In the morning, the sky is clear and clear, and flakes of snow-white clouds float in the blue sky.
The sun is not as hot as it is at noon, the breeze is gentle, and the temperature is the most comfortable time.
Under the leadership of Camos, Garlan came to a golden palace.
The arc-shaped bluestone arch stands in front of this golden palace, and on both sides of the arch stands two huge lion statues.
The arches are guarded by lifelike male lions, their heads held high, their postures are majestic and majestic.
Garlan raised his head and stared at the golden palace in front of him.
The layout of this palace is completely different from other palaces. The entire palace has only one spacious hall and no other side halls.
On his way here, Camos had told him that this palace was where the stone statues of the successive kings of Aaron Landis were placed.
Except for some special circumstances, every year, the current Emperor Aaron Landis must come here to worship the previous kings.
Except for the Royal Guards guarding this place, only the direct royal bloodline is qualified to step into this palace.
This year's sacrifice has passed, but this time is just a special situation.
The strayed royal blood returned to Aaron Landis, of course, to come here to worship the previous kings.
This is also to announce to everyone that Gallan has been recognized by the previous kings, and the identity of the prince has been unshakable.
After bringing Garlan here, Camos was silent for a while.
"Gallan."
"Um?"
"About you, for the sake of safety, only the father at the time, me, Kaihos, who was sent to guard you, and Tapti, who was in charge of secretly communicating with Kaihos, knew."
"Other than that, nobody else knows you exist," Camos said.
When he said this, he paused for a while before continuing.
"That is to say, apart from Kaijos and Taputy, no one else is very familiar with you."
"Yes? I know this, for my safety."
Seeing Kamos suddenly mention this matter, Garlan was a little strange.
Camos hesitated.
In the end, he still didn't say anything, just strode inside.
The guards at the back stood quietly with their heads lowered and did not follow.
Without the permission of the emperor, except for the royal blood, no one else is allowed to step into this palace without authorization.
When Camos entered the arch, the royal guards standing on both sides of the arch bowed their heads and saluted Camos and Garland.
They wore royal guard-style armor, and the royal guard armor made of special metal glowed with a light golden luster in the sun.
Only a bright red pattern on the shoulder armor, like blood, symbolizes the blood oath of the Royal Guards.
Walking into it, you can see countless stone pillars supporting this huge hall.
The roof is like a dome, and the interlaced multi-colored glass depicts gorgeous murals, reflecting the sun and shining brightly.
And in front of the arc-shaped wall that can't see the end of the main hall, there are countless bust statues.
All of them are the busts of King Aaron Landis.
Garlan looked around, trying hard to find something.
Camos, who fully understood Garlan's mind and had done something similar the first time he came in, took him somewhere.
More than 2,000 years ago, the three busts of the Lion King, the Sage King, and Heimos the Great stood in front of the wall.
The walls behind the statues are carved with their respective exploits.
With a certain subtle mood, Garlan looked over curiously.
However, after just one glance, the boy fell into a long silence.
The three stone busts... Seem... Seem... Almost... Can't tell the difference
Except for the hairstyle and clothes, it looks like a person at first glance.
… Well, just like the historical celebrities in the history books he used to study who looked exactly the same except for their hair and clothing…
Looking at his younger brother, whose expression was subtly silent, Camos laughed.
The feeling of wanting to vomit blood but not being able to vomit when he saw the three busts for the first time when he was young was not something he had experienced alone.
He laughed and patted Garlan on the head.
Guessing that Brother Camos must have deliberately laughed at himself, Garlan glanced at Camos angrily.
He was about to say something when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him.
"His Majesty."
That all-familiar voice made Garlan's mind pause for a moment.
As soon as he turned around and raised his eyes, he saw the person who had just spoken.
A tall man stood in front of him, wearing a royal guard-style light golden armor.
Slightly curly tan short hair neatly combed behind the side cheek ears.
The angular lips were slightly pursed, and the cold and stern eyes made his face more serious and rigid.
At a glance, people can tell that this is a man with no emotional intelligence and inhumanity like a stone.
He glanced at Garland.
"First meeting, Your Royal Highness."
He looked at the prince he saw for the first time with unfamiliar eyes, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all.
Leaning over and kneeling on one knee on the ground, he reported his identity with a blank face.
"I'm the head of the Royal Guards, Shemuel."
He said, in a tone as unfamiliar as his eyes.
The heart, which had been beating violently in the previous moment, fell for no reason and fell heavily.
Garland's lips parted, but he didn't know what to say.
He lowered his eyes, the shadows of the long eyelashes covered his pupils, and the hands hanging by his side clenched unconsciously.
Camos glanced at the silent Garlan from the corner of his eyes, and sighed silently in his heart.
Kaihos and Tapti are okay, although they have no memory of the past, but because one grew up guarding Gallan and the other watched Gallan grow up, they were still very close to Gallan.
But Schimuel…
He also met Xie Muer who became a royal guard a few years ago, so Xie Muer didn't know about Gallan.
Therefore, to Xie Muer in this life, if Gallan did not have the status of a prince, he would be a complete stranger to him.
As the head of the Royal Guard, he only has the duty and responsibility to protect the prince, but he has no feelings for Garlan.
One can imagine how Gallan would feel about the unfamiliar attitude of Xie Muer.
It is precisely because of this that Camos never let Gallan and Shemuer meet.
However, it is impossible not to meet all the time.
Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, Camos took advantage of this opportunity to worship the previous kings and let the two meet.
In the complex eyes of Camos, the boy who was silent for a while raised his eyes, and a shallow smile appeared on his face.
Garlan looked at Xie Muer kneeling in front of him, smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Head Xie Muer."
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Just after taking a shower, Heimos wiped his wet black hair with a towel.
Drops of water dripped from the tips of his hair to his cheeks, slicing a water mark on his brownish-glossy skin.
A gaze fell on him.
Heimos turned to look.
Garlan sat on the stone railing outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with one knee raised, his arms folded on his left knee, his chin resting on his arm, and his eyes kept looking at Heimos.
He just stared blankly at Heimos for a long time without moving.
Heimos walked over, reached out and touched Garlan's forehead.
"What's wrong?"
he asks.
Garlan looked up at him, his figure reflected in his golden pupils.
"I'm thinking… "
The boy raised his hand, took his hand, and put his palm on his face.
The scarred, brown palms cling to the fair, tender skin.
"If you didn't make a pact with the gods, but reincarnated..."
Garland said softly.
He closed his eyes and lightly rubbed the other's rough palm with his cheek.
"I will definitely find you, no matter how long it takes, I will find you."
"I thought so."
"I also know that even if you find the reincarnated you, you will not remember me."
"But if you look at me with strange eyes when I find you..."
When Garlan said this, he suddenly paused.
He held Heimos's hand tighter.
He closed his eyes and moved the end of his eyelashes slightly.
"I must be very...very sad..."
Even if you understand in your heart, even if you know that this kind of thing is unavoidable, even if you are ready to face the people you used to know and don't remember yourself.
However, it still feels uncomfortable.
Garlan stretched out his hand, hugged the man standing in front of him tightly, and buried his face deeply in the other's arms.
His face rubbed against Heimos's abdomen, and the action revealed a deep attachment, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.
Heimos didn't speak, he just looked down at the young man in his arms, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be thinking about something, but his eyes were still very gentle.
His hand gently stroked the young blond hair.