A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

King Camos, who had found a cute little king brother, easily solved the protests of his subordinates. He nodded to Shermer and others and said, "The rest is left to you."

After saying that, he turned around, put his big arms around the little brother Wang who was sitting on his shoulders, and walked out happily.

"Come on, come on~~Brother Wang will take you to eat something delicious~"

The child sitting on his shoulder twitched the corner of his mouth.

Brother Wang, is this all you can say?

Isn’t there anything else to say other than ‘I’ll take you to eat lollipops’?

He guessed correctly, King Camos really didn't know any other tricks.

This was the first time for him to coax a child. When he secretly coaxed small animals before, he had only tried coaxing them with food... although he never succeeded. Even if he tried to lure them with food in his hand, those little creatures would run away one by one when they saw him. If they couldn't run away, the little animals would tremble when he got close, looking terribly frightened. That pitiful little look made Camos feel so guilty that he had to give up in the end.

It doesn't matter.

If you don't like me, you don't like me.

Anyway, those little things are not as cute as my little brother~~~

King Camos, who had begun to become a younger brother and had his own beautification filter, thought happily, and then felt a sudden pain in his head.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Seeing King Camos forcefully resolve the objections of Shermer and other ministers, Gallan felt as if the sky was falling for a moment, gritting his teeth and trying to continue shouting with a desperate struggle.

He sat on Camos's shoulder, and while shouting, he reached out and grabbed a strand of Camos' brown hair and pulled hard.

That kind of disrespectful behavior that was simply treason made the hearts of those watching around twitch violently, and they almost couldn't breathe out.

Camos, King of Aaron Landis.

In the eyes of the people of Aaron Landis, he was like a god, and they were to be worshiped.

Not to mention anything else, even kneeling at his feet and kissing his toes would be a supreme honor for everyone.

Now, not only did this child almost sit on the king's head, he actually had the audacity to pull the hair on King Camos' noble head? !

Aaron Landis’ Gods…

Although some people couldn't help but want to jump out and scold the disrespectful child, but...

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Kamos, whose hair was pulled hard by Garlan, turned around and asked with a smile.

There was no trace of anger in his eyes and movements. He obviously didn't care about it. Instead, he seemed very happy because Garlan took the initiative to talk to him.

Those people who originally wanted to jump out and scold them: "..."

Silently they lowered their raised feet.

Forget it, Wang, just be happy.

Everyone watched the scene in front of them silently.

They suddenly remembered the incident where King Camos often roughly pulled the mane of their sacred beast, the lion, which made them tremble with fear.

But now, their majesty was being teased by the little prince they chose, and they continued to watch in horror.

...This scene is so similar...

Should it be said that he is worthy of being chosen by His Majesty who does not follow common sense? Although their appearance is very different, in a certain aspect, they are mysteriously similar to His Majesty.

The onlookers looked on with fear and excitement, but Camos didn't feel anything bad.

Anyway, he was thick-skinned and didn't feel any pain when his little brother pulled him, and he even thought it was a sign of intimacy towards him. Therefore, he grinned at Garlan without caring.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to eat, I want to watch this! This is more fun."

Garlan said quickly, trying to look at King Camos with an expectant expression.

"How about we stay and watch?"

Although King Camos has now suppressed the entire audience and made the final decision... he will never give up easily!

He must pull out the flag that King Camos suppressed!

The reason why he asked King Camos to stay was because he was still making a small calculation in his mind.

he thinks.

As long as King Camos stayed to watch other people's tests and found someone with very good qualifications, such as Heimos, maybe the impressed King Camos would give up on him and choose that person.

As long as King Camos doesn't value him anymore, and if Shemuer and the others try to persuade him, they might relent and stop letting him be the king's younger brother.

Well, that must be the case.

It must be so.

Garlan's calculations were rattling in his mind.

But it is a pity that God did not fulfill his wish.

Soon, he regretted it.

