The room was silent for a moment.
Shulos was in the midst of some kind of privacy and mutual harm with Garlan, and suddenly a bystander came in. He was the one he found the most difficult to get along with, which made him feel embarrassed, so he shut up and said nothing. .
And Garland was stunned by the huge amount of information in Heimos's sentence. After thinking about it, he felt that Heimos could not know that he understood, so he pursed his lips and held it back. You looked away.
In this sudden silence, Heimos seemed to be unaffected and still walked steadily.
Holding a glass of water in his hand, he walked over to Garlan and handed it over.
"Drink first."
He whispered, and directly brought the mouth of the water glass to Garlan's pursed lips.
The water glass had reached his mouth, and Garlan opened his mouth subconsciously.
Then, he was fed a mouthful of water by Heimos.
The water was warm, neither cold nor hot, with a hint of sweetness, apparently with honey added, and a slight hint of citric acid.
Garland usually doesn't drink much, and he doesn't like the offensive taste very much.
But at the banquet today, several senior generals from the Northland came over to toast him respectfully, and he took a few sips.
Although not much, it is still very easy to dry mouth after drinking alcohol.
At this moment, he was fed a mouthful of honey water by Heimos, and his throat felt a lot more comfortable. Garlan instinctively opened his mouth again and took a few more mouthfuls.
Heimos looked at Garlan with soft eyes, and carefully fed the water one by one.
When Garlan reacted and felt that something was wrong, and when he reached out for the water glass, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he let go of his hand obediently and let Garlan come by himself.
From the beginning to the end, his eyes stayed on the teenager, and he didn't bother to give the bard next to him.
This looks like a subordinate.
Looking at it from the side, Shu Luos, who felt that the atmosphere was very strange, pouted and couldn't help thinking.
This kind of gentle and considerate appearance, even a lover is nothing more than this.
However, since the two of them grew up together, Lord Heimos probably favored His Majesty as his own younger brother.
It’s really a shame that His Majesty has a good temperament. It’s really not easy to be spoiled by a group of people such as King Camos, Heimos, Kaihos, the female officer, the priest and so on.
Aaron Landisti, the male bard thought so.
After drinking a few sips of honey water, his throat became much more comfortable. Garlan, who was holding the water glass, turned his head and looked at Shulos again.
"Don't interrupt, you will like the task given to you this time."
"Ha ha."
In the past two years, Shuluos, who was instructed by Garlan to turn around, expressed his feelings twice.
"You go to Canal."
"Go again? Canal has already become yours, why do you want me to go?"
Looking at Shulos who complained again and again, Garlan took out a parchment and handed it over.
Although Shulos kept talking, but when Garlan stretched out his hand, he immediately took it.
When he unfolded the parchment and looked at it, the eyes of the bard who had a lazy expression suddenly lit up.
"Treasure Map?"
Shulos asked excitedly.
Even if he became Garlan's secret subordinate, Shulos was still a bohemian bard in his heart.
Knights and battlefields, love and death, flowers and blood.
Legendary epics, ancient treasures.
For bards, these are key words that stimulate their creativity.
Among them, the word treasure is definitely in the top three in the events they are most interested in.
Carefully laying the treasure map flat on the table, Shulos looked at it with bright eyes, rubbing his hands in excitement.
Treasures seem to be everywhere in legends and novels, but where do they come from in reality
This is the first treasure map that Shulos has seen with his own eyes since he has lived for more than 20 years. Of course, he is very excited because of it.
"Well, the treasure of the Karnal royal family."
Garlan said, holding a water glass in one hand, he reached over and tapped the treasure map with the other.
"That's what I want you to do, find it out."
Shulos raised his eyebrows.
"Found a treasure for you? Then am I at a loss?"
Garlan thought for a while and nodded.
"That's right, then... you are allowed to take away the three things in the treasure by yourself, which can only be things that have nothing to do with the Karnal royal family."
