A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The head was faintly painful, the wind was roaring in the ear, and behind him was the sky.

He stretched out his hand but couldn't catch anything, and could only helplessly fall from a height.

...

Garland took a deep breath and dispelled these faint emotions that wrapped around him.

Why did he run away?

he thinks.

Why should he be afraid of Huimus?

Garland looked up and looked at Huimus standing opposite.

The man lowered his eyes and did not look at him again. In the dark night, his fine lashes fell deeply on the man's brown cheeks.

Heimos stood there, unmoved.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

A second ago, it was like a ferocious wolf with open teeth approaching its prey. At this moment, it suddenly disappeared again, standing alone in the shadows and silent.

The night wind suddenly blew, and the coolness made Garland awake. The blue hair rope that tied the back of her hair suddenly spread out and was blown away by the wind, passing a blue mark in the air, and then The trail disappeared.

The long hair scattered on his shoulders flew in the wind, like a cluster of golden clouds.

The startled and angry teenager stood on the suspended platform and stood in the wind, suddenly calming down.

It's different.

Now, it is completely different from before.

Now he doesn’t need to be afraid.

Garland no longer looked at Huimus, but left the suspended platform and walked straight ahead.

As he walked, he tore off the pure gold wire braided wrist strap, and then raised his hands backwards to bundle up the blond hair scattered on his shoulders.

"It's my fault, Huimus, you misunderstood."

The blond hair **** by him was slightly messy and loose, and a few strands of blond hair slid down his chest along his right shoulder.

Garran raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He said, "Because that person was trying to use the throne to challenge you and me, and wanted us to fight, in order to make him die, and because of the customs of Tasdaq different from other regions, I said that lie wanted to make him die."

Heimos squeezed the hand on his side.

The nails stung into the palms and hurt a little.

Only pain can calm him down and stop him from doing dangerous things.

He stood quietly and patiently, silently.

Garland turned his head, and his bright golden eyes looked at Huimus.

After calming down, when awakening from the nightmare just now, Gallan quickly understood what he should do now.

Although it is not known why Huimus did this kind of thing suddenly, he must tell him his feelings calmly-in order to avoid causing more misunderstandings again.

"Hyimos, we grew up together, you are right, I really like you."

The teenager looked at him calmly.

However, his words didn't make Huimus show the slightest happy eyes, but frowned slightly and stepped forward.

However, as soon as Huimos stepped forward, Garland raised his hand and pressed his fingertips to Huimos' chest.

He didn't use force, but it was just such a movement, and a look that looked up at Huimus that easily stopped all the actions of the powerful man.

Heimus glanced at Gallan, perhaps because Gallan was standing under the starlight slanting in, but he happened to be standing in the shadow of the attic.

That complexion, his eyes, seemed to be suddenly dimmed.

The lips are too tight and thin like a line. The bite wound is still oozing with blood. At first glance, it looks inexplicably painful.

Gallan's heart was suddenly touched.

For the first time in years, he has seen such a look on Huimus's face...It is clear that nothing seems to be able to impress this powerful man, but now...

Is Huimus serious?

Was he just going too far in anger?

He couldn't help thinking about it, but he quickly suppressed it.

If Huimos is serious, then he must immediately stop his thoughts.

Because he could not give any response to Huimos.

"But I like you like Kehos."

He says,

"And the ones who like...love, I like girls, cute girls like lilies."

"So, Huimos, I like you, just like Kaihos...do you understand?"

Heimus, who pressed his lips together, was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"You obviously like that guy more and trust him more, tell him everything, don't tell me."

He said that there was no anger in his tone.

The muzzle seemed to have been held for a long time, but now I couldn't help saying it.

He was very upset about the mission of the mission of Tasda.

Galranin could call Kehos, who had not returned to the royal city, and call him to help. He was not willing to let him know, and he concealed him deliberately.

In this regard, he didn't show up on the face, in fact, he was pregnant for a long time.

Gallan was still carefully pondering the language he explained to Heimos, and now he was said that, suddenly he was amused by the words of Heimos.

In vain, he just thought he was right. As a result, this guy was actually eating Kehos' vinegar here.

"Kejos is a knight who is known as the scorching sun. One in ten thousand. Why don't I have such a strong man?"

Hey Morston, who was refuted, gave a moment and said suddenly.

"I also have the name of Black Knight."

I am not worse than him.

The above subtext is almost ready.

Garland: "..."

Did you even hit Kehuos?

He was a bit crying and laughing, and the anger just now was lost to the rogue general behavior of Heimus.

He said angrily: "Your "black knight" is not my knight, Kehuos is my guardian knight, even my life is mine, just like my hands and feet, I trust my hands and feet more. wrong?"

Um, not right, the topic seems to be diverted.

Garland, who felt wrong, hurried back to the topic.

