Finding that something was wrong, Suojia began to rush back in a hurry,
As soon as he rushed through the gate, he found that the courtyard had become a mess.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a scene in the sky from a distance that almost made his heart stop beating.
He watched helplessly as King Garlan fell from the sky.
It was already warm late spring, but he felt that his whole body's blood was frozen into ice cubes.
Done.
There are only these two words left in the blank mind at the moment.
…
Just when King Garlan was pressed against the window by the knight commander's throat, no one noticed that a figure hidden in the dark was climbing up the outer wall of the palace with bare hands.
The agile figure climbed incredibly fast, but in just two seconds, he had already climbed more than ten meters.
At this moment, Garlan and Mitayas fell from the window sill several tens of meters high.
The figure climbing on the outer wall suddenly jumped.
He hugged Garlan in one hand, and then fell to the ground unharmed with the help of the hook.
Everything happened too fast.
It took only a few seconds from Garlan's fall from the sky to being caught by someone who jumped out of the shadows and landed safely.
The speed of the brains of everyone watching this scene can't keep up with what their eyes see.
For a time, everyone just stared at this scene dully, unable to make any reaction.
After staying for two seconds, Suojia, who was the first to react, quickly turned over and dismounted.
Because he was too panicked and hurried, he even stumbled a bit when dismounting and almost fell forward.
It's just that this night priest, who used to pay attention to his image, didn't care about his embarrassed appearance at the moment, so he rushed to Garlan and knelt on the ground with a puff.
"Your Majesty! Are you injured?!"
He was asking nervously, and the corner of his eye inadvertently glanced above.
Although it is night, the moonlight is very bright.
This glance made him see the face of the man who was half-kneeling and hugging King Garlan tightly.
Suojia's pupils contracted violently.
"He-"
As soon as he made a sound, those eyes with the color of flame dyed with gold marks glanced at him lightly, and Suojia swallowed the rest of the words abruptly.
He knelt on the ground and bowed his head to the other side deeply, not daring to take a breath.
The man raised his hand and covered his face with his wide hood again.
Then, he stood up, his strong arms firmly holding the boy in his arms across his chest.
The wide dark brown cloak was loose, covering his figure and covering most of the people in his arms.
Garlan, who was hugged by him, was very quiet, leaning on his chest obediently, without any movement.
The others looked at it from a distance, as if King Garlan, who was being held by this person, had been seriously injured and had no movement.
"Lead the way to a safe room."
A low voice sounded in the dark night.
Suojia responded, got up and led the way to the people behind him, hurriedly entered the palace, and found another secluded room.
Then, he bowed and saluted, quickly backed out, and closed the door for the two of them intimately.
Although the danger had just happened, he didn't arrange too many guards to guard the door, and the two guards who stayed in the corridor just instructed them to stop those who wanted to enter, and not to disturb King Garlan's rest.
Because there is no need for that.
With that adult by King Garlan's side, it is impossible for anyone to hurt King Garlan.
I can finally rest assured.
Suojia, who was going to deal with follow-up matters, let out a long sigh of relief as he walked outside.
When I walked into the courtyard, a warm night wind blew, and I felt cold all over.
Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.
It was an ups and downs, twists and turns, heart-pounding night.
It will probably become a nightmare-like existence in his life.
The priest of Nanna thought with a lingering fear.
…
…
From the time he showed up to the time he followed Suojia to the arranged room, Heimos remained silent and said nothing.
But the arm he held the person in his arms was tight and steady.
As if he was holding a unique and fragile treasure in the world.
A wide cloak enveloped Garlan in his arms.
He couldn't see what the other party looked like at the moment, he could only feel that Garland was very quiet, leaning on him quietly, without making a sound or movement.
Walking deep into the room, he gently placed the person in his arms on the bed.
Then, let go.
However, the moment he let go, the scene of Garlan falling from the sky suddenly appeared in his mind.
The arm he had held steady just now was shaking a little at this moment.
The hand that had just been released was embraced again.
If he didn't come back in time at that time...
Heimos knelt on one knee beside the bed, leaned down deeply, and hugged the teenager on the bed tightly.
He closed his eyes, only the warm body in his arms could drive away the traces of chill and fear that remained in his heart until now.
His face was buried in the soft blond hair, and the familiar smell lingering on the tip of his nose calmed his frantically beating heart a little bit.
The room was extremely quiet at this moment, only the lights burning on the snow-white stone walls swayed slightly, pulling the shadows of the two people who had almost melted into one long to the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, Garlan moved slightly.