…

The sun was shining brightly, and the teenagers were sweating profusely in the training ground.

Under the bright sunshine, the black-haired boy stood firmly on the ground, his golden-red pupils staring ahead, and a strong bow in his hand was drawn as full as the full moon.

As soon as he loosened his fingers, there was only a buzzing sound, and a sharp arrow flew out and hit the center of the opposite target with a thud.

All ten arrows shot hit the bullseye. Heimos calmly put down the longbow in his hand, then raised his head and glanced behind him.

Diagonally behind him is the grandstand of this large training ground, with huge columns supporting the arched roof.

Inside the wide grandstand, the ground is covered with goose-yellow cushions, and a long snow-white cloth is spread on it. Juicy and fresh fruits are placed in transparent glass plates, and fragrant and exquisite desserts are dotted on the malachite plates. Filled with white cloth.

The pretty maid stood nearby, holding a thin gold fan made of peacock feathers, and fanned softly. The young attendant kneels respectfully to one side holding a jade box containing ice cubes so that his master can access it at any time.

Camos sat cross-legged on the cushions and looked in a good mood. He reached out and picked up a cherry. The cherry had just been fished out of the ice water. It was still dripping with water. It was big and bright red. At a glance, it was clear that it was full of juice, fresh and delicious.

Holding the cold cherry, he smiled and sent it to the child beside him. The little brother Wang who he had just met was sitting next to him. It was probably too hot at noon and he looked a little wilted. When he handed over the fruit, his little fluffy head that had been hanging down without energy raised up, glanced at him with its big amber eyes, then glanced at the big cherry handed to him, and took a sip. lip.

After probably hesitating for a few seconds, the child opened his mouth and took a bite of the cherry in Camos' finger, and then took another bite.

The small pale pink lips were moving and were moistened by the juice seeping out of the cherries. The baby's fat cheeks are also moving due to chewing, which makes people want to poke them.

# My brother Wang is so cute~~~ #

After successfully feeding his little brother, King Camos was instantly satisfied and in a great mood.

As for those brats out there sweating profusely under the blazing midday sun?

He pretended they didn't exist.

Those brats all have thin arms and legs, and they can't draw their bows stably. They charge on horseback as if they are playing tricks. Their skills are not even as good as those of an ordinary soldier under his command... there is nothing to see.

Outside, under the scorching sun, those young men who were desperately trying to show off their skills in front of the longed-for hero so that they could win the favor of King Camos looked at this side eagerly, dizzy from the sun, and their clothes were soaked with sweat. The object of admiration didn't even bother to look at them.

Therefore, the teenagers who had been left aside by Camos turned angrily towards the young man who had gained the favor of their hero effortlessly and who was now sitting comfortably in the cool cool hall stands watching them sweat like rain. The child stared.

It was obviously the hottest time at noon, but Garlan clearly felt the cold air formed by the gathering of countless grievances, which made him restless.

His Royal Highness, who was envied, jealous, and hated by everyone within three hours of becoming the king's younger brother, felt that he had no way to defend himself.

People are working hard down there, but he is enjoying it comfortably here.

This requires them to change positions, and he will be full of resentment.

...Although in fact, he doesn't want to sit here at all, and he doesn't want to be loved by King Camos at all.

However, no one would believe this statement, and I'm afraid they would be pointed in the nose and scolded for being such a nice guy because he got an advantage.

Garlan thought bitterly.

He raised his head and looked in the direction where Heimos was, and coincidentally, Heimos, who had just finished shooting, also turned around and glanced in his direction.

That glance made Garlan's heart skip a beat. He felt a chill on the back of his neck and quickly looked away.

He thought guiltily, Heymos was probably very unhappy with him now, right? You see, he was glaring at me just now, he must be very dissatisfied with me.

Maybe Heymos' murderous intention towards him started at this time?

While Garlan was thinking about this, another yellow-orange fruit whose skin was carefully torn open was handed to him.