"Anyway, it's the treasure I found first. No matter how long I take it secretly, you won't know about it, Your Majesty."
Although he didn't really do that, the bard who felt dissatisfied with the feeling of being eaten to death by Gallan always said it on purpose.
"The Royal City of Kanal has been destroyed and is no longer suitable for long-term living. The treasure of the royal family of Kanal, I plan to use it to build a new city to house the dwellings in the original royal city and the refugees and refugees whose homes were destroyed by the war."
Garland said, an understatement.
"So, are you still going to take these belongings?"
"... Your Majesty, you are still as cunning as ever... cunning."
Actually, I wanted to say cunning, but Shulos stopped and swallowed it in time, and replaced it with cunning.
Garland hit his dead end again.
It is enough to snatch things from nobles, but he will never care about refugees' things. The 'beauty' he advocates does not allow him to do such ugly things.
Shulos rolled up the treasure map, rolled it into a bundle, and stuffed it into his arms.
Raising his hand and skillfully flicking his forehead to the side, the bard showed a handsome smile to his majesty with his signature handsome gesture.
"Then it is agreed that I will help you find this treasure, and as a reward, let me take a treasure I like as a souvenir."
After speaking, Shulos turned to his side again, bowed to Heimos politely, and then turned to leave.
Just after taking a step, the bard suddenly remembered something.
He turned around abruptly and suddenly approached Garlan.
Said in a very low voice (he thought) that only he and Garlan could hear.
"Lord Heimos meant what he said just now, did he want to teach you... umm... isn't it? In fact, I have always been curious as to which of the black knights and the sun knights is more powerful when it comes to bedtime."
Having said that, he blinked ambiguously at Garlan with those peach blossom eyes.
"I've collected a little information about the Sun Knight, but this one is... So when I come back, Your Majesty, remember to tell me this person's information about whether he is very good in that regard."
Shulos spoke low and fast, and before Garlan could react, he had finished speaking quickly, then turned around, and went straight out from the French window balcony on the side, and left.
Garland: "..."
You have a fart to keep your voice down!
Shuluos left, waved his sleeves, and did not take away a cloud, leaving only an embarrassing atmosphere for Garlan in the room.
Garlan knew that with Heimos' hearing, Shulos had heard absolutely everything that he said just now.
He couldn't even pretend to be confused.
When that guy Shulos returns from finding the treasure, he will continue to give him additional work!
Garlan gritted his teeth and thought bitterly in his heart.
The room was very quiet, only he and Heimos were left. He felt really embarrassed. To cover up, he took a sip from the cold water glass in his hand, and then took another sip.
As a result, I choked because I drank too quickly.
He choked and coughed so badly that the water glass in his hand almost slipped.
A hand quickly stretched out from behind, grabbed his hand and the water glass that almost slipped in his hand.
After Garlan regained his breath, he suddenly realized that he had been hugged from behind by someone.
The brown arms stretched out from behind, one helping him hold the water glass and the other around his waist.
Garlan didn't look back, but he knew that the man behind him lowered his head.
Because he had already felt the warm breath passing gently from his auricle, it was obvious that the other's lips were very close to his ears.
The breath wasn't very hot, but for some reason, it was like hot water vapor, making the tips of his ears hot.
Even if he couldn't see it, Garlan knew that the tips of his ears must have turned red.
And the red tips of the ears were clearly seen by the people behind him.
Thinking of this, his ears became more and more hot, and they tended to spread to his cheeks.
"When he comes back, how are you going to answer his information about me?"
Definitely adding fuel to the fire.
The lips that came close to his ear let out a low voice along with the breath that passed over the tip of the hot ear.
It's a little lower than usual, with a little hoarseness, which is very tempting. Just listening to it makes the back of the neck go numb and the face turns red.
With a swish, the hot feeling spread from the ears to the face instantly.
The boy's pale face was dyed pink.
Even the long blond hair scattered from his cheeks couldn't hide it.