As soon as he moved, the black-brown cloak draped over him slid down.
The blond hair that emerged from under the cape shone softly in the light, and Garlan raised his head from Heimos's arms.
Sensing the movement of the person in his arms, Heimos also raised his head and stepped back a little.
His right hand gently brushed away the messy blond hair scattered in front of the boy's eyes.
He stared at Garlan with nostalgic eyes, as if dissatisfied and greedily imprinted on the boy's figure, his eyes showed a softness like the melting of flames.
However, after just one glance, a fierce look immediately appeared in Heimos's eyes.
Garlan's complexion was already fair, which made the blue-purple bruises around his neck even more terrifying.
It wraps around the slender neck and looks like it will snap in the next second.
The shocking bruises made Heimos's eyes jump heavily, and the already sharp lines were even more suffocating.
He subconsciously reached out and touched it.
As soon as his fingertips touched, Garlan's face showed pain, which made his hands stiff in the air and did not dare to move.
Seeing Garlan frowning and pursing his lips, Heimos felt distressed.
It's really cheap for that guy to fall to his death just like that.
He thought grimly.
"Do you want to call the doctor over here?"
Heimos looked distressed, but did not dare to touch it, so he could only ask Garlan carefully.
Garlan instinctively opened his mouth to answer.
But he opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound. Then he remembered that his throat was injured so badly that he lost his voice.
So, he could only shake his head.
In fact, when Heimos touched him, it didn't hurt too much. If it was the past or someone else, he would definitely hold back and would not show any expression.
But for some reason, he just doesn't want to hold back.
He just has a strange sense of grievance that wants to let the other party know that he is in pain.
Seeing the look of Heimos cautiously not daring to touch his scars again, he suddenly felt sour and unbearable.
Unable to speak, he could only press his lips tightly.
Looking at Garlan's actions, Heimos immediately reacted.
"Can't make a sound?"
He frowned and asked nervously, and comforted Garlan in a low voice,
"Don't worry, it should be just a momentary throat injury, and it will be better in a few days. Don't force your words these days."
he said softly,
"Let me handle the next thing, you can recuperate in peace, and you can write to me if you have anything."
Garland still pursed his lips.
Familiar voices are in my ears.
A familiar figure is in front of him.
He has a very unreal feeling, just like the time when he just learned of this person's death, giving people a very unreal illusion.
He suddenly thought that he might be dreaming.
He must have fallen asleep.
So, whether it was Mitayas trying to kill him, or the man coming back to save him, it was all just his dream.
Thinking of this, Garlan's body tensed involuntarily.
Heimos originally focused all of his attention on Garlan, and when the boy's body was tense, he immediately noticed it keenly.
He thought that Garlan was afraid because he remembered what happened just now, so he hurriedly held the other's shoulder to coax him.
"Garlan, I'm here."
He said in a low voice, distressed.
His voice was very gentle.
"With me, no one can hurt you."
[I am here.]
[I will always be there.]
I can't tell if it's the voice in my memory or the real voice, which makes people's thoughts confused, and they can't understand anything.
Garlan raised his head, his eyes showed a bit of daze.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the person in front of him.
But when he was about to touch the familiar handsome face, his hand hesitantly stopped in mid-air.
There was a rare timidity in his eyes.
That might be the first time the boy who had always been mentally stronger than anyone else showed a timid look.
His fingers stopped in front of Heimos like this, staring at Heimos in a daze, without moving for a while.
Heimos suddenly understood.
Garlan wasn't scared because he nearly died.
His beloved teenager has always been tougher than anyone, even in the face of death.
And Gallan's hesitation and timidity now are all because of...
For a moment, Heimos only felt that the bottom of his heart seemed to be filled with something intangible gushing out.
It was distressed, with a hint of grief, but the chest was surrounded by a warm current, which seemed sweet, but there was a bit of astringency in the sweetness.
He couldn't tell exactly what that emotion was like.
But at the moment he looked at the young man in front of him with an unprecedented tenderness and love.
He raised his hand, his big brown hand grabbed Garlan's hand in mid-air, and put that hand on his face.
"Feel sorry."
With golden red eyes reflecting the shadow of the boy in front of him, Heimos said in a slightly hoarse voice,
"I came back late."
He smiled.
"Garlan, you should believe me, even if I die, I will die after returning to you."