He raised his eyes and glanced at King Camos who was looking at him with a smile. He opened his mouth helplessly, turned his grief and anger into appetite, and gnawed hard on the big mango with his brother's hand.

He tried his best to chew hard, but he didn't notice that the black-haired boy in the distance was still looking in his direction.

Heimos looked at the innocent look of the child, and then looked at King Camos smilingly feeding the child fruit. Under his black hair that was wet with sweat, his golden-red eyes narrowed slightly. one time.

As a king, he randomly chose a king's brother who was obviously unsuitable as his successor. It felt wrong no matter how he looked at it.

Moreover, King Camos's attitude towards the child was too much, so nice that it made people feel weird.

…

He recognized King Camos's achievements and did not deny his bravery and strength.

But does this king have some unknown hobbies?

Like...something disgusting...

………………

Heimos thought deeply and slowly put down the long bow in his hand.

He looked up again. The blond child seemed completely defenseless against King Camos.

Maybe he thought too much.

The most likely truth is that King Camos did not want to have any royal brother at all.

This child was chosen because he is the weakest one and can be a good chess piece and shield in the hands of King Camos.

Either way, that kid is pitiful.

He looked at that innocent little face from a distance and thought to himself.

After he succeeds in defeating others and becomes the king's younger brother, if he can protect him, he should protect the child a little.

…………

Just when Garlan was fed a bunch of fruits by King Camos, until his belly bulged, Shermer came.

Even under the scorching sun, this priest of the sun god Shamash can still look neat and tidy, with no sweat on his forehead. He stands calmly in the blazing sunshine, as if he can't feel the heat at all. .

He walked up to the stand, stopped at the edge of the cushions, and stood there, bending slightly and lowering his head, holding a piece of parchment in his hands and presenting it to King Camos.

King Camos, who was sitting lazily on the cushion, stretched out his hand and casually took the parchment over.

Garlan rubbed his swollen belly, leaned over, grabbed King Camos' strong arm, squeezed his little head over, and watched with Camos.

King Camos indulged him and smiled, but didn't care. Shemu'er, who was standing aside, frowned.

This prince must be well trained in etiquette in the future.

Xie Muer thought so in his heart, and then opened his mouth to report.

"These are the four most outstanding ones." He said, "They all have their own strengths in knowledge, riding skills, bows and arrows, martial arts, judgment, etc., so please make your decision."

Garlan glanced at the parchment, and as expected, he saw Heimos' name listed on it. He suddenly had an impulse to rely on King Camos' favor to remove Heimos from it.

Once and for all.

But after opening his mouth, he finally remained silent.

King Camos dotes on him, but that doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants. He is just a seven or eight-year-old child now, and everyone will only regard what he says as a child's play and will not take it seriously at all.

Moreover, Garlan had a premonition.

It was destined that Heimos would become another king's younger brother, just like he tried to avoid but was eventually found by King Camos.

Things that are destined by fate can only be changed by those who are strong enough to transcend fate - just like Heimos in the future.

But now he obviously does not have this ability.

King Camos glanced at the parchment casually, and threw the paper to Shermer without any care.

Shermer, who had long been accustomed to King Camos's casualness, took the paper and put it into the hands of his subordinates behind him.

He said: "Which one of these is qualified to become the king's brother, King Camos, please decide."

"troublesome……"

Sitting cross-legged and lazily bent over, with one hand supporting his chin, the young Wang muttered impatiently.

However, in a blink of an eye, when he saw the little brother Wang tilting his head and looking over, he immediately straightened his back, put his hands on his knees, and assumed a tall and majestic sitting posture.

Um! He must show his little brother the majestic, tall, wise and mighty image of being a king brother!

King Camos raised his hand, touched his chin that was still a little stubble, and made a decision.

"Throw those to the arena."

He said, plain and simple.

"See who can knock the others down, then bring the last guy standing to see me."

Shermer: “…………”

Garlan: "..."

Simple and crude.

Okay, that's very Camos.