Pharaoh

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, and the fiery sun shines on the earth. The sharp light hurts the eyes of all who dare to look up at it and challenge its authority.

The great Egyptian sun god Ra only allowed his servants to prostrate at his feet.

The temple of the sun god Ra stands high in the royal capital of Egypt. It shines with golden light in the sun, and its majestic momentum makes all those who look up at it worship.

It represents the majesty and holiness of the supreme sun god.

Ra's wisdom and strength make the darkness hidden deep in the hearts of all sinners invisible under his light.

The boy with violet pupils stood in the empty hall. The hall was too big, so standing there he looked thinner and smaller, and his surroundings seemed even more empty.

He raised his head and stared at the young king sitting on the golden throne.

The sunlight reflected from the golden ornaments on all sides of the hall and gathered on the golden throne was so dazzling that he couldn't see the face of the tall young pharaoh clearly.

Under the backlight, the figure of the boy king shrouded in the sunshine of Rashen seemed more and more out of reach.

The young brother looked at his brother quietly for a while, then turned his head slightly, and looked at Priestess Isis standing under the left side of the throne.

"Isis, how is brother Wang's injury?"

he asked, looking very calm.

Even though he was a sinner who was about to be judged in Ra's temple today, there was no trace of fear or dread on that immature face that was very similar to that of a pharaoh.

The Egyptian priestess had been watching him with extremely complicated eyes, and she couldn't help being startled when she saw him asking this question.

"Wang's injury is not serious, and he will recover after a few days of cultivation."

She subconsciously answered him.

"That's good……"

Xia Da, who was standing under the right side of the throne, had been carefully sizing up the younger brother, and frowned slightly when he saw the relieved expression of the younger brother who got the answer.

Are you pretending to win the king's mercy?

He couldn't help thinking this way, but he also felt that Wang Di's eyes didn't seem fake.Even for him, who was the most adept at analyzing people's hearts among the great priests, it seemed that Brother Wang was really worried about Pharaoh's injury.

It turned out to be the case.

He thought, if the curse was aside, it seemed that Wang Di did have feelings for Pharaoh.

Judging from the various previous deeds he had heard, the Pharaoh did indeed dote on this younger brother.

Even if the sinners who assassinated the Pharaoh were to be executed, that was only a decision made by the Pharaoh.So this time, as long as the pharaoh let go, the king's younger brother will be deprived of the right to inherit the throne at best.

Knowing this, why did Isis behave so abnormally yesterday?

Xia Da was thinking like this, when suddenly he saw Wang who had been sitting up standing up.

The young pharaoh stood up from the throne and walked down step by step.

The glare of the sun shone across his handsome face, it was too dazzling for people to see his expression clearly at the moment, only the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus protruding from his golden hair refracted the sharp shine.

When the dark blue cloak flew past Xia Da, he felt that Mahat, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but take a step forward.

However, after only taking such a step, Mahat stopped any movement.

At the same time, Priest Seth, who couldn't help but take a step forward, was grabbed by the wrist by the Priestess beside him, and he was dragged to the spot.

Seth watched Isis shaking his head at him, and then looked at the boy king's back.

There was a little struggle in his eyes.

——The decision of the supreme Pharaoh cannot be influenced by anyone——

The Temple of the Sun God seemed extremely quiet at the moment, except for the steady footsteps of the Boy King.

The golden light refracted into the hall from the outside through countless gold ornaments filled the entire hall, extremely bright, but instead made people's sight appear white.

The walls of the main hall seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light, and even the stone slabs under their feet seemed to be filled with light.

The light that fell on Yatum in all directions was like a miracle of the divine light descending on the earth.

The outstretched hands of the young Pharaoh held his younger brother's cheeks.

He lowered his head, and his lips fell lightly on his brother's soft lips, and he left as soon as he touched them.

His kiss was light and light.

The touch of the lips is still soft and warm, as before, no change can be seen.

"Brother Wang..."

The light brown hand covered the mouth of the young prince who seemed to want to say something.

The red pupils that were burning like flames watched his younger brother quietly. Even in the sun shrine illuminated by the sun, the boy king's eyes could not see any warmth.

"I don't want to hear anything."

The young Pharaoh said that the expression in those crimson pupils was eerily quiet.

The young Wangdi didn't speak any more.

Maybe even if you try, you can't make any sound from the covered mouth.

The violet pupils and the crimson pupils, which were so quiet that there was no human breath, looked at each other for a long time, and the young Wangdi never took his gaze away, but the expression deep in the pupils gradually became gloomy.

Something invisible was disappearing from his eyes little by little.

The warm beige big hands stroked his cheeks gently as usual, slid into his hair, and then suddenly increased the force.

The boy king suddenly hugged him.

The strength of the left hand pressing his head and the right hand holding his shoulder were both heavy, making his body ache.

He raised his head, over his light brown shoulders, and the golden sunlight hurt his eyes.

"Brother Wang, don't you want to hear my explanation?"

"Do not want to."

In any case, he wanted to make a final effort.

"Brother Wang, give me three days, okay?"

"Is there a difference?"

The Boy King's question made Yu Yu silent for a long time, then he suddenly laughed.

He said, "...yeah, there's no difference."

