When sleeping, there are always dreams.
Dreaming of scenes from the past.
From a very young age, when he met Heimos for the first time after his rebirth, when he was held in the arms of his brother, Xie Muer reprimanded him with a stern face.
His dreams are countless.
He seemed to be in a dream, experiencing all of his life all over again.
When he woke up, Garlan opened his eyes.
The sun came in from the skylight and fell on the golden hair of the knight who was kneeling in front of his bed, reflecting a shimmering sheen.
Garlan narrowed his eyes, raised his body, and tried to sit up.
As soon as he moved, the knight kneeling below immediately stood up, as if trying to help him.
However, Garlan raised his hand to block the hand that Kaihos stretched out, and with the other hand propped up, he sat up by himself.
Kaihos was startled, he looked at Garlan, and the corners of his lips raised a shallow arc.
The smile was very shallow and flashed by.
His eyes fell on Garlan's pale face, as well as on the thin figure, and his pupils suddenly trembled.
However, when Garlan looked up at him, the pain in his eyes was deeply hidden, but the corners of his eyes were bent, and he looked at Garlan with a smile.
The blond knight's face, which became more handsome and charming with the passage of time, stretched out, showing a gentle smile to Gallan.
He held Garlan's hand, lowered his head, and glanced over the pale hand.
He closed his eyes and kissed the hand.
"I'm back, prince."
The knight said, as he had said countless times before.
That was the word he would say every time he returned to his prince after an expedition.
No matter where he went, no matter where he fought, he never forgot the place he had to go back to, the side of his prince.
The frost falling on the battlefield can only be dispelled by the warmth from the hand held in the fingers.
Only when you see the golden pupils looking at him with a smile can you feel the reality of your feet on the ground.
That is his eternal harbor.
"Kaijos, I had a dream just now."
"Is it a good dream?"
Kaihos asked with a smile.
Garlan glanced at Kaihos, his golden eyes curved like the arc of a crescent moon.
"Um."
He smiled with crooked eyes.
"I dreamed that when I was very young, at that time, I said I didn't want you to follow me, but you just coaxed and deceived me, and did so my guardian knight."
"What do you mean by coaxing and deceiving, Your Majesty, your words are a bit too much, and it is very hurtful."
Cayhoes was dissatisfied.
"Could it be that you have any dissatisfaction with me, the guardian knight?"
He said, in a tone that I was hurt.
That tone suddenly made Garland laugh.
After laughing, Garlan raised his head and touched the dark eye patch on Kaihos' face with his raised hand.
The golden eyes that looked at him were so bright that Kaijos was dazzled for a moment.
Time seems to have returned to a long time ago. On that dark night, the young child stood in front of him covered in blood, and touched his face with a small hand, asking him if it hurt.
In the dark night, only the child's eyes are brighter than everything else.
as now.
Time seems to never change anything.
Time has been changing something.
Everything seems to be just yesterday, but it will never return to the original moment.
"Kaihos, thank you for your hard work."
Fingertips pressed against the pitch-black blindfold, Garlan said, his eyes fixed on his knight.
"I'm very happy. It's you who has guarded me until now, Kaijos."
He raised his head and kissed his guardian knight on the forehead.
He said, "My knight."
my guardian knight.
Thank u
protect me to this day.
Kaijos didn't answer, he lowered his eyes, his slightly longer blond hair slanted over his pitch-black blindfold.
The shadow of his forehead shrouded his eye sockets, and the light in his eyes seemed to go out for a moment. Only when he looked at Garlan again, did the light that went out for a moment light up again.
"...I will protect you until the end."
He answered softly.
"My prince."
The knight replied with a smile.
He was smiling, as usual, as if nothing had changed.
…
When Kaihos lifted the veil and walked out of the inner room, the smile on his face had completely disappeared.
He stood in the empty hall, with one hand on the snow-white stone pillar.
He closed his eyes tightly, the fingers of his left hand were firmly clasped on the stone pillar, and the force was so strong that the pale knuckles rattled.
His chest heaved violently, like a man about to drown, sinking endlessly in the water, unable to breathe anymore.
[Kaihos, the next person you will continue to protect is Aaron Landis.]
The words seemed to be still echoing in his ears, pressing firmly on his chest.
After a few heavy breaths, Kaijos finally felt the gaze watching him.
He turned his head and saw Tapti standing not far away.
It's just been a short month that she hasn't seen her, and the female officer's face is no longer there. Her eyes are dim, and she can hardly see much brilliance.
The eyes of the two met for a moment in the air.
