The sun sets in the horizon, the sunset glows like fire.
Xiaguang shrouded the earth, covering the entire palace with a layer of fire.
Especially the exquisite wooden palace where Garlan is now, because the whole is carved from dark reddish-brown ebony wood, so the fire color of the sunset is more and more set off.
In fact, Garland came here once when he was a child.
The arrogant and extravagant king at the time scoured the world for rare and precious wood, summoned skilled craftsmen, and spent countless wealth to build such an ingenious palace, just for himself and his concubine to play.
Although later generations were dissatisfied with the king, they regarded this wooden palace as an extremely precious architectural art treasure and kept it carefully maintained.
So even after more than a hundred years, the palace is still intact and beautiful.
However, no matter how good this place is, for Garlan, this place really makes him feel awkward.
King Camos really likes it here and often brings him to play.
The depressed Garlan thought about it for a long time, and said to King Kamos that the wooden palace is not as durable as the stone palace, and it is easy to be destroyed.
It would be a pity if such an ingenious palace was damaged. It should be used as little as possible and preserved as a treasure.
King Camos favored Garlan, and felt that his younger brother must like this palace very much, for fear that it would be damaged, so he sent people to carefully protect it, and rarely brought Garlan there.
Garlan, who couldn't avoid this place, breathed a sigh of relief.
At that time, Heimos went to the Northland Corps and did not know about it.
Now, he spent two days, without a trace, trying to find out which part of the palace he liked best from Garland's attendants and maids, and finally learned that "His Majesty has liked it very much since he was a child." The wooden palace even dragged King Camos from going there because he was worried that it would be worn out with too much use.
Therefore, Heimos decisively chose this place for the decisive battle that was of great significance to him this time.
- Such a misunderstanding caused by misunderstandings has caused the tragic situation today.
Garland had no way of knowing this.
At this moment, he was standing in the courtyard, looking blankly at the wooden palace bathed in the fiery red sunset.
He was puzzled.
Why did Heimos choose the place he hated the most every time he wooed him
Is this some special talent
Does it have to be so accurate—
If it wasn't for knowing that Heimos had no memory of previous lives, Gallan would definitely suspect that this guy did this on purpose.
The boy who had been courted three times sighed.
Facing the upcoming fourth time, he said that there was no disturbance in his heart, he just felt tired.
Yes, I am so tired.
Although he had the urge to turn around and leave, he thought about it and felt that it was impossible for Heimos to let himself leave like this, so he could only walk over helplessly.
Stepping on the black and red ebony stairs, the two huge wooden doors were in front of him.
The whole gate is carved with the pattern of the gods holding a banquet with hollow craftsmanship, and some parts are pasted with gold leaf.
…
As the evening approached, the fiery red sunset reflected the earth.
Xiaguang shone on the boy who stumbled forward, illuminating half of his blood-stained clothes redder and brighter.
Messy blond hair was scattered around his light brown cheeks, and the blood splattered from his forehead slid into the corners of his eyes.
Breathing heavily, he forced his way forward, one hand firmly on his right arm.
His right arm hangs by his side, and the entire sleeve of his sleeve is soaked with blood. Even if he presses the wound with his left hand, the blood from the wound still seeps from his fingertips like a spring and flows down his arm. down, then, dripping from your fingertips.
He struggled up the wooden steps, and the grass and steps he walked on were dripping with blood.
The intricately carved wooden gate is in front of you, and the images of the gods come to life.
The injured boy had no time to look.
He was dizzy and almost fell over, grasping the carvings on the wooden door with one hand, and after a few breaths, he eased up.
Then, he pushed open the door and staggered in.
Then, the gate was closed from the inside, blocking the sunset fire from outside.
Above the carved wooden gate, the place where the boy had just caught—the goddess of winter and the goddess of hunting had been dyed with blood on the long gilded hair.
…
Standing in front of the wooden carved door in his memory, Garlan's eyes fell on the long gilded hair of the goddess huntress, which was scattered over her bare feet, involuntarily.
He seemed to be able to vaguely see traces of blood on it.
