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The younger Prince Brother of Aaron Landis was taken hostage and brought to another place by Heimos.
Garlan was lazy and didn’t bother to struggle. Nevertheless, the group of people were probably not Heimos’ opponents. He had originally planned to watch Heimos being beaten by everyone, but didn’t hold any expectations for them to do anything to him.
However, for Heimos to actually make fun of him, it was really unexpected.
The future Heimos was gloomy all day long, and the word ‘joke’ didn’t match his personality at all.
But the current Heimos… to be honest, when he first met the Heimos as a youngster, he looked very arrogant and seemed to seldom interact with people, let alone joke with others.
That kind of thing didn’t exist at all.
Garlan scratched his head.
It feels like…Heimos became…a little childish?
He didn’t know if this change was a good or bad thing.
However, regardless of whether this change was good or bad, the question now was-
“Who are you calling princess?”
Garlan angrily hurled himself away from Heimos.
From all the way till now, the young man had been holding his hand tightly, as if he was afraid of him running away.
Heimos turned his head and looked at the child whose cheeks were bulging because he was simmering with rage.
The child’s face originally had baby fat on it, and when it bulged up, it became even chubbier. It was wrapped in soft blond hair, and it made one want to poke it when they looked at it.
The boy thought for a moment, If I were to stretch out my hand to squeeze Garlan’s face a few times, how much would I be disliked?
After thinking about it, he resisted the urge to pinch the child’s soft cheeks and just rubbed his fluffy blond hair.
He replied, “You don’t look like one?”
The boy raised his eyebrows and said, “The little princess is always going to be captured by the devil, right?”
If it were in the past, Heimos himself would have thought that what he said was very ridiculous.
But now, looking at the child in front of him, he couldn’t help but want to tease the child again.
Moreover, Little Garlan was much cuter than the so-called little princesses in fairy tales.
If he was the devil, he would capture this little one in front of him.
The corner of Garlan’s mouth twitched. He looked at Heimos’ raised eyebrows and the taunting look he gave, and in his heart he knew that the more he lost his temper, the more it would please the other. Heimos’ words were deliberately spoken to annoy him.
I’m not angry.
Not angry.
The real me is much older than Heimos. Why should I be upset with a child?
After repeatedly warning himself, Garlan’s breathing calmed down.
He looked up and smiled at Heimos.
“So, you’re the devil?”
The child said with a smile and had a look of innocence.
He continued, “There’ll be a knight to rescue the princess, take her away, and then the devil will be killed by the knight~~”
Heimos frowned.
Obviously these were just childish words from a young boy, but for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable listening to it.
However, what made him troubled was not the last sentence, “The devil will be killed,” but the middle one.
The thought of someone taking the grinning child in front of him away made him feel it was unbearable.
After deliberately saying that sentence, Garlan saw Heimos frowning.
At that moment, he was in a good mood.
Anyway, as long as Heimos was unhappy, he would be happy.
Just as he was thinking so in a satisfied manner, Heimos seemed to have understood something. His frowning was eased and he showed an indifferent expression while raising his hand to pat Garlan’s head.
“It’ll be alright as long as the devil kills all the knights.”
The black-haired boy said, brushing it off lightly.
The corner of Garlan’s mouth twitched again.
“Don’t casually tamper with the ending. Everyone knows that the devil is destined to be killed by the knight.”
“Tampering? That’s not tampering.”
Heimos smiled.
“There is no such thing as destiny and fate,” He said, raising a hand and squeezing an empty void, as if grasping something forcefully and continued, “Our fate is determined by our choices.”
“…”
This time, Garlan didn’t speak any more.
He looked at Heimos in silence. The young man in front of him had his fists clenched, and his golden-red eyes showed unabashed contempt for the so-called destiny.
A person who was strong enough to change his fate…
This was the person who would have the so-called doomed fate crushed under his feet in the future!
…
…
The morning sun shone brightly and the breeze faintly swept across the earth with a fresh and sweet dewy scent.
Early in the morning, a group of people were on the martial arts training ground. One of the boys with short flaxen hair stood there, held a bow with both hands, and pulled the weapon to its limit.
After concentrating for a while, he suddenly let go.