Just a brief moment.
Kaihos looked away.
Tapti lowered his eyes.
Caijos stepped forward quickly, passing the female officer who was still standing there.
They seemed to be reluctant to infect each other with the pain in each other's eyes, and avoided each other's gaze.
…
The sun was about to go down on the horizon, and under the fiery red sunset, Emma was panting violently, sweat streaming down her cheeks continuously, flowing into her eyes, blurring her vision.
She couldn't remember how long she had been in the martial arts training ground, nor how many arrows she had shot.
Her arm was so sore that she could no longer lift it, and could only hang down softly.
Elson's embassy had already left, and the others couldn't beat her, so they could only return with the letter she wrote to the Queen, leaving her here alone.
What she heard in the palace was always the worst news.
She still went to see Garland from time to time, smiling as much as possible in front of Garland, without showing a worried expression. But her heart was so heavy that she could only run to the training ground every day to vent all her anxiety here.
After gasping for a while, Emma, who finally calmed down, turned around and left the archery range.
However, before leaving the training ground, she suddenly heard a strange sound from another place.
She followed the sound and saw the young knight commander in the training ground.
That guy named Novi.
As soon as she glanced at it, she took a few steps and rushed over, raising her bow arm to support the opponent's sword when Novi slashed hard at the training stake in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, she grabbed Novi's sword and kicked it to the ground.
"Enough, idiot!" she said angrily, "If you continue, your hand will be broken! Can a general who has broken his hand still be called a general!"
I don't know how long I've been training here, but the boy's hands are bloody, and I don't know how much flesh has been worn.
He seemed to have lost consciousness after being kicked by Emma and fell to the ground. He just raised his head and looked at her in a trance.
"King Garland definitely doesn't want an abolished general!"
The little princess yelled at him.
Novi, who heard that name, seemed to wake up a little, he looked at the little princess and slowly lowered his head.
"I said… "
he said, as if muttering to himself.
He buried his head in his arms on his knees.
"I told him that when I grew up, I would dedicate to him the royal city of the Gasdadians."
"But there is no time."
He said, "I can't do it anymore..."
The little princess did not speak.
Standing in front of the young knight commander who buried her head in her knees, she raised her head.
Summer was about to end, and the hot wind blew over her long wavy brown hair, and a few messy strands swept past her eyes.
She watched silently as the sun set on the far horizon.
The setting sun turned her face red.
The sun is about to sink into the earth, taking all the light away.
…
He fell asleep again, and Garlan didn't know how long he had slept, only that when he woke up, it was already late at night.
The starlight from the sky scatters on the ground from the dark night.
He opened his eyes to see, and the starlight seemed to fall into his pupils, dyeing the bottom of his eyes with bright starlight.
"The stars are bright."
The man holding him whispered in his ear.
Garland's mouth twitched.
He didn't answer, just turned his eyes looking at the starry sky and landed on the face of the person holding him.
In the warm yellow light, the jet-black hair cast a fine shadow on that handsome face.
In the staggered light and shadows, the golden-red eyes staring at him flickered, and the brown cheeks seemed to sway between the light and the dark shadows.
Only the gaze that fell on him was always soft.
"Heimos."
Garlan leaned against Heimos's arms, stretched out his hand, and shouted softly with a smile.
Heimos stared at him, lowered his head along his hands, his face close to him.
Garlan closed his eyes and kissed the person in front of him.
This person's lips have always been flexible, with a bit of coolness, and the edges and corners of the lips always give people a sharp feeling.
He kissed him, opened his eyes, and touched his cheek again.
He said, "Heimos, I have something to tell you."
The face of the person in front of him faintly overlapped with the face that was full of violent aura a few times before.
"There are a lot of things that I have to tell you."
he said with a smile.
"Didn't you ask me before why I hated you so much when I was a kid? Actually, I..."
He was only halfway through when Heimos, who had been watching him quietly, suddenly lowered his head.
Lips were kissed.
The next words were blocked back in his throat.
Heimos put his arms around Garlan and kissed him lightly.
Extremely gentle, extremely lingering.
The lips of the two were entangled for a long time, and Heimos rubbed and licked every inch of Garlan's lips in attachment, almost dyeing the pale lips that had lost their blood back to a red hue.
He didn't let go until Garlan's breathing became short.
The golden red eyes did not seem to see a trace of waves, and they were quiet, reflecting the shadow of Garlan.
"I know," he said.
Garlan was still panting rapidly. Hearing this, he was stunned and looked up at Heimos in astonishment.
