A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 335. Previous Life of Huimos

The sky is in the sky.

In the dark night, there is no starlight, only a snow-white crescent moon hangs above it, but it is mostly obscured by thick black clouds, only a little curved point is faintly exposed.

There was almost no glimmer between heaven and earth.

A huge palace, standing on the ground, majestic, but silent.

The lights around the hall have long been extinguished.

It hides into the night, as if it has merged with the night.

There is no voice in the towering palace.

Even the guards guarding outside the main hall are silent like stone carvings.

The breeze blowing from the distant sea passed by the guard standing like a stone statue, passed through the huge stone arch gate, and entered the hall.

The hall is getting darker and darker.

There is no light, and there is no one, only the white stone pillars stand silently.

It is obviously summer, and even in the middle of the night, the temperature is still hot, but in this empty hall, it is inexplicably cold.

The chill seems to be transmitted from the slate floor under the feet, from the tall stone pillars standing in the hall, and from the stone walls hidden on all sides, making people feel chill from head to toe.

The breeze with a bit of sea moist air still swept forward, but it seemed to be infected with the inexplicable coldness in the hall.

Passing through countless tall white stone columns, passing through the empty dark hall, and blowing over the tall stone steps, it finally reached the end of the hall.

On that high platform, above the golden throne, someone sat quietly in the dark, eyes closed, seeming to be asleep.

This breeze blew across the cheeks of the person sitting on the golden throne, and a strand of pitch-black hair moved slightly at the corner of that person’s eye.

Just such a small inaudible movement is enough to wake that person from light sleep.

The eyes under the black hair moved slightly and opened.

The crimson hue appeared in the darkness, extremely scorching, like a crimson flame burning above a sea of blood.

It’s quiet all around.

He could not hear anything except the sound of his own breathing.

In the depths of the crimson eyes, there seemed to be a trace of gold faintly, but the gold was too weak to make it clear anymore.

…It’s probably because the blood that has splashed in front of him over the years has already dyed his eyes the same color as they are today.

Sitting lightly sleeping on the golden throne was a tall and slender man.

The black short hair seemed to blend in with the darkness.

The same pitch-black cloak fell from his shoulders and draped on the throne, covering most of the bright gold that should have been.

He sat quietly with his hands on the golden armrests.

The right arm was wrapped in a snow-white bandage from the shoulder to the fingertips, and it became more and more dazzling in the dark, showing a very sharp contrast with the brown-skinned left arm.

…It’s so quiet…

Crimson eyes opened for a few seconds, then indifferently swept across the empty and silent hall in front of them, and then closed again.

It was a huge hall, but it was empty.

As far as he could see, there was only darkness.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that he is the only one.

Everyone knows that for many nights, he will sleep in the hall and on the throne.

He is more accustomed to sleeping on his throne than the soft bed in the palace.

The coldness under his body and the hardness of the metal that his hands can grasp can give him a sense of reality.

The throne belongs to him.

The only thing in this world that truly belongs to him.

Because of the strange habit of often sleeping in the hall alone, he no longer remembers how many times he was assassinated in this hall and on this throne over the years.

But every time, the blood of the assassin stained the steps under his feet.

…………

The hall was very quiet, so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing.

And he felt that even the only breathing sound was a little weaker.

The time has come.

He came to this world alone.

Now, I will leave alone.

These days, he has a faint hunch.

Without the slightest fear or unwillingness, he was calmer than he thought.

Perhaps it was because there was nothing in this world that could touch his emotions.

Even his own death.

He closed his eyes and waited quietly for the arrival of the last moment.

And after his death, what will happen in this hall where the supreme power is, who will take his place and sit on the throne.

He doesn’t care.

………………

There was an unprecedented dead silence around him, as if his five senses had disappeared little by little before he died.

Soon, everything will disappear, including himself.

It is said that before death, everything that a person has experienced during his lifetime will pass in front of his eyes, allowing people to see his life clearly.

But he couldn’t see anything.

Or it should be said that everything he saw was vague, so vague that he couldn’t see anything.

This is a matter of course.

Because he has always been indifferent to anything.

In this long period of nearly forty years, countless people or things passed by him in a hurry, and he never took another look.

Except for the icy throne under him that he could still feel.

Everything in this world has nothing to do with him.

…………

[Xie Muer. 】

That was the childish face that suddenly appeared before me.

The boy’s brilliant smile was as bright as his short golden hair shining in the sun.

In a vague memory, only this smile is very clear.