With a bang, the arrow from the string penetrated the abdomen of the opposite targeted puppet.
The other youngsters around gasped with admiration. The instructor next to him also showed a satisfied look and nodded.
All ten arrows hit the target. This was so far the best result in this test. The young boy with short flaxen hair had always been leading in the course of archery and had made great progress.
After the instructor nodded in approval, he turned his gaze to the next candidate.
Then, his eyes twitched slightly.
The next candidate was Prince Garlan.
When the little blond-haired prince stepped forward with a bow and arrow, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone looked at one another with knowing gazes.
Sure enough, after Prince Garlan finished shooting all ten arrows, he looked at the only two arrows that were on the puppet. In fact, the two arrows landed on the puppet’s knees. Everyone fell into silence.
The middle-aged uncle, who was the archery instructor, rubbed his temples and could only feel an oncoming headache.
It had been almost a month, and Prince Garlan’s archery had not improved at all.
Under everyone’s silent scrutiny, Garlan dejectedly came down.
…This time, he didn’t produce such bad results on purpose. In fact, he really was terrible at archery. He didn’t understand. The target that was so far away, the so-called key areas were just small dots from a distance. It was so miserably small. He wondered, how could some people shoot it that accurately?
As Garlan pondered, one of the few remaining experts had already gone up to the platform.
Being a little different from others, Heimos held a longbow. The longbow was generally for adults as it took a lot of strength to draw the bow and young boys usually couldn’t extend the bow to its limit.
Heimos stood there with his brown-skinned shoulders and arm muscles tightened and slightly bulging.
The longbow in his hand was steadily pulled into the shape of a full moon by him, and the bowstring had obviously been stretched to its limit.
His fingers, which were tightened to the point of whiteness, loosened-
With a swish, the arrow seemed to break through the air, galloping away like lightning, and instantly penetrated the puppet’s head.
He didn’t stop to breathe and shot out arrow after arrow.
Without the slightest error, the next few arrows hit the throat and heart of the puppet.
The martial arts field was silent for a while.
Some teenagers who admired the strong wanted to applaud, but they were worried that it would make Prince Garlan uncomfortable and could only hold back. However, they couldn’t help but cast their eager gazes at Heimos.
Others’ faces became uglier. They felt that Prince Garlan accidentally slipped his hand, his grades weren’t good while Prince Heimos had performed extremely well. This kind of contrast— wasn’t it an intentional hit to Prince Garlan’s face?
That’s right, Prince Heimos must have deliberately done it.
At least that was what the little chubby boy Tarl, who glared at Heimos, felt.
He thought that Prince Heimos must be jealous of His Royal Highness Garlan being in King Camos’ favour, and he deliberately tried to make His Highness lose face twice.
He approached Garlan and patted his chest.
“Wait, Your Highness, I’ll definitely help you bring back your glory!”
Garlan glanced at him, opened his mouth but said nothing.
Thus, the little boy arrogantly set off.
…
Ten minutes later, he came back despondently.
His performance was worse than that of Garlan. Garlan had managed to shoot two or three arrows at the target while he missed all ten.
I knew it’d be like this.
Garlan, who didn’t have any hope for the little plump boy, thought as such.
When the temporary test was over, everyone dispersed into groups of twos and threes and left. There were two to three youngsters who hesitated for a while, then walked to Heimos and talked to him in a low voice.
For those who took the initiative to speak to him, Heimos, who had been isolated, didn’t show a happy expression or reject them1. He just calmly talked with them.
Tarl begrudgingly stared at the youngsters who took the initiative to talk to Heimos, and one by one, wrote the names of the children in his small notebook.
For him, the actions of those people were betrayals to His Royal Highness Garlan, and it was absolutely unforgivable!
Tarl was furious while Garlan didn’t pay attention to it at all. He walked straight to the bow and arrow test field and picked up the weapon again.
Truthfully, in terms of knowledge, he had deliberately scored a lower grade, but in terms of martial arts, he wanted to seriously learn it.
After all, when he left this palace in the future and wandered the entire continent, if he didn’t have good martial arts skills, wouldn’t it be very dangerous?
Moreover, among all the martial arts, archery was the one he fancied the most.
