The moon is the night sky, and the fine silver light scatters the brilliance of the ground.
Even the creek that surrounded the loft in the sky was covered with a light-colored silver light, like moonlight flowing in the creek.
The smell of wine was smoky, and the eyes of everyone in the banquet were already a little confused.
Perhaps because he drank a little too much wine tonight, Gallan felt that his cheeks were also slightly hot.
A little hot.
He thought about it, and suddenly felt a little bored when he looked at the intertwined scene around him.
So, while no one was paying attention, he said to the maid next to him, and he left the banquet, planning to go to a place with fewer people to breathe.
It's just that Garland didn't notice. When he got up and left quietly, Heimos, who had been keeping his eyes out of the corner of his body, was silent for a while, and ended the conversation with a general who had also returned from the Northern Army.
He raised his head and drank a glass of wine, snapped it, and knocked the glass on the table.
Because of too much force, the jade glass cracked open, standing pitifully on the table, as if it would crack completely anytime, anywhere.
And its owner had already got up and left the banquet hall.
Half of this sky loft is suspended in the air, exposed to the starry sky, and the other half is in the form of a sloping ladder. The first-level buildings are stacked up and up.
All kinds of rare trees and flowers are mixed in it, and after clever coordination, it looks like a three-dimensional garden at first glance.
Garlan walked up the first-level cyan stone steps, crossing the emerald green trees on both sides.
Occasionally, a small stream flows down the other side of the stone wall.
Layers of pavilions and palaces were thrown under his feet with his footsteps, and the cool wind at night blew over the young man's blond hair that became brighter and brighter in the dark night.
He didn't choose a place deliberately, but just walked up the steps at will.
Along the way, there were many forks of the stone steps, and he chose one at random.
Occasionally stopped, when he turned back, he was already standing in the air, and when he looked down, he could see that the huge platform below was brightly lit, the banquet was still going on, and it looked much smaller. People come and go on it.
At the end of the stone steps, he was already standing in one of several attics at the highest point of the attic in the sky.
It was a small building, made of snow-white stones, with winding patterns and delicate carvings in the hollows. A white stone platform hangs in the air and extends out.
Standing here, looking around, the entire majestic palace has a panoramic view.
Even in the small half of the royal city, in the countless houses, the sporadic light spots resembled the starlight in the night sky.
Looking down at the ground below, Garlan let out a long breath.
The cool night wind swept across his slightly hot cheeks, the coolness penetrated into the hot skin, and the feeling of emptiness in front of him made him feel a lot more comfortable.
Looking down at the endless land, it seemed that his chest was also opened up.
The teenager sat on the black-blue stone bench in this small attic, blowing the wind comfortably and looking at the earth.
Looking at it, before he knew it, he slowly lay on the cold stone table and fell asleep in a daze.
…
…
The light rain fell from the night sky and hit the bushes with a rustling sound.
Late at night, rainy night, there is no moonlight or starlight, but the lights are bright.
The lights hanging on the stone pillars on both sides illuminate the rainy night.
The stone steps meandering upwards seem to have no end in sight.
He staggered upwards, the warm liquid dripping from his forehead, adding a tinge of red to the corners of his eyes.
He was breathing rapidly, and his breathless chest seemed to burst open anytime, anywhere.
The lungs were twitching and it was so painful that I couldn't breathe.
The fine rain hit his head, making the golden forehead wet against his pale cheeks.
His lips were as pale as his skin color, too cold to have any temperature.
So cold.
he thinks.
Cold and tired, his limbs were as heavy as stones, and he felt extremely heavy when he moved.
The heavy breathing made his lungs feel like they were about to burst.
He really wanted to stop like this, lie down directly on the wet stone steps, take a good rest, and never play again.
However, can't stop.
Can't stop.
… quick…
... run away...
He staggered to climb up, and suddenly, the winding stone steps came to an end.
It has reached the highest point, and in front of it is a palace loft that protrudes outwards.
In the dark night, the snow-colored attic was dazzlingly white at this moment, just like his extremely pale face reflected in the light.
There is no way.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the snow-white building.
The mind is blank.
Papa, that was the sound of the long sword in his hand falling on the stone ground.
This time, that's it.
He walked into the attic absentmindedly and stood on the white stone platform that extended outwards, looking down at the majestic royal palace below.
In the dark night, through the hazy rain curtain, he could only see the stars and lights shining on the ground.
He stood here, looking down at the earth, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Cold, fine rain fell on his pale face and slid down his side cheeks.
It was like the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, a heavy footstep sounded behind him.
He turned back sharply.
And just as he turned around, a big brown hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his throat.
Take a breath.
The black hair wet by the rain was wetly attached to the brown forehead, and the water droplets oozing from the tips of the hair dripped down the straight tip of the nose.
The golden red eyes under the black hair stared straight at him.
The tall and slender young man looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf who chose someone and devoured him.