The ends of the golden hair flying up at the moment of turning his head, the curvature of the corners of the eyes that were bent, and the golden pupils shining like jewels, all appeared in front of his eyes very clearly at this moment.

In the dark, the man’s fingers wrapped in snow-white bandages, which were calmly placed on the armrest, clenched slightly for a moment.

Also, the narrow corners of his eyes twitched slightly under the dark black silk.

Garland…

He was suddenly in a trance.

He never knew that in his memory, the youth’s face was so clear.

He remembered.

This is many years ago, at noon one day, he passed by the atrium.

As he walked past, he raised his eyes and noticed the young man standing on the edge of the road ahead.

Bright blonde hair, no matter where you are, you can see it at first glance.

The young man turned his back to the direction he walked in, and lowered his head, not knowing what he was doing.

He saw him.

The boy didn’t seem to notice his arrival.

At that time, he didn’t think much about it, and didn’t want to talk to the boy, he just planned to walk past the boy quietly.

However, when he just approached the boy, the boy who had been bowing his head seemed to suddenly hear his footsteps and was awakened from his thoughts.

So, the young man who was awakened by the sound of his footsteps turned his head.

The golden hair ends flying up in the air the moment the boy turned his head, and the childish face of the boy who turned his head opened with a bright smile in the bright sunlight.

Xiemuer.

He was stunned by the bright smile that suddenly appeared in front of him, and he heard the boy call out that name.

That’s how it turns out, he regards himself as the mentor priest.

Thinking about this, he still looked indifferent, looking at the boy in front of him blankly.

The boy’s smile was frozen on his face.

Not only the face, but the whole person froze.

He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but couldn’t say anything.

It looks extremely embarrassing.

For some reason, he rarely looked at the young man’s embarrassed expression with a little interest, and waited patiently for the other person to say something.

It’s a pity that Shamash’s priest soon appeared here and called the boy away.

He watched the young man let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly left in front of him and ran towards the priest.

He heard the young man yelling the name of Sheemur, and showed the priest the smile he had just seen.

That kind of smile is actually very familiar to him.

He had seen Garlan show this smile to the people around him countless times.

He has always hated Garlan’s smile.

Because that is the proof that the teenager is pampered and cared for by people around him, and is well protected.

It is the proof that the teenager has forgotten everything.

Every time he sees a young man showing this kind of smile to those around him, his hatred for him can hardly deepen.

It’s just that he didn’t expect that Garlan, who had always looked at him with defensive, resisted and even slightly fearful eyes, would have such a smile on him one day…

Although this is just a mixed accident.

Soon, he left the accident behind and completely forgot.

…………

……………………

He thought he had forgotten everything,

He thought he had already discarded the memory of that boy.

But now he knew that he had never forgotten.

——Even if sixteen years have passed.

The boy is already dead.

Sixteen years ago.

Under the fountain of the goddess Isdar, died at his feet.

How ironic.

The person he hates most is the one who has the deepest mark in his memory.

He is the only person in his life who can’t forget.

…………

While all his subordinates, including Suojia, worked hard for this throne battle, he was the only participant and never worried about the outcome of this silent battle.

He knew very early that there was only one ending.

He will be the ultimate winner.

The winner is king.

The reason for saying this was not because he underestimated Gallan or was too arrogant.

It is precisely because he has been watching Garlan that he knows better than any other.

Gallan couldn’t beat him.

No matter how many times it is repeated.

The reason is simple.

Gallan had no intention of killing him.

The boy’s eyes may be confused, resisted, fearful, unwilling, angry or even resentful.

However, there is no killing intent.

He guessed that if Garlan became the last winner and sat on the throne, he would not be killed.

The young man may see him as a terrible opponent, but he has never seen him as a life-and-death enemy in the true sense.

Regardless of fighting with him, Gallan never intended to kill him.

……Innocent.

childish.

madness.

That’s why he said that he never worried about the outcome of this war.

Because of the boy’s innocence and self-righteous stupidity, he was doomed to the end of his death at the beginning.

Therefore, he was not in a rush to solve his naive enemy.

Therefore, he watched with cold eyes the priest of Shamash’betrayed’ Garlan and turned to his command.

Therefore, he watched indifferently as the priest broke through the game he had set up again and again, struggling to protect the young man.

He looked at all this indifferently.

He never believed in the’betrayal’ of Sheemur.

Because he clearly remembered the gaze that the young man relied on when he smiled and called the priest’s name, and the gentleness of Xie Muer’s eyes when he looked at the young man.

