A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

【You failed again. 】

It was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped. Suddenly a voice sounded. The tone was extremely indifferent, without any fluctuations, and there was no emotion in it.

That sound did not come from one place, but came from all directions of this place, from the air, from the ground, everywhere at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish the location.

Garlan, who was sitting on the broken stone steps with his legs spread apart and holding his head in his hands, looked up. His short, soft light blond hair had been messed up by his fingers in the hair, and it was messily scattered on his forehead.

Hearing this voice, he let out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness.

Yes, he failed again.

Just this sentence, plus this time, he has listened to it four times. Thinking of the first time when he confidently slapped his chest and promised to get it done, he wished he could go back and slap himself in the face - who gave you the confidence - he wanted to point at himself and scold him like this.

Garlan stood up, turned around, glanced across the gray-white altar behind him, and his heart skipped a beat. It was still the familiar altar, but it was quite different from the first time he saw it. Although there were many small cracks on the altar at the beginning, they were not serious. On the contrary, they made the altar look more ancient and vicissitudes of life, giving it a unique beauty that has been precipitated by time.

But at this moment, four deep cracks struck it, especially the crack that just appeared that almost split it in half, making it look like it would fall apart in the next second and become a useless puddle. gravel.

——You have five chances to come back——

The words that the voice once said rang in the young man's ears again, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

five times.

Only five times.

Now, there's only one last time left.

If it fails again this time, then...

Garlan took a deep breath to dispel the terrible consequences from his mind and calm down. At first, he just regarded this so-called mission of fulfilling his destiny as a game that he could play over and over again. After dying twice, he started to get nervous. However, the third and fourth time, he had tried very hard, even desperately, but in the end he was still defeated by that person.

That person... was so terrifying, almost flawless.

No matter from which aspect, that person absolutely crushed him.

Even now, Garlan can't figure out what he has to do to defeat that scary guy.

That guy was really merciless.

But Garlan has nothing to complain about.

After all, even brothers would fall out in a fight for the throne, let alone him and Heimos, who had nothing to do with each other eight generations back?

He was made the royal younger brother. Although he had no direct royal bloodline, he had the nominal right to inherit the throne.

Although Heymos was not established as the royal brother, his maternal grandmother had direct bloodline from the royal family, so he also had the right to inherit the throne.

It's just that Heimos's inheritance rights are lower than his own, who has the title of royal brother.

Therefore, only by killing himself can Heimos sit on the throne.

"Are you really right about what you call the gods?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Is it really me who is the Son of Destiny, not that guy Heimos?"

【God makes no mistakes. 】

The emotionless voice replied.

Then why was the Son of Destiny killed?

Garlan subconsciously complained in his mind.

However, in this place, even if he didn't say it, the other party seemed to be able to hear what he was thinking, and the voice immediately gave him a cold shot.

[Even if I have a destiny, I can't change my stupidity and hopelessness. 】

Garlan: "..."

As a messenger of God, you should be ruthless, have no desires, and be as motionless as a mountain. What's going on with this mocking tone?

The young man who was so aggrieved by the rebuke couldn't help but complain.

"Then you can't blame me entirely. I only have more than a year at a time, so what can I do?"

He felt that the time when he went back was very bad. At that time, he was fifteen or sixteen years old, the other party was a few years older than him, and the forces of both parties were almost established. I don’t know what the original person did. Anyway, his power is much weaker than Heimos. Only one year is not enough for him to change the balance of power between the two sides - especially when the other party makes no mistakes and no flaws at all. Under the premise, he had absolutely no way to start.

Every time he couldn't survive long before he was killed. This time he managed to hold on for a year and a half, which is much better than the first time when he couldn't hold on for a year, right?

He comforted himself in his heart.

Apparently the voice heard his self-consolation again and responded again.

【Ah. 】

Garlan: "..."

I was wrong, please don't laugh at me.

Thinking about it in his mind, the young man's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, the other party probably heard this sentence again, and he might even be ridiculed.

However, this time, the other party seemed not to hear his voice, and the voice did not appear for a while.

Garlan was a little uneasy. He didn't know what the other person was thinking. He didn't speak for a long time. Maybe he thought he was too useless and didn't want to waste time on him anymore, so he didn't even plan to give him the last chance.

The voice didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say. He could only stand blankly, staring at the gray-white ancient altar that was about to fall apart. The breeze passed through the green crowns of tall trees, swaying the branches and leaves, making a slight rustling sound. He was surrounded by broken obelisks, and countless huge shadows fell on him. Although there were all traces of weathering, not a single tiny gravel could be seen rolling down.

After a long time, the voice finally sounded again.

[Get ready to start again. 】

As soon as he finished speaking, Garlan felt his head buzzing, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy object, and his vision went black for an instant.

On the broken altar, the young man's figure suddenly disappeared.

With a loud bang, the gray-white altar suddenly burst into pieces. The next second, the whole thing exploded, and rubble flew everywhere. And the countless tall and majestic obelisks surrounding it also collapsed and shattered. Each one collapsed and hit the ground, causing the ground to tremble violently.

