Pharaoh

"Brother Wang~~"

"Ugh—!"

Because of the sudden attack from behind, the young king let out a muffled groan, and as his body shifted greatly, the golden metal ornaments on his body collided with each other and made a crisp crashing sound.

Reflexively grip the few pages of papyrus in your hands to prevent these important pages from falling to the floor.

The young Pharaoh who was suddenly hugged looked back coldly, and it was not surprising to see that the face that was almost exactly the same as his but smiling brightly was sticking up on his back.

I knew it! ... Except for this guy, who would dare to be so presumptuous to me.

The young king, who tightly squeezed the papyrus in his hand, had already given up on correcting his brother's rude behavior.

All around, the guards who have always been nervous for anyone approaching the pharaoh are now looking at the sky, looking at the ground, looking at the stone statue with their eyes and nose.

Unanimously maintained an attitude of turning a blind eye to the culprit who suddenly attacked from behind and hugged their great pharaoh by the waist.

From the beginning of "not checking for a while to let people touch the noble body of the great Pharaoh" and kowtowing to the king in fright, to the present "knowing that it is His Royal Highness again" insensitive and turning a blind eye.

God knows what kind of hell training their hearts have undergone before they can be flattered or humiliated now.

Alas, let's stop mentioning the history of blood and tears...

"Brother Wang~~ Come play chess with me~~"

Which bastard taught him the game of Senet!

I must put that guy to death!

The young king, who was pestered by his lovely brother every day to play chess, once again squeezed the papyrus tightly in his hand.

The poor paper that was innocently ravaged by the king's fingers was overwhelmed and was about to be torn.

"Brother Wang~~"

troublesome.

The young pharaoh thought, pushing away the hand that was holding him.

Turning around, he looked at his younger brother coldly.

"I'm not free."

Oh, his younger brother was very sensible and didn't bother him any longer.

Although he often pestered him to play chess with him, as long as he was rejected, he would leave obediently and never cling to him.

only……

Seeing his younger brother lowering his head in disappointment, his ears shrugged like an abandoned puppy.

The indifference on his face remained unchanged, he turned and walked towards his palace.

Just at the moment of turning around, he pressed his left hand on the soft hair of the boy who was nearly a head lower than himself.

Take a pat and push away.

"Come here for lunch at noon."

He said, "Take Senet."

"Okay~~"

As long as you mention playing games, your eyes will light up.

This brother is really troublesome.

The young king was thinking as he walked towards his throne, his white cloak fluttering endlessly behind him.

He didn't look back.

So, he didn't see it.

Behind him, the pair of violet-toned eyes stared at his back for a long time.

And the blurred expression on the face of the owner of the eyes.

"Wang, is it my illusion?"

"what?"

"Are you getting too close to that brother?"

"Have it?"

"The whole day! Except for dealing with government affairs, he is allowed to accompany him at other times - even at meals! If this is not called approaching -" the handsome face of the young priest was tightly tensed, and his eyes were fixed on him without flinching. Looking at the Boy King, "Then please tell me! How close is it?"

"..."

That's because Brother Wang himself wants to stick here, so it's none of my business.

"Heh~" the only priestess present chuckled, "That's something that can't be helped."

"After all, for His Royal Highness, in the unfamiliar Egypt, only the king is the only relative."

"but……"

The oasis-like pupils stared at the young pharaoh with a smile, and there seemed to be a smile in the priestess' voice.

"Compared to before, His Royal Highness seems to be a bit too clingy recently..."

"Wang, it was you...what did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything."

Unhappy, he threw a stack of papyrus to Seth, and the young king stared at the older priest with a dark complexion who brought up the pile of papyrus again, and said, "Mahat, do you also think that I let you go?" Is it a wrong decision to pass the king's brother?"

"No." Standing up straight, the man with gentle eyes smiled and looked at the young king he had grown up with, "My king, I am very happy with your decision."

"Mahat! You should know how much trouble that so-called younger brother will bring to the king!"

"Seth, I think that even without the appearance of His Royal Highness, those people will find other excuses to trouble the king sooner or later." The dark-skinned man with a gentle face looked back at Seth with a gaze that was tougher than anyone else. , "His Royal Highness is innocent."

"Yes, he is the fuse... But we are not ready to minimize the damage yet!"

"Set!"

There was a low-pitched drink that seemed to be suppressed but could be heard in a higher pitch, and the frowning black-skinned priest stared closely at Seth.

