Pharaoh

tear──

pull──

Pull──

The maids who tried their best to tear His Royal Highness's hand from the corner of the Pharaoh's cloak experienced failure after failure.

The young Pharaoh stood tall, looking down at the sleeping boy coldly, letting the maids toss about the corner of his cloak and the boy's hand tightly curled up on it.

The beautiful priestess half-covered her lips and turned her face to the other side as if holding back a smile.

And since the young priest who always had a pretty face came into the room, his eyes had been fixed on the sleeping boy, his brows were tightly frowned.

The difficult imaginary enemy he expected is actually such a weak young man who is dying at any time?

The reality made him a little unacceptable.

At the meeting to review the qualifications of the younger brother, he did not attend due to something.

Even if he was told how similar the younger brother Wang was to the king, he just snorted and ignored him, thinking that those people must be exaggerating to please the Pharaoh.

He has always maintained a skeptical attitude towards the so-called younger brother.

At this moment, he was somewhat surprised by the face that appeared in front of him, which was almost exactly the same as that of the pharaoh.

Apart from being a little immature and soft, no one would believe that this face had nothing to do with Pharaoh.

What's more, this boy is also carrying a golden artifact that only the blood of the king can possess...

"presumptuous!"

A loud shout brought him back to his senses, and Seth saw Mahat, who had been by his side all the time, came to the edge of Wang Di's bed at some point, and pushed away a maid who was pulling Wang Di's hand away.

The other maids were so frightened that they quickly dropped their heads to the ground, trembling all over.

Mahat squatted down and gently took the boy's hand.

The hand clutched the cloak so tightly that even the knuckles were white.

On the back of the hand, there was a shallow scar accidentally scratched by the fingertip of the rude maid just now.

Mahat glanced at the maid angrily, then looked up at the young pharaoh.

"My lord, this will hurt His Royal Highness."

He said, looking worriedly at the young man who was panting in pain on the bed.

Glancing at him casually, the young king's gaze stayed on the scar on the back of his brother's hand for a moment, then moved away.

"What the hell is this guy thinking?"

He said, frowning tightly, looking very impatient.

"My king."

Priestess who finally turned her gaze back answered the young pharaoh's question with her gentle and clear voice.

"If I'm right..."

She said that Wan Wan's smiling eyes became more and more charming.

"His Royal Highness is probably just acting like a baby to you."

"Huh?──"

Seth showed an unbelievable expression.

"Huh?──"

The person who was frightened was Mahat.

behave in a spoiled manner?

To Pharaoh!

I rely on-

The above is the psychological dynamics of all the people present except the above three and the parties concerned.

However, the matter is not over yet.

As one of the parties involved, the young king suddenly threw out a sentence with an expressionless face that bombarded all the people present, including the three priests.

"behave in a spoiled manner?"

The handsome young king raised his head slightly, frowning at Isis.

"What does this word mean?"

silence

dead silence

The audience was silent for a moment

"... Seth, is my education really such a failure?"

This is a black-skinned priest with a gloomy self-reflection.

"How would I know! Don't grab me, Mahat!"

This is a handsome young priest with black lines on his face.

"Heh~~hehehehe~~"

This is a certain beautiful priestess with an inexplicable laugh.

"Answer me!"

This is a certain boy king who was getting more and more impatient by the sudden and weird scene.

"simply put."

Because of the coercion of the young pharaoh, when the audience was silent again, it was still the gentle priestess who came out to save the audience.

"Because His Royal Highness is feeling very uncomfortable now, he will act very capriciously on the person he trusts the most."

"This kind of willful behavior that makes the other party feel troubled is called acting like a baby."

"To put it more clearly, the target of His Royal Highness's acting like a baby is you."

"His Royal Highness probably wants the king to stay by his side."

Listening to Isis' explanation, the crimson pupils of the boy king clearly reflected the figure of the boy on the hospital bed.

Then, his eyes shifted to the hand that was tightly clutching his cloak again.

"I can't understand."

The young Pharaoh's voice was still calm and cold.

"Even if I stay here, it's useless."

"What's more, there are still a bunch of things that I need to deal with."