Later, the Lion King led his army to leave the city and rushed to the west to meet the invaders of Gasdad.

He thought, the time is up.

He noticed the dark ups and downs of the battlefield in the Western Territory, he noticed something wrong with the city lord by the royal family there, and guessed that the Lion King was going to be more or less good…

But what does that matter to him.

He just thought that the game should be over.

On that day, he personally poured poison into Garlan’s mouth.

He watched the blood that the young man spit out painfully stained the white stone ground.

He watched the other person close his eyes under his feet and stopped breathing.

He no longer remembers what he was thinking at the time, but he vaguely remembered the touch of the fragile neck that he held in his hands trembling at that time.

When the sword in his hand pierced Xiemur’s chest, he remembered the scene where the young man called the priest’s name with a bright smile on that day.

He suddenly thought that he had never heard a teenager call his name once for so many years.

…

He became the king of Aaron Landis.

He sat on the golden throne.

He let everyone crawl under his feet.

He made everyone look at him with only fear in their eyes.

He has been fighting for a lifetime on the battlefield, with a lot of bones under the sword, and a sea of blood under his feet.

Wherever he went, there were only wars, killings, blood and death.

He was fighting on the battlefield, never for Aaron Landis.

But he likes war.

Only when the fresh blood spattered on him, the scorching heat made him feel alive.

Seeing the fear of him in the eyes of others, and stepping everyone under his feet, he will have instant satisfaction.

…Yes, in an instant.

After that moment passed, it became empty again, with nothing.

Just like his empty life.

He killed countless people in his life.

And the only one he remembered.

……if…………

He did not regret it.

He will do it no matter how many times he does it again.

The throne is the only thing he can hold in his hands.

The only thing he can have.

He never regrets what he did.

…

It’s just that, in the last moment when the darkness is about to fall, he can’t help but think about it.

if……

If there was no tragic accident in childhood…

If he and Gallan never parted ways because of that accident…

If they can grow up together…

In the afternoon of that day, the moment the teenager turned his head and smiled brightly, would he call out his name?

…………

If there is no fire on that day.

If you could call my name with a smile.

………………

The dark hall was quiet and silent.

The man sitting on the golden throne stopped breathing in the dark.

…

Huimos.

Aaron Landis is the thirty-sixth king.

The successor of the Lion King Camos.

His military exploits are outstanding, and he has never failed on the battlefield in his life.

When he was in power, Aaron Landis reached the pinnacle of the military, and neighboring countries dared not make a move.

He reigned for sixteen years and died at the age of thirty-nine.

No successor.

After King Huimos passed away, Aaron Landis fell apart in an instant.

A year and a half later, the Gasdad people invaded the city.

Aaron Landis died.

…………

……………………

“He…”

Vaguely, a voice echoed in my ears.

“Hey…”

Someone seems to be calling his name.

“Himos–”

He opened his eyes.

The sun shone from behind the boy who was pressing on him, and the blond hair that seemed to glow in the sun made him squint slightly.

The blond boy smiled and poked his forehead with his finger.

“Are you having a nightmare? You can’t wake up anyhow, your brows are frowned tightly, and you are almost crying when you look at it.”

Of course, the last sentence was a lie that the teenager told him to tease him.

But it is true that it looks painful, so the boy tried to wake him up from his dream.

Nightmare…?

He was in a trance.

His thoughts were still immersed in dreams, or what should be said in the memory of the past, the depths of my heart were empty, as if a big hole had been broken.

He stretched out his hand to hold the cheek of the boy in front of him.

The warm touch comes from the fingertips.

real.

That kind of temperature passed into his hand and penetrated into his skin, as if it was filling the empty hole in his heart little by little.

The young man whose face was held by him was taken aback, and then laughed.

“Why, I had a nightmare, so do you want to act like a baby to me now?”

The boy said with a grin.

“Himos?”

He looked at the young man’s curving eyebrows and the smiling face in front of him.

He said: “Yeah.”

He said softly: “I’m acting like a baby.”

“………?????”

Seeing the boy looking at him with a dazed expression, he laughed.

“I’m acting like a baby.”

He smiled and said,

“So, Garland, call again.”

He smiled and pressed his gentle forehead lightly.

“Again, call my name.”

…

If everything can be done again.

If you could call my name with a bright smile.

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Oh, my friends, I’m back.

Let’s start with a chapter of Heimos’s past life.

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