Pharaoh

The radiance of the sun god Ra shot out from the horizon, illuminating the land of Egypt.

The darkness in the sky receded respectfully under the majesty of the great sun god, and Ra once again bestowed the fiery light on the people of Egypt.

The capital of Egypt, Thebes, is the capital of gold given to Egypt by God.

Egypt's mother river, the Nile, passes through the city, dividing the capital of gold into two.

In the half of the direction where the sun rises, the magnificent Egyptian palaces and magnificent temples stand under the hot sun, shining with golden light.

In the half of the direction where the sun sets, the solemn tomb of the Valley of the Kings sleeps quietly in the shadows.

Half alive, half dead.

The city of the living and the city of the dead face each other across the river.

The golden sunlight came in from the skylight and fell on the young Pharaoh lying sideways on the bed.

The great ruler of Egypt was still sleeping, and the sunlight falling on his handsome light brown left cheek made his eyelashes move.

His eyes opened slightly, revealing a little crimson hue.

Then, slowly closed again.

Once again the young Pharaoh fell into sleep.

A kitten with satiny black fur leaps—

The two front paws grabbed the edge of the big bed, but the lower half of the body was hanging in the air.

The sharp claws clasped the snow-white sheets, and the little black cat crawled and crawled onto the bed.

It happily ran to its owner's side, and rubbed the big light brown hand with its little fluffy head.

Seeing no response, it stretched out its little pink tongue and licked vigorously.

The light brown slender fingers moved.

The young Pharaoh opened his crimson eyes and sat up.

He glanced at the little black cat that was meowing happily at him, reached out and picked up the back of its neck, and flicked it casually.

"Meow~~"

The kitten rolled in the air, landed on the ground with a snap, and rolled again.

It curled up its body unhappily, lying on the ground and unable to get up.

It opened its eyes and watched its master get up, changed clothes and walked out of the room under the service of several maids.

The soft, fluffy ears trembled in dissatisfaction, and it jumped up to the window sill nimbly, and then jumped down.

Soon, the little black figure disappeared into the bushes.

-

The black steed galloped across the endless fields, its powerful limbs kept running, making its beautiful body undulate rhythmically as if accompanied by a rhythm.

The dark blue cloak flew back in the wind, and the golden headpiece of the Eye of Horus on the young pharaoh's forehead gleamed in the sun.

On top of the galloping horse, he drew the strong bow in his hand sideways.

An arrow in the air—

The fallen beast struggled on the ground, roaring intermittently.

The sharp arrow pierced deep into its left eye and pierced its head, making all its struggles futile.

The next arrow, shot through its sharp teeth, penetrated its throat.

The beast that had struggled for a long time finally calmed down.

The overwhelmed weeds fell all over the ground in wild struggles, and their light green bodies were stained with an ugly black-red hue, and the blood slowly soaked into the soil.

The young pharaoh pulled the reins and the black steed stopped.He casually threw the longbow in his hand to the guards at the side, and patted the neck of the black horse under him lightly, letting it walk slowly towards the dead prey.

The two high priests, Mahat and Seth, who were following behind him, also rode up to catch up at this time.Today was a rare day off. The young Pharaoh wanted to hunt on a whim. As a woman, it was inconvenient for Isis to accompany him. Naturally, the two of them wanted to follow the Pharaoh to protect him.

The surrounding guards cheered.

The boy king's prey was a strong male lion.

In Egypt, the lion was the most ferocious and terrifying beast.

They were cheering for the valor and strength of their king.

The faces of the Egyptians were filled with excited smiles, and they enthusiastically called for their king.

They looked at the golden boy king bathed in the light of the sun god Ra with love and awe in their eyes.

That was the favorite king of the Egyptian gods.

That was the valiant and mighty king of Egypt.

He made the neighboring countries of Syria and Libya submit to the majesty of Egypt, and he will lead Egypt to prosperity.

—He was the Pharaoh of Egypt—

After the hunt was over, the lion, slain by the arrows of the young pharaoh, was carried into the temple by excited Egyptian soldiers.

Both its body and blood will be sacrificed to the Egyptian gods.

The young pharaoh took the dagger presented by Mahat with both hands.

He walked up to the altar under everyone's gaze, his dark blue cloak fluttering behind him.