In his original world, there was a saying— ancient archery was dope2.
Of course, for the things that were remarkable3, he had to properly study.
But…
He drew the bow again and shot an arrow. Watching the arrow swiping past the target, Garlan became depressed.
In fact, in all his previous lives, his archery skills were also very poor.
…Could he really not have talent for archery?
In these past few lifetimes, was he fated to not be cool4?
The child held the bow and arrow dispiritedly. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind and held it over his hand.
“Hold tight and stand firm.”
A familiar voice came from behind, and Garlan knew who it was without having to look back.
“Stand straight up and tighten your shoulders. Don’t apply force with your fingers, apply force from your shoulders and arms.”
“Don’t stare directly at the target, stare a little bit above it.”
Heimos stood behind him. While speaking, he covered Garlan’s hand with his brown fingers, helping him adjust the fingers’ fine bow-holding posture.
“It’s now, let go—”
With a buzzing sound, the arrow galloped away and slammed into the chest of the opposite target doll.
Although it was not the vital point, it was very close.
“It shot!”
“En.”
Seeing the child in his arms smile happily, as if infected, Heimos also smiled.
“Come, let’s continue.” He said, “I’ll guide you a few more times. As long as you remember this feeling, you can shoot it yourself.”
He was about to hold Garlan’s hand again and guide him to shoot a few more times, when suddenly, a commotion came from behind.
“King!”
“King Camos!”
“Ah—”
The youngsters who had not left, panicked, knelt, and saluted King Camos who suddenly came to the training ground.
When Heimos and Garlan turned their heads, they saw the King of Aaron Landis, with brown hair like a lion, striding forward towards them with Ziemuer and the others following behind.
Something flashed in the boy’s eyes and then as he bowed his head, his thick black hair covered his eyes.
“Ah, Brother King?”
The people present knelt on the ground with their heads bowed, but the blond-haired child stood in place, still holding onto a bow and arrow. He raised his head and called out to his Brother King.
At first glance, one could tell that this little King’s Brother was very accustomed to doing this, and they could imagine how much King Camos had pampered him.
King Camos was very happy when he came to see his younger brother practicing archery and wanted to personally teach him.
But when he arrived at the training ground, seeing it from a distance, King Camos was already unhappy.
That little brat that he had never liked, approached his little brother and was teaching him how to shoot arrows.
Camos thought in dissatisfaction, that won’t do.
In the future, teaching my brother to practice the sword, riding, and archery is my right… Cough, no, it’s my responsibility.
How could I allow others to take away this right…no, responsibility?
“Come, Brother King will teach you.”
Camos ignored Heimos, who was standing next to him, and stroked his little brother’s head with a smile.
“Brother King is very good at archery.” He stood behind Garlan happily, leaned over, reached out to hold Garlan’s hand and taught him to shoot. “Look, that’s it—”
However, something embarrassing happened.
He was originally taller than ordinary people, and since Garlan was petite and small enough not to reach his waist, he had to squat down if he wanted to hold Garlan’s hand.
But when he squatted down, he couldn’t teach Garlan how to draw the bow properly.
Moreover, his palm was so large that could completely wrap Garlan’s small hand in one go. His fingers were also thick, and there was no way to fine-tune the gesture of Garlan’s fingers holding the bow.
“Your method of teaching is wrong.”
King Camos was in a dilemma when Heimos, who’d been coldly watching next to him, suddenly spoke.
“What?”
“The bow holding posture you taught is for a strong bow—I know you are used to using a strong bow, but you should also know that different bows have different ways of using them, and there are subtle differences in gestures and other various aspects. Garlan can’t use a strong bow. If you teach him your habit of controlling a strong bow, you will only steer him in the wrong direction.”
King Camos, “…Oh.”
After he spoke, he could only give up personally teaching his little brother archery and stood up dejectedly.
Garlan held the bow in his hand, thought for a moment, turned his head and looked at Heimos with his big golden eyes.
“Then, will you continue to teach me?”
Garlan had a thought.
A mortal enemy is still the mortal enemy, but I’ll never be too polite to learn things from my mortal enemy.