Now, he doesn't believe him.

After three days, he wouldn't believe him either.

So, no difference.

The eyes of the king of Egypt slowly scanned the entire hall, and slowly slid past the three priests he was familiar with.

One by one, he met the eyes of the priests watching him, and something seemed to disappear little by little in his violet pupils.

It disappeared quietly and without a sound.

He closed his eyes.

The arms holding him were still warm, as before.

……

[If there is only one person in this world that I can trust, I choose Brother Wang. 】【Brother of Egypt, I will pray to God Mithra, I hope I will not hear about you in Mitanni...】You have won, Prince Mitanni.

……

The young pharaoh's left arm was still tightly wrapped around his brother, and he let go of his right hand.

"I told you I won't let anyone hurt you."

He said in a calm tone, and drew out the dagger at his waist with his right hand.

The Horus headdress with dazzling golden light on the forehead hides the expression on the pharaoh's handsome face in the light.

"So, let me do it."

The moment the sentence fell, the silver-white blade pierced down.

It pierced through the heart of the young prince without any mistakes.

A sword pierces the heart.

It was drawn out.

The bright red hot blood from the blade splashed on the light brown hand.

That hand held the hilt of the sword, holding it firmly.

The young king of Egypt has always been so decisive and ruthless, nothing can shake him.

He threw away the dagger in his hand, and it fell on the bright stone slabs of the temple with a crisp crash.

The blood-stained brown fingers tightly grasped the shoulder of the white porcelain skin, so the contrast of the red color became more and more abrupt.

The young king gently stroked his brother's blond hair, and the strength of the fingertips stroking the hair was as gentle as if coaxing someone to sleep.

His cheeks lowered slightly, sticking against the white porcelain soft cheeks, he closed his eyes and rubbed lightly.

His arms holding the person in his arms were originally very tight, and they were strangled very hard, but the fingers that were tightly gripping his clothes on his chest trembled slightly as if they couldn't bear the pain.

So he subconsciously loosened the strength of his arm.

However, at the very second when the boy king relaxed a little, the younger brother who had been quietly held in Yatum's arms suddenly raised his head.

He violently pushed away the boy king who was holding him.

He seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his future life that was about to be lost at that moment, and unexpectedly pushed the young pharaoh who was too powerful than him back two steps unsteadily.

However, even though he pushed the opponent away, he himself staggered back a few steps due to the reaction force.

He fell.

Bright red blood oozed from his chest and gradually spread on the stone slabs on the temple floor.

The young brother Wang, who was lying on the ground, supported the ground with his hands and knelt up, trying to support his gradually disobedient body.

The blood was still flowing, and it couldn't stop anymore, and soon gathered on the ground into a pool of terrifying blood.

He bowed his head, his blond hair covering most of his face.

He bit his lower lip tightly, as if trying to stand up.

A beige hand reached out and held his left arm, which was trying to support his body.

He threw that hand away without hesitation, but the body that was only supported by his right hand fell unsteadily to the ground with too much force.

The severe pain made his breathing almost stop at that moment——

However, not yet.

He still has things to do.

The young Wangdi gasped for a long time on the ground, and when he finally regained his breath, he used his hands once again.

He clenched his teeth tightly, struggling with all his strength to prop up his body from the pool of blood.

But his arms trembled, and all he got was failure after failure.

So the young Wangdi no longer made such futile attempts.

He lay quietly on the ground, an extremely faint sound came from his bloodless lips.

"Site..."

His strength had been completely drained from his body along with the blood, and it was very difficult for him to even make this weak sound.

Fortunately, this empty hall seemed to be frozen in silence at this moment, so his weak voice was enough for people to hear clearly.

His cheek was pressed against the cold slate, and the warm bright red liquid that slowly gathered spread from his chest and gradually soaked into his cheek.

It brought a little warmth to his cooling cheeks.

Pressing his fingers against the slate in front of his eyes, he watched his white fingers gradually turn a bright red hue.

The violet pupils moved slightly, and the young prince looked at the young and familiar face of the great priest who came and knelt in front of him.

Those sky-colored pupils stared at him, and there was a trace of pain in the depths of the eyes.

He laughed.

"S...te..."

He struggled to force the weaker voice out of his throat.

"if……"

He stopped, gasping for breath several times, and he felt like he was losing his own voice.

"Kaya... came to find you..."

He saw Seth leaning over, as if trying to hear his inaudible voice.

"Accept...him...a request."

He smiled at the young high priest with his immature face half stained with blood.

He knew that there was another person standing quietly in front of his head, and he wanted to take another look at that person at first, but he exhausted his last bit of strength against Seth's upturned lips.

He could no longer look at that person again.

He closed his eyes, and the bright sunlight made the slightly raised corners of his lips freeze in the last and perhaps eternal moment.

All that can be done has been done.

Will Seth agree to him?

Will Ke Ya really do what he says?

Everything has nothing to do with him.

The Egyptian prince lay quietly on the temple of the sun god Ra, and the sunlight illuminated his soft, porcelain-white cheeks.

The shadow caused by the bright light concealed the blood-stained cheek on the other side of his face against the cold stone slab.

He closed his eyes quietly and stopped breathing.