The sharp dagger cut open the lion's body, and the bloody heart was dug out.

The priests in the temple knelt on the ground and prayed to their gods for the future of Egypt's prosperity.

The boy king lifted up the lion's heart and let the blood drip on the altar.

The golden Eye of Horus shone, illuminating his handsome face.He stood on a high altar, his crimson cold pupils looked down on his people.

Condescending, like looking down on the gods who look down on small and humble lives.

When the complicated sacrificial ceremony finally ended, the sun had shifted to the hilltop of the Mausoleum in the Valley of the Kings.

The young pharaoh left the temple, intending to return to his palace.

Amidst the cheers and crowds of the crowd, he didn't notice that there was an old female officer in a corner of the side of the temple looking at him all the time.

Karin had left the palace and returned to the little temple where she was going to spend her days in peace.

At this time, Karin watched the young king she had grown up, her eyes were still bright on the wrinkled face.

It wasn't until the young king's back disappeared outside the gate of the temple that she looked away and let out a long sigh.

A young maid stood beside her, supporting her carefully.

After that day, Tia followed her to the temple, where she lived a quiet life that was almost semi-reclusive.

"Tia, I know what you're thinking."

Karin said that the white hair on her head seemed to be more, "As long as you want, I can still let you return to the palace and continue to serve as a female officer."

Tia lowered her head and shook it.

It's not pretending, she really doesn't want to go back to the palace.

She was by that person's side, so she could see everything clearly.

Suddenly, she was no longer interested in what she had been pursuing in the past. Instead, she felt a strange sense of fatigue from the bottom of her heart...

Even though it had been nearly a month, the fear deeply hidden in my heart has not disappeared.

She thought she would never forget it in her lifetime.

Karin sighed again, and patted Tia's hand comfortingly, as if sensing her fear.

Tia lowered her head, was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"why?"

She said, her young voice was full of weakness and fatigue, "Your Highness is innocent, King Ming and the priests all know the truth, why..."

A month ago, the king of Egypt was controlled by a curse and tried to assassinate the Pharaoh, but he failed and was eroded by the curse and died.

This is what the Egyptians knew as the so-called truth.

"Pharaohs were the gods of Egypt."

Karin replied, her voice was very slow, and every word was very clear.

"God can do no wrong."

After getting the answer, Tia became quiet.

The old female officer turned around and walked slowly forward.

Tia followed in silence, she walked a few steps, but couldn't help but speak again.

"Master Karin..."

"What else do you want to ask?"

"Does the king really dote on His Royal Highness?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe it!" Tia said, she bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes showed a trace of resentment and pain, "He did such a thing to His Royal Highness, but he didn't even have a little bit of regret !His Royal Highness is dead...he doesn't even feel guilty at all!"

The old female officer didn't answer immediately, she stopped walking slowly.

She raised her head, the light from the sun that was already close to the horizon was still strong, it was so dazzling that she subconsciously narrowed her eyes slightly.

"regret……"

The old female officer repeated these two words softly, watching the setting sun with unusually calm eyes.

"The king cares about his younger brother very much, it's true."

Karin knew that the cruel young king of Egypt really put his brother in the softest place in his heart.

That's not a lie.

"But, Tia, you are right, the king has never regretted it."

Karin said, looking a little dazed.

The sun gradually disappeared under the horizon, and shadows covered her face little by little.

Tia looked at her with her eyes open, but could no longer see the expression on her face clearly.

"Because the Pharaoh of Egypt didn't know what regret is."

The old lady-in-waiting walked slowly towards her little temple.

It was small and quiet, just her and her maid.

She will die there.

She walked very slowly.

Behind her, the last ray of sunlight disappeared at the junction of the sky and the earth.

-

The chambers of the Egyptian pharaohs were very quiet at night.

Because he doesn't like to let others stay in his bedroom.

After the thick stack of papyrus on the table had been reviewed, the young Pharaoh put down the pen in his hand.

A beam of moonlight slanted down through the skylight, making the golden headpiece of the Eye of Horus on his forehead shine brightly.The young king reached out and took off the golden headdress, and put it on the table.

He stood up and walked towards the open-air terrace beside his bedroom.

The rooftop at the highest point of the Egyptian royal palace seems to be melting in the darkness, and a ray of light from the room gives it a little light.