He paused for a moment, then opened the door and walked in.
A crimson color flooded the sky and covered the earth.
Looking around, the eyes are full of fiery red, like a fiery flame burning all over the hall.
Tongues of fire spewed from all directions, accompanied by the memories that suddenly poured out of my mind, at this moment, the sky and the sky were overwhelming—
…
…
The teenager was sitting on the wooden floor leaning on the carved column, and he was in a drowsiness.
A deep sword wound ran through his right arm, and the blood flowed unstoppably, staining the floor where he was sitting with blood.
The massive blood loss made his consciousness blurred and his body gradually lost control.
Even if he knew that his current situation was very dangerous, he couldn't move.
Even if he can move, where can he escape
The entire palace has fallen under that man's control.
He escaped here with serious injuries, but he was just lingering.
… it hurts…
So sad…
The boy leaned against the column, his face terribly pale.
Opening his eyes slightly, he stared blankly ahead.
...is this going to die
He was about to die here less than half a year after he came to this world
The boy's pursed lips were now bloodless.
... want to go back... to his home... the place where he really grew up...
There, maybe the teacher is very strict, the classmates will bully people, the exam is very annoying... Maybe there are many, many bad things...
However, he will not be alone as he is now.
… want to go back…
He hates this place, and he hates that person.
Why does he have to come here
Why did he have to go through this painful thing
Why, he had to be killed by that person for something he didn't want at all
The boy curled up under the column, buried his face in his knees, and let out a low sob.
Cold, fear, unwillingness, and resentment all surged up.
The loneliness of being alone in this strange world enveloped him.
In the hall, the afterglow of the setting sun shone down on the sobbing teenager curled up under the column.
I don't know how long it has passed, but the sunset glow is like a stream of fire, shining in through the wooden window, making the whole hall seem to be on fire.
Do not…
Not like.
I don't know when the thick smoke that enveloped the hall spread over and choked into the nose and throat, causing the boy to cough in pain.
He raised his head, and his golden pupils, which contracted violently, were full of red.
Countless fire snakes wrapped around the black-red column, scurried up the wooden beam, and made a hissing sound.
The wind that blew up in the evening was howling, blowing waves of fire that spread rapidly.
In the sunset, the entire wooden palace was swallowed up by crimson flames.
The wood made a crackling sound as it burned, and the velvet tassels that fell from the eaves were burnt to ashes and flew into the sky in the fire.
The smoke in the sea of fire was getting thicker.
The boy coughed violently.
Even if you cover your mouth and nose, you can't stop the pervasive tiny dust.
Countless dust penetrated into his mouth and nose with the air, making his breathing gradually difficult.
The instinct to survive made him want to stand up and escape from the sea of fire, but the body that lost too much blood has not obeyed.
There are flames everywhere, and there is nowhere to escape.
The heat wave came in waves, almost drying the blood in his body.
The hot breath burned his skin to the point where it almost melted.
He opened his eyes, his pupils full of fire.
The increasingly difficult breathing blurred his consciousness a little.
Bloody tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.
Looking blankly at the flames surrounding him, the boy's face was filled with helplessness.
With a bang, the wooden door that was burning in the fire collapsed with a bang.
At the moment when the door collapsed, he saw the figure standing outside the sea of fire through the gap formed in the moment.
The young man's pupils reflected the firelight in the sky, and the rich crimson seemed to have completely swallowed the extremely shallow golden trace.
The man looked at him.
The air waves set off by the sea of fire caused the man to fly wildly in a pitch-black manner, and his originally handsome face was gloomy even under the extremely bright firelight, exuding a deep hostility.
The man kept looking at him.
Straight, his eyes didn't move.
The dark fog surging and churning at the bottom of his eyes blocked all the light from it.
At the moment of looking at each other, the sea of fire seemed to be still for a moment.
At the last second of losing consciousness in the smoke, he saw the corners of the man's lips rising suddenly.
…
…
The wind picked up, blowing up the fiery red roses scattered in the hall.