The slender black eyelashes fell, Heimos lowered his eyes, and with a smile on his lips, he kissed the soft palm of the hand he was holding.
"Even, I'll probably take you with me before I die."
Not even the gods of Aaron Landis could take you away from me.
I swore.
And I will definitely do it.
It was obviously a very dangerous word, but when it was whispered by this man, it was more like a love word whispered in the ear of a lover.
Gentle, earnest, touching.
Kissing the hand that was in the palm of his hand, Heimos raised his eyes and met the gaze of Garlan who was watching him.
There was a question in Garlan's eyes.
Even if he couldn't speak, he could see what he wanted to ask from Garlan's eyes.
"I also really want to come back to you as soon as possible."
Heimos lowered his head, resting his forehead on the other's head.
The eyebrows touched each other, and the jet-black hair and the golden forehead were entangled in one place.
Heimos smiled and answered Garlan's silent inquiry.
"When the rock fell, there was a big rock next to it to help me block it, and someone rushed over to protect me..."
At that time, several people rushed over to help him block the falling stones.
They all died, and he survived the landslide.
"The palace was smashed and the ground sank. I happened to fall into the underground river and was washed away from the ground."
He said in a low voice, his tone was light, and he couldn't hear much emotion.
"I was unlucky. I was found by a group of Gasdads who escaped from the royal city of Kanal when I was in a coma. They thought I was one of the ordinary generals, so they arrested me and took me to Gasda. Germany."
Garlan, who was listening quietly, was taken aback.
Gasthard Snowfields.
It turned out that Heimos was taken there, no wonder there has been no news of him, no wonder he has not come back.
He closed his eyes and felt the warmth on his forehead.
Heimos's hand once and again, gently stroked the soft blond hair on Garlan's cheeks.
Everything that his fingers touched was so warm that he couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
Gastade, it's a cold country.
If the winter in the north of Aaron Landis is a cold winter, then it is a cold winter in the Gasthard Snowfields.
It was a barren land, covered with white ice and snow.
There, even the exhaled breath freezes.
Several times, when he was seriously injured and dumped in the snow, he almost thought he would not be able to hold on.
…
But he finally persevered.
[The vitality of this man is like a wild beast in the snow-capped mountains.]
Even the Gastards couldn't help but sigh.
"In the beginning, they wanted me to surrender to them, get Aaron Landis's military information from me, and make me serve them from now on."
"After I refused, they auctioned me directly as a slave."
"Someone paid a lot of money for me, and I went into the arena and fought other gladiator slaves or beasts."
"Later, an accident led to a beast riot in the arena, and I took this opportunity to escape."
"Then, I rushed back all the way. When I arrived at Kanal, I heard that you were coming to Kanal King City, so I came directly here to find you."
Heimos spoke in a low voice, his tone was very flat, as if everything he had experienced was just some trivial matter.
Nearly survived from the collapsed rocks.
Tortured and tortured at the hands of the Gasdadians.
Handcuffed and shackled into slavery...
Forced to drag heavily wounded bodies, heavy chains, day in and day out, in the arena to fight to the death with other gladiators or beasts...
Also, on the way back to Aaron Landis from Gastade... I fell into a blizzard several times, rolled off snowy mountains and cliffs, froze in the snow, and almost never woke up again...
…
All the hardships and tribulations on the way back were buried in the few words that Heimos now downplays.
Garlan opened his eyes to look at Heimos, his golden eyes blinking slightly.
Then, his hand reached out and touched the corner of Heimos' eyes.
There is a scar there, extending from the corner of the left eye to the ear.
The scars are very deep, apparently not treated in time, showing a bit of hideousness.
"here?"
Looking at Garlan's inquiring eyes, Heimos said lightly.
"It's been a long time. When I was here, I was wiped by a falling stone."
He didn't tell the truth, the scar on the corner of his eye was actually bitten by a snowy bear when he was seriously injured and forced to go to the arena.
"very ugly?"
He touched the scar and couldn't help asking.
Garlan, who couldn't make a sound, naturally couldn't answer, just looked at him with those bright golden eyes.
Then, Garlan raised his head.
He put his hands around Heimos's shoulders.
His lips fell on the scar at the corner of Heimos's eye and kissed it tenderly.
Heimos hugged him.
The boy's lips were soft and warm.
Just like in memory.
It is the yearning and attachment to the warmth in memory that allows me to climb out of the cold ice and snow again and again.
-Even in hell, I'll come back to you-