His face was burning badly, the back of the hand that was held, and the waist that was touched by the other party seemed to have fire spreading from the other party's fingers, and the hot feeling penetrated deep into the skin.
Garlan felt that he might need to calm down,
He took a deep breath, turned his head, looked behind him, raised his hand and raised the water glass in his hand to Heimos' face on his left.
"If you can't drink, you drink."
The boy said in a calm tone.
But in fact, the cheeks that had been rendered pink completely exposed his thoughts at the moment.
And that kind of look that is clearly in a panic but deliberately forced to calm is really cute, making Heimos feel like a ball of hair rubbing around in his heart, itchy, softer and softer, and finally become soft a group.
He didn't expose Garland, smiled, followed Garland's meaning, let go of his hand, held the water glass, raised his head and drank all the remaining water in the water glass.
After regaining his freedom, Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, a fiery fire shone in from the outside, accompanied by a sudden and violent noise.
Garlan turned his head and saw that a huge bonfire had already been lit in the square outside.
The dinner is drawing to a close.
According to the custom of the Northland bonfire dinner, at the last moment of the victory banquet, all the bonfires will be piled up in one place, and a giant bonfire will be lit in the center of the square.
This is a testament to the dedication of victory to the god of war, Assyria.
—The glory of the flame of victory will light up the night —
Countless people gathered around the huge bonfire, and cheers resounded under the night sky.
The night wind blew in from outside, lifting the white tulle in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Garlan lifted the veil and walked to the open-air balcony outside.
In the square below, fiery flames were burning, spewing huge tongues of flame into the night, almost reflecting half of the night sky red.
The crimson fire reflected the face of Garlan standing in front of the white stone fence. He looked at the blazing bonfire in the square in the distance, and the jubilant people.
He saw many people kneeling around the giant bonfire with their hands clasped, as if they were praying.
"What are they doing?"
Garlan watched for a while and couldn't help asking.
He also came over, and Heimos, who stood on the balcony and looked at the bonfire in the distance, answered.
"They're making a wish."
"Make a wish?"
Heimos, who has been in the north for several years, is all too familiar with this scene.
"It is said that after dedicating victory to the God of War, the will of the God of War will descend into the flames. As long as you pray to the God of War at this time, your wish will be fulfilled."
"I see."
Garland nodded.
He stared at his people and smiled.
"However, I can probably guess what they wished."
Keep winning.
Protect your family, protect your friends.
End the war in the north.
Live peacefully and happily with your family and friends.
This is the most simple and simple wish of people who pray to the god of war.
"I will grant their wishes."
The young king said so.
His golden eyes reflected the distant firelight and his people.
"One day, I will make this place of peace," he said.
Heimos didn't speak, he looked at the people around him.
The boy's golden eyes shone amazingly in the dark night.
With vitality, even in the dark, it seems to shine.
That attracted him, so he couldn't take his eyes off the boy.
Many people thought he was an ambitious man, but Heimos knew that Garlan's ambitions were only more than his.
It's just that the 'ambition' that Gallan holds is completely different from the ambitions that he and the common people in the world have.
The boy's 'ambition' is to shine light on every part of the land of Aaron Landis.
He wants to protect every life on the earth with his wings.
…
Garlan turned around and leaned against the stone railing behind him.
He looked up at Heimos and asked with a smile.
"Heimos, have you made a wish on the bonfire?"
Heimos shook his head.
"No need."
He says,
"What I want, I will realize it myself, there is no need to make a wish to the gods."
He had never prayed to the gods in his life.
He never prayed to the gods for mercy, because that was of no use.
What you want, do it yourself.
He has always been like that.
… Okay, that's Heimos.
Garlan, whose mouth twitched, thought silently.
He turned his head and stared at the bonfire in the distance, as if in a trance.
The firelight reflected the boy's side cheeks, like a glow on his face.
Let Heimos keep his eyes on it.
"If you wish, there is one now."
Huymos said suddenly.
"what?"
Hearing Heimos speak, Garlan turned back subconsciously.