The rich floral fragrance awakens Garlan, who has fallen into memory.
When he saw the fiery red covering the entire hall, the familiar scene made his memory of a certain life before his death surged out.
The memory was so strong that it almost engulfed his consciousness.
Because that was the death that he buried deep in his memory, the deepest and least willing to recall.
He came to Aaron Landis for the first time.
When he first came to an unfamiliar world, he was unfamiliar with life, and he was uneasy and at a loss.
Not knowing what to do, not knowing what to do, he was out of tune with this world, with everyone here.
No matter how many people surrounded him, he felt that he was alone.
Because he is not of this world.
Then, in less than half a year, everything was over.
He died alone in the flames.
Even now, he still clearly remembers the helplessness and pain when he was surrounded by flames.
Also, at that time, Heimos finally showed a cruel smile to him.
Looking back now, the rejection and fear of Heimos may have left an indelible mark on his heart at that moment.
…
When he woke up, Garlan could see clearly that the large swath of fiery red was not a flame, but a fiery rose that covered the entire hall.
The scent of roses fills the air.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in from the open window, and the fiery red petals flew up, swept over Shaogarlan's side, and then fell softly.
At first glance, it looks like a rain of rose petals has fallen in the hall.
In the hall, suddenly there were footsteps coming from behind.
The voice was very light, but it was especially obvious in the quiet hall.
Garland turned back, he saw someone coming
Heimos walked towards him, stepping on a fiery red petal.
Watching the other party approaching him step by step, Garlan blinked.
Then, out of the blue, he smiled at Heimos.
The smile was gentle, but the look in his eyes was meaningful.
…
The beautiful young man turned to his side, looked back at him, and stood among the countless delicate fiery red roses.
It is like a white deer lightly stepping into the blooming flaming flowers.
A few petals fell lightly from the boy's side, and a few strands of blond hair blown by the wind flew in the air, passing the corners of the slightly raised pink lips.
He smiled at him, and a piece of red flame-like petals softly swept across the white forehead, reflecting the bright red cinnabar pattern between the eyebrows under the golden forehead.
That smile made Heimos' heart skip a beat for a moment.
After a short pause, it jumped wildly again.
It's like the heart of a young boy who is just beginning to fall in love.
It was so tense and uneasy, but there was a special sweetness in it.
- One would almost drown in it like this.
His beloved boy was ahead.
Garland was smiling at him, a smile that was unprecedentedly gentle.
He had never seen Garlan look at him with such tender eyes.
Heimos suddenly realized.
He thought that Gallan must have guessed what he wanted to say to him, so he encouraged him with this kind of gentle gaze he had never seen before.
Because Garlan has actually been waiting for him to say that sentence, waiting for a long time.
Um.
It must be so.
The black knight, who had no plans on the battlefield, came to a conclusion with such certainty in his heart.
For a time, he was still a little nervous, and his confidence suddenly increased.
Quickening his pace, Heimos walked in front of Garlan in a few steps.
Garland looked up at him.
He saw the red pattern between the eyebrows under the young man's broken hair, just like when he first saw the grown-up Garlan, which made people unable to stop their hearts.
Heimos leaned over, his lips gently falling on the red line on the other's forehead.
The strength of his grip on Garlan's shoulders was very light, as if he was holding a fragile treasure.
Garland didn't say anything, didn't move, just stood so quietly, just staring at him with bright golden eyes.
Just like this, Heimos felt that his heart had become a mess.
Suddenly, another gust of wind blew, and lifted up pieces of crimson petals, passing by the two people who were in the sea of flowers.
It's now-
This is the best moment-
This is the moment of decisive victory-
Taking advantage of this icing on the cake, Heimos resolutely quit.
He says:" -- "
Yet he said nothing.
He didn't have time to say anything.
"I reject."
The boy who smiled softly and brightly at him spoke first.
Answer in a second.
Simply neat.
In a word, the confident black knight will be killed with one blow.
Huymos: "..."
and many more.
this situation.
This result.
It's a little bit wrong with what he imagined... No... It's very wrong!