"His Royal Highness, the only family member of the king."

He said, pronouncing heavily, with anger that was rarely uttered.

"But—"

"Mahart! Seth!"

A cold and extremely oppressive voice came from top to bottom, making the two people who were arguing subconsciously shiver.

Realizing their gaffe, the next second, both of them knelt down on the ground, bowing their heads respectfully and begging the king for forgiveness.

Although the pupils of the young king on the throne were crimson red like fire, they carried the coldness of a king standing high above him.

"If you want to quarrel, get out of here."

He said that his sharp gaze pierced into the two men kneeling at his feet like a sharp sword.

Emotionless cruelty.

"Or I don't mind sending you to the place where your father is, and your father will personally punish you!"

The beautiful priestess, who had nothing to do with himself, looked at the completely different expressions of the two with great interest.

One was deeply annoyed by his own emperor's gaffe.

The other smiled appreciatively because of Wang's cruel harshness.

Presumably for Seth, a ruthless and self-respecting Pharaoh is his ideal king.

Compared to Mahat, who was said to be disrespectful, but actually watched Wang grow up and treated him like a brother... No wonder these two people are always at odds, quarreling once they meet.

For a while, the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

The two still knelt on the ground with their heads bowed.

The young king glanced at them coldly, bowed his head and continued to deal with government affairs.

It seemed that he had no intention of getting the two of them up until he finished handling the pile of things at hand.

After finishing that pile of things, at least it will be noon.

The young priestess squinted her eyes and thought silently.

If His Royal Highness came over, he would probably intercede for these two people.

Is this what the king means?

Now that the decision to recognize Wang Di is made, other people must recognize the existence and status of His Highness Wang Di.

But this existence must be established under the premise of recognizing the absolute authority of the king's rule.

"King---"

The noise from far and near made the young king frowned.

It was a woman's sharp cry.

Fluctuations appeared on Isis's face, which was always calm, because she had already recognized that it was the voice of the female officer she had sent to serve, or monitor His Royal Highness.

Not long after, the female officer who hurried over under the guidance of the guards knelt on the ground as soon as she entered the gate.

She pressed her hands to the ground, her forehead was pressed tightly against the back of her hand, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

"My lord, please forgive me..."

"His Royal Highness... Your Highness, he... slipped and fell into the water!"

The boy king who was just staring at her coldly stood up suddenly, and his crimson red pupils shot towards the young priest who was still kneeling beside him like sharp knives.

There was also a look of surprise on Seth's face.

After realizing Wang's gaze, he turned his head to meet him, his gaze was still bright and clear.

"not me."

Simple three words, he said with a calm expression.

The Boy King didn't say anything else, he just glanced at Isis, and then walked forward vigorously.

The beautiful priestess followed behind him with light steps.

Mahat gave Seth a suspicious look, and hurriedly followed.

The young priest who was questioned by everyone half closed his eyes, with a handsome and serious face, as if he was thinking about something.

Then, he also got up and followed the king's footsteps.

"His Royal Highness, after meeting the king in the morning, went directly to the garden behind the palace."

"Because His Highness has been quietly playing with Emma by the waterfall in the pool..."

"The young deer in the garden is very close to His Royal Highness, and often comes to beg for food, so we didn't pay much attention to it."

"It was very docile at first, but as soon as it got next to His Highness, it went crazy and kicked around."

"His Highness was knocked down the waterfall just like that, and His Highness doesn't seem to be able to swim."

"The guards were sent away by His Royal Highness to get Emma's food, and there will be no one there in a while."

"We were all so scared that Liu Shen Wu Zhu didn't know what to do..."

"Fortunately, a guard standing guard nearby heard the sound and ran to rescue His Highness."

"It's just that His Highness has been in the water for too long, and Priest Feynman said it was very dangerous..."

The face of the female officer who was talking about what happened on the road was full of worry and fear. Her hands were still trembling, but she still calmly narrated what happened in an orderly manner.

If His Royal Highness Wang Di died, it would be because the people around him didn't take good care of him.

Everyone will be sentenced to death, and she, who is solely responsible for taking care of the younger brother, bears the brunt.

She already has the consciousness to apologize with death.

A group of people hurried to the side hall where the younger brother lived. To everyone's relief, the two priests who knelt down and bowed to the young pharaoh said that His Highness the younger brother was out of danger.

Although he is still in a comatose state, he just needs to recuperate well, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

When Atum walked into the bedroom, the guards and ladies in the room knelt down in unison.