Just as he turned his head, Heimos, who was standing in front of him, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his waist with both hands.
The startled Garlan didn't have time to resist, and Heimos, who grabbed his waist, raised his whole body with a little force.
The feeling of unsteady center of gravity made Garlan subconsciously grab Heimos's shoulder with his right hand.
He was then placed on the white stone fence by Heimos.
Garlan sat on the stone fence, staring at Heimos with open eyes in confusion.
The stone fence is not low, he sits on it, and has to bow his head slightly in order to meet Heimos in front of him.
Heimos stood in front of him, wrapping his back around his waist with one hand, and pressing the other hand on the stone fence beside him.
The man tilted his head slightly.
The distant crimson fire swayed on the man's handsome face, as if it ignited a cluster of flames in the eyes staring at Garlan, with a passion and desire that could almost burn everything.
Maybe thousands of years from now.
All things perish.
Only in these golden red eyes, the love like a fiery fire never dies.
"My current wish, even the gods can't come true."
"… what?"
"I want your kiss."
Heimos said.
He raised his head and stared at Garlan with golden red eyes, deep and fiery.
His voice was soft, like a whisper, like a prayer, with a deep longing.
"Will you grant my wishes?... My Majesty?"
"… "
Garlan, who was suddenly asked for a kiss, was at a loss for a while.
The wind of the night blew over and lifted his long blond hair sitting on the stone fence.
I don't know if it was the light from the huge bonfire burning in the distance that made his white cheeks flush slightly.
After a while, Garlan slowly raised his right hand on Heimos's shoulder.
His fingers were held against Heimos' cheeks, and the tips of his fingers pressed against the deep scar at the corner of his eye.
Then, he slowly lowered his head.
Delicate blond hair fell on Heimos' shoulders as he bowed his head, and on his brown arms, like gleaming golden ornaments wrapped around them.
Garlan closed his eyes, his lips seemed to tremble a little, but in the end they landed gently on Heimos's lips.
He kissed the other party's cool lips and lifted it up.
His face was flushed red.
But he kissed again, clumsily rubbing his lips lightly against each other.
Then, he didn't know what to do, keeping his lips touching.
Garlan was dazed for a while, then began to turn his head, trying to think about the steps Heimos had taken when he kissed him before.
However, while Garlan was still trying to recall, Heimos's patience was finally completely worn out.
He raised his head and kissed back.
Garlan froze slightly when he felt Heimos's lips open and the soft tip of his tongue tried to penetrate into his own.
However, after hesitating for a second, he opened his lips.
He also tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue, obviously trying to imitate Heimos's movements.
However, the moment their tongues touched each other, the boy shrank back like a frightened rabbit.
But it was too late to flee back now. He blocked Garlan's lips with all his strength, and Heimos chased after him unceremoniously, tightly clenching the tongue of the other party's escape.
He greedily craved everything in the other's lips and teeth.
When he felt that the other party was breathing quickly, he released the restraint on the other party, and then gently licked the other party's lips, waiting for the other party to relax and then invaded with ruthlessness... Ken to go back.
Garlan closed his eyes tightly, his left hand pressing on the stone fence was clenched very hard due to tension, and his fingertips were firmly clasped on the stone fence.
A large brown hand covered the back of his clenched hand.
The brown fingertips caressed the tightly clenched white fingers softly and gently.
It patiently reassured the other, allowing them to relax slowly.
The brown fingers gently picked up the white fingers one by one, allowing their fingers to stick between them.
Then, clasped his fingers together, tightly and without a trace.
The temperature of different palms seems to be transmitted between each other's skin, like lips intertwined in one place.
Beneath the dark night sky, the bonfires in the distant square were roaring.
The night wind blew the white tulle on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony, making it flutter softly.
The light of the fire came over, reflecting the shadows of the two people on the balcony on the dancing white tulle.
The constantly shaking shadows almost merged into one, and they could no longer distinguish each other.