Even in the rain, there seemed to be a hot flame burning in those cold pupils.
Those eyes, at a glance, make one's heart skip a beat.
The fingers gripping his throat tightened a little.
He started to be unable to breathe.
The painful suffocation made his pale face flush a little bit.
The hand grabbed his throat and slowly lifted it up.
He stood on tiptoe as hard as he could, supporting his body as it gradually lifted off the ground.
However, as the arm was raised, his feet were forced off the ground.
The black-haired youth grabbed his throat with one right hand and lifted him up high.
His hands desperately grabbed each other's wrists, but he was exhausted and couldn't let the other party feel any threat at all.
Just like that, the man took him a few steps forward.
His eyes widened suddenly, and the fingers gripping the other's wrist shook violently.
The man took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the white stone platform that extended outwards.
And he was held by the man by the throat, and the whole body was just like this, hanging outside the platform.
There was nothing underfoot.
His face was red from the lack of oxygen, and he opened his lips, trying to say something, but his throat was so strangled that he couldn't make a sound.
The wind blew by, and his suspended body was swayed slightly in the air by the wind.
Under his feet is the sky.
If it falls, it will be shattered to pieces.
The fear of falling from the sky at any time made his mind go blank at this moment, he couldn't think of anything, just stared blankly at the man who lifted himself out of the platform.
His pupils were trembling with fear at this moment.
And the golden-red eyes that were staring at him were nothing but gloomy and cold.
Then, the hand that was pinching his neck loosened.
He fell from the sky.
The wind whistled past his ears.
He reached out his hand, but couldn't catch anything.
The fine raindrops wet his face and blurred his eyes. The only thing he could see clearly was the cold and unwavering gaze of the man standing on the platform looking down at him.
Terrible look.
He closed his eyes.
The next moment, there was a dull loud bang, and his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness amid the severe pain of the whole body shattering.
…
The night sky that was still clear just now suddenly began to drizzle lightly. When Heimos followed Garland's footsteps to the highest attic, what he saw was a stone table lying in the open attic. Garland on top.
In Shiraishi's attic, the boy was lying on the black-blue stone table, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Reflecting the light, the bright blonde hair that seemed to glow was scattered on the dark stone table. Occasionally, a breeze blew, and a strand of gold swept across the boy's cheeks.
It was raining, and there was a bit of coolness in the air. Heimos tore off the dark cloak behind him and draped it over Garlan, who was sleeping soundly.
Then, he sat down on the stone bench beside him.
At this moment, his eyes were almost straight and greedy looking at the sleeping boy's face.
A strand of blond hair was blown by the wind and fell from the tip of Garlan's nose.
Heimos reached out his hand subconsciously, his fingertips picked up the strand of gold, and pulled it behind the white ear.
And after that, he never retracted his hand, gently caressing the slightly drunken cheek of the young man.
Then, move down a little bit.
In the end, the four slender fingers with well-defined knuckles lightly rested on Garlan's side neck, and the thumb pressed on the slightly parted lips.
The slightly calloused and slightly rough finger pulp gently caressed the soft lips, once and again, until the lips turned slightly red.
As long as he leaned down slightly, he could kiss the boy's soft lips.
But Heimos didn't move, even if his eyes were full of longing, he didn't do it. With Garlan's ignorance, his character made him disdain to do such a thing.
So, he just gently stroked Gallan's lips and waited patiently for Gallan to wake up.
In ambush waiting for prey, wolves have infinite patience.
In order not to startle its prey, it would lurk in the dark jungle and wait for a long, long time.
…
Not long after, the boy's eyelashes moved slightly, and then he opened his eyes.
Blink.
Saw Heimos.
Blink again.
Those eyes suddenly widened, and Garlan stood up and took two steps back as if he was greatly frightened, almost retreating to the protruding platform.
The cloak draped over him fell to the bottom of the stone bench.
Huymos? !
After struggling to wake up from the nightmare of the previous life, Garlan didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar face that was still in the dream appear in front of him.
He jumped up in fright.
At that moment, Garlan felt that his heart was about to burst into his chest.
He stood stiffly in place, looked around, and the familiar sight made his pupils twitch violently.
I was a little drunk just now and didn't notice it, but now I woke up, and I was shocked.
This place, this place, and, late at night with sparse drizzle...
This is a very familiar and terrifying sight...
…
He unknowingly walked to the place where the Second World was killed by Heimos!
And just now, why was Heimos's hand on his neck when he woke up
That movement, that gesture, as long as the fingers tighten, Heimos's hand can grab his throat.
Just like in a dream.
Garlan glanced back, he stood on the protruding platform, and then took a few steps back, and the sky below was ten thousand feet high.
Taking another look at Heimos, standing in front of him, the pair of golden red eyes that almost coincided with the dream stared at him without blinking.
Garlan, who was beating in panic, swallowed a saliva. He felt that his legs were a little weak...