"Why do I have to change the itinerary and waste time for a so-called 'acting like a baby' willful behavior."

"You are right."

Priestess's oasis-like pupils still carried a warm and unchanging smile.

"The decision rests with you, not His Royal Highness."

"After all, His Royal Highness is just 'unauthorized' acting like a spoiled child to you."

The crimson eyes were closed, and the young Pharaoh was thinking.

Everyone in the room waited with bated breath for his decision.

The hand of the sleeping boy was still tightly grasping the corner of his cloak, his knuckles turned white from too much force.

When those sharp eyes opened again, the young king sat down on the edge of his brother's bed with a calm expression.

He raised his hand to signal the attendant to move the long table by the window to his side.

"Mahat, go and bring here the papyrus that I haven't finished processing."

he said, leaning slightly to one side.

Staring sideways at the face of Wang Di who was sleeping next to him, his cold gaze made it difficult to know what he was thinking.

"Troublesome guy."

His expression seemed impatient, and he rubbed Brother Wang's sweat-soaked forehead hair with his left hand.

Seems to be getting a little hot.

he thinks.

"king……"

The young priest took a step forward, as if he wanted to say something.

"Set!"

The young priest's words were cut off abruptly by the irrefutable voice of the young priest.

The young king turned his head and stared at him coldly with crimson eyes.

"Do you want me to tear my clothes, or do you want to break my brother's hand!"

"...don't dare."

"Then back down!"

Seth stopped talking, but he didn't back down either.

He looked at the boy king, and met those crimson pupils with an overwhelming sense of oppression, without flinching.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, as if they could burst into sparks.

"...Ugh..."

The sleepy teenager let out a vague groan.

In this tense room where the air seemed tense, a low moan was enough to attract everyone's attention.

The young man opened his eyes again in a daze, with a dazed expression on his face.

He glanced around unsteadily.

Finally, it was fixed on the face of the young pharaoh beside him.

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

The young king heard his younger brother, who was staring at him without blinking, muttering this sentence again in a language that he couldn't understand at all.

Second time...

This is probably the language his country calls Brother Wang.

Thinking so, the young Pharaoh nodded slightly.

The young man who was still in a trance looked away again, and he stared at his hand for a long time.

That hand was the one holding the cloak tightly.

A satisfied smile suddenly appeared on that face.

Then, the young king watched as his brother let go and let go of his cloak.

The face that was almost exactly the same as his was raised up with a peaceful smile.

The hands stretched out to him seemed to ask for the child in the mother's arms.

Those hands wrapped around his neck.

The upturned head leaned towards him, and the slightly hot cheek gently pressed against his cold neck.

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

With a strong air of coquettishness, the voice of telling his pain was low and soft, with a very slight hum.

On the face that was very similar to himself was the sweet smile of a baby who had been away from its mother for a long time and returned to its relatives again.

"So uncomfortable (Japanese)..."

Even if he could not understand the language, the young Pharaoh could understand that his brother was telling him about his illness and hoping for his comfort.

Too weak.

This cowardly brother who only knew to ask others for help did not inherit any of the strength of the Egyptian royal family.

he thinks.

Hates physical contact with other people.

The king's dignity does not allow others to touch him easily.

he thought so.

He stretched out his hands unconsciously, and hugged the slightly hot and thin body in his arms.

The sharp crimson pupils softened a little trace.

The tight lines are like the lips carved by a knife, softening a slight curvature.

"I am here."

He said that his voice was much lower than usual for a long time.

Not sure if he understood what he said, the boy nestled in his arms just rubbed his head against his shoulder, perhaps looking for the most comfortable position in his arms.

A few seconds later, his younger brother fell into a deep sleep again.

There is a serene smile on the corner of his mouth.

Opening his mouth slightly, he let out a slight breathing sound.

The defenseless sleeping face is as innocent as a newborn baby.

This time, his younger brother's left hand grabbed the clothes on his chest.

Trouble.

Sitting on the bed with his back against the head of the bed and still hugging his younger brother, the young king frowned and thought.

How to deal with state affairs now.

but……

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Wang Di who was sleeping soundly against his chest.

I always feel that the so-called "acting like a baby" is not such a disturbing behavior...