The young pharaoh stood on a high rooftop, his crimson pupils looked down on the land of Egypt under the night.

The wind on the roof swept past with the coolness of the night, causing the golden forehead to move from time to time.

The soft moonlight falling on the golden hair seemed to form a faint brilliance, illuminating the young Wang Junmei's face.

Another day passed.

Same as before, no difference.

He was the Pharaoh of Egypt.

Everything he looks down on is his property.

There was an inaudible sound coming from somewhere, which made the young Pharaoh's eyes show a look of vigilance.

The open-air roof is very wide, and the faint light from the room only shines on one side of the roof.Several thick stone pillars stood in the shadows, blocking the soft moonlight from the sky.

So the other side of the roof is hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see.

With his right hand resting on the dagger at his waist, the young pharaoh walked towards the side where the slight sound came from, his bright red pupils showing sharp eyes.

Walking around the white stone pillars carved with exquisite patterns, the crimson cold pupils of the Young King were extremely bright in the darkness, and his eyes glanced at the shadow on that side.

The platform on the side that was shrouded in darkness was empty, except for a small black figure squatting there against the corner, wriggling from time to time.

That rustling sound came from here.

"Meow~~"

A cry revealed its identity.

The little black cat squatting in the corner seemed to be playing with the little thing in its arms.

With a push, the thing rolled quickly on the ground.

Seeing that his toy ran away, the little black cat chased it out relentlessly.

The little thing seemed to have rolled to the foot of the white stone pillar, and the little black cat also ran over.

A beam of moonlight slanted down from the side of the stone pillar, although most of it was blocked by the stone pillar, a faint light still fell on Emma's body.

The silk-like soft and beautiful black fur was covered with dust at the moment, and the little black cat curled up into a ball, looking like a dirty gray-black fur ball.

I don't know which dirty place it went to play this day, and it came back with such a dusty body.

At this moment, the dirty little claws like meat balls are turning over and over again to move the little thing that rolled over just now, and from time to time, they hug it with their claws and rub it with their fluffy heads.

The little black cat seemed to be very interested in his new toy, even though its owner was standing beside it, playing very vigorously alone.

The young Pharaoh frowned, and let go of the hand on the hilt of his waist.

He took a step forward, intending to pick up his dusty little pet and throw it to the maid for a good cleaning.

As soon as he bent down, the little black cat's body moved again, and the faint moonlight that fell on it leaked from its little black paws, and shone on the thing Emma was poking.

A thin golden light pierced the crimson eyes of the young pharaoh.

The little thing that had been rubbed off by the little black cat reflected the faint moonlight on the boy king's face.

The young king half knelt on the ground on one knee.

His beige hand, which was about to reach out to grab Emma, ​​paused in the air, then moved past Emma to take his little pet's toy.

The little black claws like fleshy balls only had time to scratch the young king's hand.

Emma raised its black fluffy head, and stared at the toy that left it with a pair of round golden pupils.

It barked a few times, raised its little paw and waved it a few times, as if dissatisfied that its beloved toy was taken away.

But when Emma found out that the person who took away its little toy was its owner, it seemed to shrank its neck in fear and became quiet.

It squatted obediently, its big golden eyes staring at its owner eagerly.

The crimson pupils stared at the things in the palm of their hands.

It was a small ring, although most of it had been melted and deformed under the high temperature, but there were still a few remaining carefully carved symbols.

The gray and black stains make it look dirty, old and ugly.

But the faint golden traces on its edge showed how noble this twisted and dirty ring used to be.

It lay quietly in the light brown palm of its original owner, motionless.

A touch of gold at its edge was brightened by the falling moonlight.

The dirty little black cat squatted obediently in front of its owner, blinking its golden eyes.

It is waiting for its owner to give it back a toy it has dug up from a deserted place.

But it waited for a long time, and it had already begun to wag its long black tail impatiently, and its owner still didn't return the toy to him.

It meowed aggrievedly at the boy king twice.

The boy king ignored it, his bright crimson pupils quietly stared at the gray-black gold ring in his hand that could no longer see its original appearance.

He bowed his head, and the moonlight fell from the sky on his golden hair.

The shadow hid his face.

Seeing that the owner ignored him, the little black cat lowered its head dejectedly, and flicked its long tail, as if losing its temper.