For the sake of so-called self-esteem and not learn from the most powerful person in archery besides King Camos, wasn’t that stupid?
Heimos didn’t say a word. He just walked straight over, stood behind Garlan just like before, held his hand and continued to teach him.
King Camos stood behind and watched.
Although Heimos was bigger and taller than Garlan, he was only a few years older. As long as he bent down, he could comfortably hold Garlan in his embrace.
He stood behind Garlan while holding his hand to teach him the correct finger placement. The posture was just right for him to reach Garlan’s ear and he whispered into it. At a glance, it looked like two children were intimately talking to one another.
Camos became even more downcast.
He had this feeling that his little brother had been snatched away by this stinky kid.
He gloomily turned and left.
Garlan devoted himself to learning archery from Heimos and didn’t pay attention to his Brother King who left sluggishly.
Heimos, who had noticed, turned his head and took a quick peek. No one noticed the corner of his mouth was raised.
King Camos, who came in high spirits but returned in disappointment, thought for a while on the way back and spoke.
“Ziemuer.”
“Yes?”
“I haven’t done much exercise in the past few days. Let’s go to the arena and practice together.”
“Yes.”
…
Then the priest of Shamash, who was still inferior to the Lion King even though his abilities were excellent, was unceremoniously beaten by King Camos in the arena.
Jeanie wanna say:
GOSH. This rivalry is killing me. Poor Camos~
1(Actual words: 拒人于千里之外) To keep people away from thousands of miles away. Described as having an arrogant attitude, resolute rejection of others, or no room for negotiation.
2(Actual words:自古弓兵是挂逼) The Archer who appeared in the fourth and fifth Holy Grail Wars of the “Fate Series” possess very abnormal skills and treasures, and the number far exceeds that of the same period. So, it is said that Archers are sick (powerful/excellent).
3(Actual words: 开挂) The specific usage is an popular online term with semantics similar to “extraordinary performance” and “sensational performance”. It is mostly used when a person obtains a relatively amazing result. Because it is incredible, people often think that it was obtained through cheating.
4(Actual words 挂逼) similar to sick moves
Editor: SleepyMango123
Proofreader: Lore
The younger Prince Brother of Aaron Landis was taken hostage and brought to another place by Heimos.
Garlan was lazy and didn’t bother to struggle. Nevertheless, the group of people were probably not Heimos’ opponents. He had originally planned to watch Heimos being beaten by everyone, but didn’t hold any expectations for them to do anything to him.
However, for Heimos to actually make fun of him, it was really unexpected.
The future Heimos was gloomy all day long, and the word ‘joke’ didn’t match his personality at all.
But the current Heimos… to be honest, when he first met the Heimos as a youngster, he looked very arrogant and seemed to seldom interact with people, let alone joke with others.
That kind of thing didn’t exist at all.
Garlan scratched his head.
It feels like…Heimos became…a little childish?
He didn’t know if this change was a good or bad thing.
However, regardless of whether this change was good or bad, the question now was-
“Who are you calling princess?”
Garlan angrily hurled himself away from Heimos.
From all the way till now, the young man had been holding his hand tightly, as if he was afraid of him running away.
Heimos turned his head and looked at the child whose cheeks were bulging because he was simmering with rage.
The child’s face originally had baby fat on it, and when it bulged up, it became even chubbier. It was wrapped in soft blond hair, and it made one want to poke it when they looked at it.
The boy thought for a moment, If I were to stretch out my hand to squeeze Garlan’s face a few times, how much would I be disliked?
After thinking about it, he resisted the urge to pinch the child’s soft cheeks and just rubbed his fluffy blond hair.
He replied, “You don’t look like one?”
The boy raised his eyebrows and said, “The little princess is always going to be captured by the devil, right?”
If it were in the past, Heimos himself would have thought that what he said was very ridiculous.
But now, looking at the child in front of him, he couldn’t help but want to tease the child again.
Moreover, Little Garlan was much cuter than the so-called little princesses in fairy tales.
If he was the devil, he would capture this little one in front of him.
The corner of Garlan’s mouth twitched. He looked at Heimos’ raised eyebrows and the taunting look he gave, and in his heart he knew that the more he lost his temper, the more it would please the other. Heimos’ words were deliberately spoken to annoy him.