This was the first time he looked carefully at Wang Di's room.

Empty, is the first feeling here.

Except for a large bed in the middle, there seems to be no breath of life here.

On the altar by the window, a golden box glistens.

Atum stood by the bed, looking down at the face that was exactly the same as his own but slightly distorted by pain at the moment.

The young man curled up on the big bed, his body that was not very tall at first seemed even smaller.

His face was pale, but a strange and abnormal bright red suddenly appeared on his cheeks.

He was breathing with his mouth open, panting rapidly.

Then, Atum saw him open his eyes.

Very thin, it seems that it took a lot of effort to open a thin crack.

"...another me (Japanese)..."

He heard his brother seem to be muttering something strange and incomprehensible.

When the pale hand was struggling to lift towards him, he subconsciously reached out to hold it.

The hand that often hugged him suddenly from behind was much colder than usual.

he thinks.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught sight of a strange guard kneeling on one side. It was a young black-haired man. When everyone else was kneeling respectfully and not daring to move, he was the only one who raised his head frequently and watched anxiously from time to time. The boy on the bed looked worried about his condition.

His heart moved.

"who are you?"

The young man was startled and seemed a little frightened, but he quickly replied calmly: "I am the newly elected guard of the palace, and I am responsible for guarding the apse."

The female officer kneeling on the other side said softly: "My lord, he is the guard who rescued His Royal Highness just now."

The young king didn't make a sound, even if the young guard lowered his head, he could still feel the sharp gaze scanning him from above.

A sense of unspoken oppression made his forehead faintly ooze with sweat.

Although it was short, it was a long period of suffering for him, and the condescending eyes looking down on him moved away.

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his palms were already wet with sweat.

"From now on, you will be by my brother's side to protect him."

Turning his back to him, the young king said, letting go of the cold hand he was holding.

He nodded to Isis, motioning her to stay here.

The young pharaoh turned and walked away.

The moment he turned around, the flying white cloak lightly brushed over the cheeks of the boy on the bed.

No one noticed that the boy opened his eyes in a daze at that moment.

The golden game box shines with dazzling brilliance.

The card for the recovery of the dead slowly rose in full view.

Then, the door opened.

The king of darkness walks into the world of light.

All he could see was the back of the boy king who was sent into the gate of the underworld by his own hands.

On the shoulders of the young king, the cloak flew up in the light.

The moment it fell, that figure also disappeared into the light.

The young king strode forward with his usual vigorous steps.

The sudden force from behind caused him, who was almost leaning forward, to lose his balance.

Unbalanced under his feet, his body inevitably fell backward amidst the exclamation of everyone.

He subconsciously twisted half his body in the air, and grabbed the support behind him with one hand.

There was only one bed behind him, if he continued to press down with his hand, the force of the collision would definitely hurt Wang Di.

His hands curled up in mid-air, and he tried to tilt his body even more.

Make sure that your elbows can go over Wang Di's body and press on that side of the bed.

There was a sound of touching.

He braced himself above the bed so as not to bump into the patient on the bed.

His left hand was supported straight on the left side of the bed, and his bent right elbow slammed into the bed on the right side of his brother.

There was a numbness, followed by not very severe pain, which made him understand that his elbow should not be hurt too badly.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he looked behind him, looking for the reason that made him lose his balance just now.

This one glance made the young Pharaoh's forehead burst out with blue veins.

He lowered his head and stared viciously at the man in his arms.

The anger in the young king's blushing pupils seemed to be able to burn the air up.

The unaware culprit was still pale and lethargic, breathing rapidly and painfully.

However, at some point, his hand tightly grasped the corner of the young Pharaoh's cloak.

The author has something to say: Well...why do you always feel that it is a long way to go to get these two together...

Note 1: "Senet", a kind of board game loved by the ancient Egyptians, the chess pieces are divided into two types: cone and cylinder. chested cobra.The ancient Egyptians believed that this kind of game had magical powers, so most of them brought this kind of chess set to the tomb, which could be used as a fantasy weapon in their journey to the underworld, defeating demons and resurrecting smoothly.

Note 2: Religion and medicine in ancient Egypt are inextricably linked. Almost all doctors are priests at the same time, so it is the priests who see AIBO sick.

Another PS: Tomorrow's driver's license test, please bless me to pass it once >//<, if you bless me, I will definitely let Wang Yang and AIBO kiss you in secret~~