Its little head stopped suddenly, and its two fluffy ears trembled.

It felt something very small hit it on the head, making it very uncomfortable.

It raised its head in confusion, and its golden pupils, which seemed to be able to emit light in the dark, were wide open and tried to look up.

However, the moment Emma raised its little black head, something hit it on the forehead suddenly, making it meow in fright.

It quickly lowered its head, stretched out its paws, and scratched its small forehead.

Nothing at all.

...seems a little wet.

【Everything has been reduced to ashes in that fire, and there is nothing left...】The face of the Egyptian boy king was hidden under the shadow of the blond hair.

As bright as the blond hair was, so dark was the shadow on that handsome face.

A light golden light refracted from the edge of the gray-black ring flashed across his side cheek.

At that moment, there seemed to be a faint reflection on the side cheek echoing it.

But it is hidden in black shadows, and no one can see it.

"Meow……?"

Perhaps only those golden pupils can see in the dark...

Although the owner of the golden pupil will never know what it is.

……

That is more precious than anything that can only appear in the dark when the radiance of the sun god Ra fades away

more incredible than anything

Tears of the Pharaoh.

——The third part END——

The author has something to say: After half a year, the third part of "Pharaoh" is finally over, and the name of the third part has actually been guessed by several readers.

Everyone who follows the article has worked hard, um... I have worked hard too.

So it’s still the same sentence, when the first part is over, please let everyone bubble up~~

First of all, congratulations to everyone for surviving the third part (laughs), well, I know it's not easy for you.

In any case, you have passed the most difficult moment.

The wind and rain have passed, and the rainbow will appear again, and the sweetness will definitely make up for it twice.

Perhaps many readers are confused about why there is a scene of mass abuse here suddenly, so I will say a few more words here to answer.

I don't like things like abuse for the sake of abuse, and I won't do that.

As a plot controller, everything I write is for the development of the plot.

Just like the last part of the third part started to pave the way in the first part of this article, now this part of the story is also paving the way for the future.

As I have promised, this article will not be BE.

After all, the purpose of my writing is to resent the final ending of the animation, so naturally I will not repeat that ending again when I write this article.

AIBO is a very simple person, he regards Wang Yang as the most important person, so his relationship will naturally remain like this for the rest of his life.

Wang Yang is a person with a negative EQ. He regards AIBO as his younger brother, and regards his feelings as feelings for his younger brother, so his self-centeredness will naturally keep him like this for the rest of his life.

If there is no accident, these two people will probably live like this for the rest of their lives...

Although this is also very good, but don't forget that this article is a Danmei article...

Do not break or stand.

A new order cannot be established without thoroughly disrupting the established order.

The same is true of relationships between people.

That's it.

The third part is over, and now it is the end of the year, when there is a lot of work and the pressure is too heavy, I have to work overtime during the basic breaks.

I'm sorry, I need to take a break, at least I won't have time to write the fourth part until the work at the end of the year is over.

So, I am here to ask for leave, probably more than a week's time.

Of course, if I can take some time out of my busy schedule, I will send one or two extra sweet articles (laughs).

The following is a spoiler about the fourth part, if you don’t want to watch it, don’t scroll down~~

1AIBO will definitely be resurrected, it is still in ancient Egypt, I will not write modern articles.

2 Did I mention that Keya is dead?Did I just say he was dead? ╭(╯^╰)╮3 has appeared twice before, the mysterious boy who kissed AIBO's face will appear as an important BOSS in the fourth part, as a powerful rival like a king—please applaud and support. (Blown away by the Osisri sky dragon)

PS a digression

This time the plot seems to divide everyone into two teams.

Da Troop expressed dissatisfaction with Wang Yang.

The small army felt that AIBO was too capricious.

In fact, it is very good that each has his own favorite person, and it is only natural that each has his own ideas. Here I just want to say a few words from the author's position:

If AIBO is a person who is decisive, rational, calm and ruthless, and can decisively change himself to adapt to the environment by following the trend and the environment, he is not the AIBO I like to write.

If Wang Yang is a person who is indecisive in dealing with emotions regardless of everything for the sake of feelings, and who can give up the dignity and pride of Egypt or even the king for the sake of feelings, then he is not the Wang Xiang I like to write.

So, see you in part four.