Heimos raised his hand and gently smoothed the few strands of long hair scattered on Garlan's cheeks.
"In the royal city of Canal, that time, when I was about to die, I dreamed a lot of things in a trance."
he whispered,
"When you were young, you didn't have time to find me. I was burned half of my body."
"Also, the fact that I killed you with my own hands... several times..."
Therefore, when Garlan came to the King City of Kanar, he did not go to see him immediately.
Those fragmentary but incomparably real memories overlapped in his mind, giving him a splitting headache and excruciating pain.
As if he had personally experienced everything that 'he' had encountered, he felt 'his' madness and despair with empathy.
At that time, he was both painful and hesitant.
He felt as if he was split into several people, with chaotic memories intermingled, unwillingness, hatred, and anger. His deep hatred for Gallan seemed to exist in his body.
At the same time, the feeling that 'his' hands were stained with blood on Garlan's body was so real in his memory that it was difficult for him to face it.
That feeling almost made him collapse, so, at that time, he did not go to see Garlan.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Garland asked.
Heimos stared at the person in his arms, and the corners of his lips lifted.
He lowered his head, his forehead resting on the forehead of the man in his arms.
Scattered black hair and golden forehead hair intertwined.
Heimos closed his eyes, feeling the warmth on his forehead.
"Because that doesn't matter," he said with a smile.
The moment he saw Garlan fall from the sky and almost died, all the struggles and confusion disappeared.
…
At that time, I understood.
Nothing matters except you.
only you.
only you.
…
The night wind was blowing from the window, the lights flickered, and the shadows of the night swayed in Garlan's eyes.
His eyes were in a trance for a moment, but for a moment, it immediately returned to Qingming again.
The shaking disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were firm.
"No, you still have a lot of things you don't know."
He shook his head and said,
"About my past, about why it happened, about the things you did to kill me."
Without waiting for Heimos to answer, Garlan continued.
Since Chamil brought himself from the future to the land of ruins, he has come back again and again, until the last time, everything he has experienced.
His purpose over and over again, the resurrection of the gods, what Camos did for him and Aaron Landis.
One by one, one by one, he said it all.
Heimos just listened to him quietly at first, until Garlan talked about the meeting with Chamil, told the truth behind it, and told the fate of his destiny, his face suddenly tense.
He stared at Garlan, who was talking about all this, with eyes like knives.
"Why are you telling me this."
What Heimos said was not in a tone of doubt.
As smart as he is, he has actually figured out the purpose of Garlan telling him everything.
He just didn't want to admit it.
Garland smiled.
"It's revenge."
He says,
"I was killed by you four times, so this time, it's my revenge for you."
"… "
"I do not want you."
Garland said, his eyes curled.
Smiley eyes, like a child.
Even what he said now was like a child, willful and cruel.
He said: "I don't want you, Huymus."
The bedroom was quiet, and Huymos didn't speak for a while.
He lowered his head, and most of his face was buried in Garlan's neck.
The black hair that fell down blocked his side cheeks, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment, and only vaguely saw the almost white traces of the corners of his pursed lips.
He hugged the person in his arms tightly, as if as long as he held it tightly like now, the person in his arms would not leave his hands.
I don't want you anymore.
So, don't follow me.
The so-called heart-wrenching pain, but that's it.
Suddenly, Heimos opened his mouth and bit Garlan's neck fiercely.
The skin on the side of the neck that he bit on was extremely pale, and traces of light blue blood vessels could be seen under the almost transparent skin.
Heimos bit hard and hard.
Bright red traces seeped from the tips of his teeth, quickly dyeing his lips red.
He seemed to pour all his madness and despair into it.
His Adam's apple wriggled, swallowing a mouthful of blood into his throat and into his own body.
"it is good."
After a long time, he finally spoke.
One short word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
The last lingering sound, vaguely with traces of trembling.
He said, good.
…
Garlan lowered his eyes, and the starlight fell, dancing in his slender eyelashes.
He could feel the side neck being bitten, he could feel the sharp teeth piercing into his body, he could feel the hot blood gushing out and flowing into the other's lips.
But he didn't feel pain.
Because his body no longer feels pain now.
… except for the one deep in the chest.
He raised his hand and pressed it against the dark hair in front of him.
…
[Prince, this is the last chance.]
If this time, fate still cannot be directed to the right track, Aaron Landis will be completely destroyed.
In the wrong fate, the twisted thread of fate will bring everyone to a bleak end.
Whether it was someone else, or Heimos.