"Don't talk about this first, I just want to make it clear to you."

"I never considered the future of being with men who were male, nor did I plan to move into that future."

"Of course, I don't think it's strange that you like same sex. It's your freedom, after all... eh?"

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Halfway through, Gallan suddenly felt a little strange.

He turned his head hard and finally remembered what was wrong.

[I can’t like men even if I die. 】

"Uh, that, Huimus."

auzw.com Gallan's eyes twitched, and he looked up at Heimus.

"I remember you said that, at that time, you said that you don't like men and you won't like them even if you die."

His hand still rested on Huimus's chest, but at this moment it was turned into a poke.

He tapped his chest with his fingertips.

"What's going on now?"

Heimus opened his eyes and looked at the other side, as if unwilling to stare at Gallan.

The thin lips were still tightly pressed, and the lip line became tighter and sharper. His expression also looked very depressed, so depressed that he didn't want to speak.

Now he has the feeling of being slapped hard by the original self.

Gallan glanced at him with the corner of his eye.

"You used to swear in the name of Samash."

Huimos's tight lips finally moved.

He murmured softly, "I don't believe in Samash."

The tone of the black knight's speech at the moment was like a little kid who wanted to cover up in trouble.

Garland: "........."

Ah, I really wanted to beat him.

But he couldn't beat him.

Thinking about it, a sudden pain in his mouth came, and Garran subconsciously raised his hand and touched his lips.

The fingertips just touched lightly, and there was a tingle.

what happened?

Just now he just bit through the bottom lip of Heimus, it is impossible to bite himself?

Garlan touched his slightly tingling lips, and suddenly felt a burning look.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Heymos, who had just turned away from his eyes, stared at himself scorchingly.

The eye was fixed on his lips, his eyes almost burning.

The gaze was so hot that it seemed to be licking his lips roughly with his invisible gaze.

The man's straight and aggressive look made Gallan's face suddenly hot.

He quickly raised his hand and wiped his mouth hard with the back of his hand.

It was just a rub, and another sting.

"do not move."

Heimus stared at Gallan and said, "It's swollen, and rubbing hard will hurt."

As he said, he reached out to hold Gallan's hand.

However, as soon as his hand was stretched out, Gallan opened it.

Garland shook his hand away and looked at him angrily.

"Who hurt you think you gave it to you?"

The tingling sensation in the mouth made Garland's mood worse.

Thinking of the slightly red lips before he returned to the banquet, he couldn't help but get a little angry again.

He lifted his feet forward, and walked past Heimus, walking quickly to the stone table.

He didn't sit on the stone bench, but put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and sat directly on the stone table.

One foot swayed in the air, one foot stepped on the edge of the stone table, arms folded on the knees bent.

He no longer rides Rheymus, looking down at the star-studded ground below the platform.

Garland turned his head sideways, without looking at Huimus, and spoke directly.

"I have made it clear what you have to say, you go back first, I have to blow the hair here."

At least wait for the marks on the lips to disappear before going back.

The boy thought so depressedly.

However, Huimus did not move.

He stood silently, looking at Gallan.

He asked: "Are you angry?"

Garland ignored him.

My mouth still hurts.

He suffocated at the thought that the first kiss he had accumulated in his life was with a man or was forced.

Huimus asked again: "What shall I do to make you not angry with me?"

A few strands of golden hair scattered on the young boy's white neck, and fell along the neck fossa to the slender collarbone.

The teenager turned his head.

He sat on a blue stone table with one leg bent, his arms on his knees.

He tilted his head slightly, and he looked at Huimus, his golden eyes bent slightly, like a crescent moon in the sky.

"Kneel down and beg me~"

He looked at Huimus, his slightly crooked eyes were half grumbling and half teasing, with a bit of slyness, like a temper tantrum.

Obviously speaking annoying words but giving birth is just making people feel cute enough.

Heimus raised his eyes.

There was no expression on his face, but he raised his feet and walked forward.

Garlan looked away after saying that.

"Okay, kidding."

He said that he waved his hand at Heimus at random, and motioned him to go quickly.

"We have all been out for so long, you still hurry back..."

What was being said suddenly stuck in half.

The young man's eyes widened at once.

He opened his eyes, opened his mouth, his eyes dull, and looked at the person in front of him with a blank face.

Heimos, who came to him, leaned over and fell to the ground with one knee.

He knelt at the teenager's feet.

Then, he raised his head, and the finely shattered starlight slantingly fell on the beautiful cheek on the other side.

Changri's sharp eyes slightly curled up, softening against the starlight.

"So, are you willing to take it now, the knight who wants to serve you piously in front of you is dedicated to your life and soul."

He says.

A clear low voice, and the aftertone of the last word suddenly evoked an arc.

Inexplicably hooked people to the extreme.

"……My master?"

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