I’m not angry.
Not angry.
The real me is much older than Heimos. Why should I be upset with a child?
After repeatedly warning himself, Garlan’s breathing calmed down.
He looked up and smiled at Heimos.
“So, you’re the devil?”
The child said with a smile and had a look of innocence.
He continued, “There’ll be a knight to rescue the princess, take her away, and then the devil will be killed by the knight~~”
Heimos frowned.
Obviously these were just childish words from a young boy, but for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable listening to it.
However, what made him troubled was not the last sentence, “The devil will be killed,” but the middle one.
The thought of someone taking the grinning child in front of him away made him feel it was unbearable.
After deliberately saying that sentence, Garlan saw Heimos frowning.
At that moment, he was in a good mood.
Anyway, as long as Heimos was unhappy, he would be happy.
Just as he was thinking so in a satisfied manner, Heimos seemed to have understood something. His frowning was eased and he showed an indifferent expression while raising his hand to pat Garlan’s head.
“It’ll be alright as long as the devil kills all the knights.”
The black-haired boy said, brushing it off lightly.
The corner of Garlan’s mouth twitched again.
“Don’t casually tamper with the ending. Everyone knows that the devil is destined to be killed by the knight.”
“Tampering? That’s not tampering.”
Heimos smiled.
“There is no such thing as destiny and fate,” He said, raising a hand and squeezing an empty void, as if grasping something forcefully and continued, “Our fate is determined by our choices.”
“…”
This time, Garlan didn’t speak any more.
He looked at Heimos in silence. The young man in front of him had his fists clenched, and his golden-red eyes showed unabashed contempt for the so-called destiny.
A person who was strong enough to change his fate…
This was the person who would have the so-called doomed fate crushed under his feet in the future!
…
…
The morning sun shone brightly and the breeze faintly swept across the earth with a fresh and sweet dewy scent.
Early in the morning, a group of people were on the martial arts training ground. One of the boys with short flaxen hair stood there, held a bow with both hands, and pulled the weapon to its limit.
After concentrating for a while, he suddenly let go.
With a bang, the arrow from the string penetrated the abdomen of the opposite targeted puppet.
The other youngsters around gasped with admiration. The instructor next to him also showed a satisfied look and nodded.
All ten arrows hit the target. This was so far the best result in this test. The young boy with short flaxen hair had always been leading in the course of archery and had made great progress.
After the instructor nodded in approval, he turned his gaze to the next candidate.
Then, his eyes twitched slightly.
The next candidate was Prince Garlan.
When the little blond-haired prince stepped forward with a bow and arrow, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone looked at one another with knowing gazes.
Sure enough, after Prince Garlan finished shooting all ten arrows, he looked at the only two arrows that were on the puppet. In fact, the two arrows landed on the puppet’s knees. Everyone fell into silence.
The middle-aged uncle, who was the archery instructor, rubbed his temples and could only feel an oncoming headache.
It had been almost a month, and Prince Garlan’s archery had not improved at all.
Under everyone’s silent scrutiny, Garlan dejectedly came down.
…This time, he didn’t produce such bad results on purpose. In fact, he really was terrible at archery. He didn’t understand. The target that was so far away, the so-called key areas were just small dots from a distance. It was so miserably small. He wondered, how could some people shoot it that accurately?
As Garlan pondered, one of the few remaining experts had already gone up to the platform.
Being a little different from others, Heimos held a longbow. The longbow was generally for adults as it took a lot of strength to draw the bow and young boys usually couldn’t extend the bow to its limit.
Heimos stood there with his brown-skinned shoulders and arm muscles tightened and slightly bulging.
The longbow in his hand was steadily pulled into the shape of a full moon by him, and the bowstring had obviously been stretched to its limit.
His fingers, which were tightened to the point of whiteness, loosened-
With a swish, the arrow seemed to break through the air, galloping away like lightning, and instantly penetrated the puppet’s head.
He didn’t stop to breathe and shot out arrow after arrow.
Without the slightest error, the next few arrows hit the throat and heart of the puppet.
The martial arts field was silent for a while.