Following the crashing sound of collapse, soon, the magnificent and huge altar was completely reduced to ruins, leaving only a pile of broken boulders.

【……the last time. 】

That voice was also annihilated along with the collapsed altar.

【You take care of yourself. 】

…………

……………………

After regaining consciousness, Garlan put a hand on his head and slowly opened his eyes. According to his memory, when he opened his eyes, he should have seen his gorgeous bedroom, with the snow-white velvet bed gauze, and the enchanting figure kneeling next to him holding a green peacock feather fan embroidered with gold threads to gently fan him. Beautiful maid.

The wind blew past his cheek and stirred his forehead. Not the gentle wind from a fan, but the wind whizzing by outside, carrying the smell of water. You can vaguely hear the rustling sound of the big leaves of the palm trees as they sway, and the faint fragrance of the lotus flowers.

Gallan, who felt something was wrong, raised his head and was stunned.

What appeared in front of him was a very familiar place, the majestic ancient and huge white city walls, rows of green palm trees standing on the ground, and the winding stone roads with beautiful patterns paved with cobblestones of different colors. He meandered over and stood next to the strange stone carvings on the edge of the white stone pool, looking straight at the light blue lotus standing upright among the green lotus leaves, swaying slightly.

Could it be that he has returned to the moment before his death?

How to play if you die at the beginning? !

Garlan was so frightened that the hair on his body stood up. When he looked at it again, he felt that something was wrong. The fiery sun in the sky shone on the earth, making the back garden extremely bright.

It was obviously raining heavily before he died, and the big raindrops hit his body painfully, almost knocking him down.

Another gust of wind passed by, and the chill on his legs made Garlan feel that something was wrong. But for a while, he couldn't figure out what was wrong. He could only hold one hand on the strange stone sculpture beside him that was taller than him, and took a few steps forward in confusion.

etc.

Taller than him?

He remembered that this stone sculpture only reached his waist before. How could it be taller than him?

Garlan subconsciously turned his head and naturally saw his hand resting on the stone sculpture. The hand was small, white and tender, and when illuminated by the bright sunlight, the skin on the back of the hand was so white that it almost seemed to glow.

No, no, no, his hands were not like this. He remembered that they were not like this. His skin color should be darker, and his hands could not be so small.

So small that he is almost like a child——

Garlan took a few steps forward and stepped into the water.

As soon as he lowered his head, he looked at the reflection on the slightly swaying clear water, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Reflected on the water was a child who looked to be only seven or eight years old.

A head of light blond hair, soft and fluffy, wrapped around a small, confused face as big as a palm. The little arms and legs were like lotus roots, round and tender.

No, wait, what's going on?

Was it a mistake? Did he accidentally get reborn into someone else?

The child stared into the water dumbfounded for a moment.

But, but, although the age is very wrong, this face and appearance, a little older, seem to be, indeed, really the smaller version of myself.

Garlan suddenly remembered that he had once complained to that voice, saying that each time he only had more than a year, which was not enough for him to do anything.

Could it be because of this that the messenger of God deliberately gave him more time to be reborn as a child?

Another gust of wind blew across the water, causing ripples. The little child shuddered and felt his lower body being chilled.

…

Garlan finally understood why he felt something was wrong all over!

He quickly brought his knees together and clamped his thighs together in an almost awkward movement.

The thighs were chilled by the wind.

Every time before, he was reborn when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, so he didn't think of this just now. Now, his thighs, which were chilled by the wind, and the indescribable parts that were equally chilly reminded him of it.

it's here

in this dynasty

According to the custom here

Children...are, not, wearing underwear! ! !

Garlan clamped his thighs in an awkward posture, and used his small hands to cover the hem of his clothes that could only cover half of his thighs. All the grudges, ages, and only one life left were all thrown to the back of his mind. His mind was filled with no matter what. No matter what, you have to find something to put on underwear first.

Just as he was turning his brain and trying to think about where to get his underwear, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and patted his shoulder.

He subconsciously turned his head and met a pair of extremely familiar golden-red eyes.

For a moment, not long ago, in this place, what happened just now suddenly flashed through his mind.

He seemed to have returned to the moment not long ago when the owner of these eyes pierced his heart with a sharp sword and nailed his whole body to the wall.

His heart trembled violently, his brain buzzed, and the shadow and memory of death instantly enveloped his entire consciousness.

His body instinctively wanted to avoid the person next to him, and he almost staggered back. But he forgot that there were uneven stones beside the pool, and when he took a step back in panic, he stepped on a big stone.

A trip.

Garlan suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards, falling to the ground on all fours. But just when he fell backward, a gust of wind blew up and lifted the hem of his clothes that could only cover half of his thighs.

So, when he fell to the ground on all fours, in front of that person... He almost instinctively stretched out his hand as fast as he could in his life, and pushed down the hem of his clothes that had been lifted up by the wind.

So, when he fell to the ground, he put his hands on the hem of his clothes to block his key parts in a weird and ridiculous posture.

Garlan fell to the ground in a strange posture: "..."

The boy with golden red eyes: "………………"

The scene was very embarrassing for a time.