Some teenagers who admired the strong wanted to applaud, but they were worried that it would make Prince Garlan uncomfortable and could only hold back. However, they couldn’t help but cast their eager gazes at Heimos.
Others’ faces became uglier. They felt that Prince Garlan accidentally slipped his hand, his grades weren’t good while Prince Heimos had performed extremely well. This kind of contrast— wasn’t it an intentional hit to Prince Garlan’s face?
That’s right, Prince Heimos must have deliberately done it.
At least that was what the little chubby boy Tarl, who glared at Heimos, felt.
He thought that Prince Heimos must be jealous of His Royal Highness Garlan being in King Camos’ favour, and he deliberately tried to make His Highness lose face twice.
He approached Garlan and patted his chest.
“Wait, Your Highness, I’ll definitely help you bring back your glory!”
Garlan glanced at him, opened his mouth but said nothing.
Thus, the little boy arrogantly set off.
…
Ten minutes later, he came back despondently.
His performance was worse than that of Garlan. Garlan had managed to shoot two or three arrows at the target while he missed all ten.
I knew it’d be like this.
Garlan, who didn’t have any hope for the little plump boy, thought as such.
When the temporary test was over, everyone dispersed into groups of twos and threes and left. There were two to three youngsters who hesitated for a while, then walked to Heimos and talked to him in a low voice.
For those who took the initiative to speak to him, Heimos, who had been isolated, didn’t show a happy expression or reject them1. He just calmly talked with them.
Tarl begrudgingly stared at the youngsters who took the initiative to talk to Heimos, and one by one, wrote the names of the children in his small notebook.
For him, the actions of those people were betrayals to His Royal Highness Garlan, and it was absolutely unforgivable!
Tarl was furious while Garlan didn’t pay attention to it at all. He walked straight to the bow and arrow test field and picked up the weapon again.
Truthfully, in terms of knowledge, he had deliberately scored a lower grade, but in terms of martial arts, he wanted to seriously learn it.
After all, when he left this palace in the future and wandered the entire continent, if he didn’t have good martial arts skills, wouldn’t it be very dangerous?
Moreover, among all the martial arts, archery was the one he fancied the most.
In his original world, there was a saying— ancient archery was dope2.
Of course, for the things that were remarkable3, he had to properly study.
But…
He drew the bow again and shot an arrow. Watching the arrow swiping past the target, Garlan became depressed.
In fact, in all his previous lives, his archery skills were also very poor.
…Could he really not have talent for archery?
In these past few lifetimes, was he fated to not be cool4?
The child held the bow and arrow dispiritedly. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind and held it over his hand.
“Hold tight and stand firm.”
A familiar voice came from behind, and Garlan knew who it was without having to look back.
“Stand straight up and tighten your shoulders. Don’t apply force with your fingers, apply force from your shoulders and arms.”
“Don’t stare directly at the target, stare a little bit above it.”
Heimos stood behind him. While speaking, he covered Garlan’s hand with his brown fingers, helping him adjust the fingers’ fine bow-holding posture.
“It’s now, let go—”
With a buzzing sound, the arrow galloped away and slammed into the chest of the opposite target doll.
Although it was not the vital point, it was very close.
“It shot!”
“En.”
Seeing the child in his arms smile happily, as if infected, Heimos also smiled.
“Come, let’s continue.” He said, “I’ll guide you a few more times. As long as you remember this feeling, you can shoot it yourself.”
He was about to hold Garlan’s hand again and guide him to shoot a few more times, when suddenly, a commotion came from behind.
“King!”
“King Camos!”
“Ah—”
The youngsters who had not left, panicked, knelt, and saluted King Camos who suddenly came to the training ground.
When Heimos and Garlan turned their heads, they saw the King of Aaron Landis, with brown hair like a lion, striding forward towards them with Ziemuer and the others following behind.
Something flashed in the boy’s eyes and then as he bowed his head, his thick black hair covered his eyes.
“Ah, Brother King?”
The people present knelt on the ground with their heads bowed, but the blond-haired child stood in place, still holding onto a bow and arrow. He raised his head and called out to his Brother King.
At first glance, one could tell that this little King’s Brother was very accustomed to doing this, and they could imagine how much King Camos had pampered him.
King Camos was very happy when he came to see his younger brother practicing archery and wanted to personally teach him.
But when he arrived at the training ground, seeing it from a distance, King Camos was already unhappy.
That little brat that he had never liked, approached his little brother and was teaching him how to shoot arrows.
Camos thought in dissatisfaction, that won’t do.
In the future, teaching my brother to practice the sword, riding, and archery is my right… Cough, no, it’s my responsibility.
How could I allow others to take away this right…no, responsibility?
“Come, Brother King will teach you.”
Camos ignored Heimos, who was standing next to him, and stroked his little brother’s head with a smile.
“Brother King is very good at archery.” He stood behind Garlan happily, leaned over, reached out to hold Garlan’s hand and taught him to shoot. “Look, that’s it—”
However, something embarrassing happened.
He was originally taller than ordinary people, and since Garlan was petite and small enough not to reach his waist, he had to squat down if he wanted to hold Garlan’s hand.
But when he squatted down, he couldn’t teach Garlan how to draw the bow properly.
Moreover, his palm was so large that could completely wrap Garlan’s small hand in one go. His fingers were also thick, and there was no way to fine-tune the gesture of Garlan’s fingers holding the bow.
“Your method of teaching is wrong.”
King Camos was in a dilemma when Heimos, who’d been coldly watching next to him, suddenly spoke.
“What?”
“The bow holding posture you taught is for a strong bow—I know you are used to using a strong bow, but you should also know that different bows have different ways of using them, and there are subtle differences in gestures and other various aspects. Garlan can’t use a strong bow. If you teach him your habit of controlling a strong bow, you will only steer him in the wrong direction.”
King Camos, “…Oh.”
After he spoke, he could only give up personally teaching his little brother archery and stood up dejectedly.
Garlan held the bow in his hand, thought for a moment, turned his head and looked at Heimos with his big golden eyes.
“Then, will you continue to teach me?”
Garlan had a thought.
A mortal enemy is still the mortal enemy, but I’ll never be too polite to learn things from my mortal enemy.
For the sake of so-called self-esteem and not learn from the most powerful person in archery besides King Camos, wasn’t that stupid?
Heimos didn’t say a word. He just walked straight over, stood behind Garlan just like before, held his hand and continued to teach him.
King Camos stood behind and watched.
Although Heimos was bigger and taller than Garlan, he was only a few years older. As long as he bent down, he could comfortably hold Garlan in his embrace.
He stood behind Garlan while holding his hand to teach him the correct finger placement. The posture was just right for him to reach Garlan’s ear and he whispered into it. At a glance, it looked like two children were intimately talking to one another.
Camos became even more downcast.
He had this feeling that his little brother had been snatched away by this stinky kid.
He gloomily turned and left.
Garlan devoted himself to learning archery from Heimos and didn’t pay attention to his Brother King who left sluggishly.
Heimos, who had noticed, turned his head and took a quick peek. No one noticed the corner of his mouth was raised.
King Camos, who came in high spirits but returned in disappointment, thought for a while on the way back and spoke.
“Ziemuer.”
“Yes?”
“I haven’t done much exercise in the past few days. Let’s go to the arena and practice together.”
“Yes.”
…
Then the priest of Shamash, who was still inferior to the Lion King even though his abilities were excellent, was unceremoniously beaten by King Camos in the arena.
Jeanie wanna say:
GOSH. This rivalry is killing me. Poor Camos~
1(Actual words: 拒人于千里之外) To keep people away from thousands of miles away. Described as having an arrogant attitude, resolute rejection of others, or no room for negotiation.
2(Actual words:自古弓兵是挂逼) The Archer who appeared in the fourth and fifth Holy Grail Wars of the “Fate Series” possess very abnormal skills and treasures, and the number far exceeds that of the same period. So, it is said that Archers are sick (powerful/excellent).
3(Actual words: 开挂) The specific usage is an popular online term with semantics similar to “extraordinary performance” and “sensational performance”. It is mostly used when a person obtains a relatively amazing result. Because it is incredible, people often think that it was obtained through cheating.
4(Actual words 挂逼) similar to sick moves
