Pharaoh

"It's a pleasure to be friends with you, Jouchi..."

"game!"

His body was forcefully pulled down by force majeure, and there seemed to be the roar of an explosion in his ears.

The liquid hitting his body seemed to be trying his best to prevent the invasion of himself, a foreign object, but in the next moment, he devoured himself in extreme disguise.

The whole body seemed to be invaded by liquid, unable to see, hear, or speak.

Breathing is blocked and senses are annihilated.

Even if he subconsciously struggled to float up, there was always a huge force dragging him down into the depths of the darkness.

don't want……

I don't want to die!

He opened his eyes, but his eyes were still blurred.

Consciousness wanders in the ambiguous darkness, unable to distinguish everything around him.

It seems that I... almost drowned again?

He was thinking drowsily, rubbing his not sober head on the warm bed.

Strange... why the bed seems to be moving by itself, and it is still uneven.

Shaking his muddy head, he tried to support his body with his hands and stand up.

When I moved a little, my whole body ached badly.

Not wanting to move at all.

Thinking of this, he just raised his head slightly and looked up.

Shang's eyes, which were still a little slack, gradually cleared up under the efforts of the master, and after several efforts, the eyes finally succeeded in focusing on one point.

Legs... um... I fell asleep on someone else's lap just now?No wonder it's not even at all...

he thought in a daze.

The gold ornaments on the waist, the chest of the white clothes, the gold ornaments on the neck, the brown neck...

His dazed gaze slowly moved upwards.

...It turned out to be another me...

He yawned, and lay back again in a daze.

He rubbed his head on the opponent's leg, looking for the most comfortable place for him to sleep.

The outstretched hands also naturally hugged each other's waist.

...so sleepy, want to sleep...

...But I always feel that something is wrong...

Ok?

Uh-huh?

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, wide open.

The boy who was resting on someone else's lap froze in an instant.

The reality that suddenly broke into his mind combined with the strong impact of the sense of presence at this moment made his brain recover power in an instant and then went on strike in an instant.

This, this, this, this, what is the situation now! ! !

damn.

will be killed.

I will definitely be killed by the other me now!

The boy who finally returned to reality let out a silent cry in his heart.

It's just that his body was stiff and he didn't dare to move.

calm.

Continue to pretend to be asleep.

Think of a way while pretending to sleep.

The young man whose mind was already boiling like steam tried hard to lower his heart rate to calm himself down and find a way to deal with it.

Is there a way to die cleanly and without pain...

He was thinking sadly, and suddenly felt a hand caressing the back of his head, as if unconsciously, gently sliding between his hairline.

Then, let go.

He was taken aback.

After a while, I finally mustered up the courage to raise my head slightly again, looking up secretly.

The young pharaoh was sitting on the bed with his back leaning against the head of the bed, with his left hand resting on his left cheek.

The crimson pupil scanned the papyrus in his right hand.

Probably because the contents inside were not satisfactory, the young king casually put it aside, frowning and thinking about something.

The left hand, which was originally supporting the left cheek, seemed to be subconscious but proficient once again to reach the limp hair of the king brother who was sleeping on the young pharaoh's lap.

This exploration probably felt different from before.

The young king's crimson eyes moved over, and they happened to meet the pair of light purple eyes that were staring at him.

"When you wake up, take your medicine."

Said the young Pharaoh, who still had a calm face, and rubbed his hair with his left hand.

Retracting his left hand and continuing to support his face, the Young King picked up the papyrus just now and continued to look at it.

...as if not angry.

For some reason, he suddenly felt very embarrassed, and sat up awkwardly.

Pretending to be asleep by himself should not have been seen through.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I really fell asleep..."

He blushed and apologized desperately, "I must have caused you a lot of trouble, I'm really sorry."

"There will never be a next time, I promise."

The crimson pupil seemed to glance at him casually, and then returned to the page.

"It doesn't matter."

The young Pharaoh said, "I allow you to act like a spoiled child to me."

behave in a spoiled manner?

To another me?

permit?

He stared blankly at the boy king with a brown complexion, and his mind was in a state of shock for a while.

Thanks to the millennium artifact, I should be able to understand ancient Egyptian.

And it should still be fluent, right?

Ok……

In fact, he still understands these words separately.

But why did the other one put these words together into a sentence so that he couldn't understand it at all!

The mind of His Royal Highness, who was given the privilege of "acting like a baby" by the great Pharaoh, was still confused, and the maid on the other side had already brought up a bowl of steaming potion.

His Royal Highness, who was frightened by the bowl of black and dirty potion that exuded a strange smell, immediately threw the entanglement just now out of the sky.

What is this stuff!

Could it be... is this for me to drink? !

The scene of those weird wizards and witches in the movies or games I have seen before throws mouse eyes and spider legs into the boiling black soup in the big vat...

You will die if you drink it, you will definitely die!

So the maid who had waited for a long time and didn't see His Royal Highness receiving the medicine saw His Royal Highness cast a disgusted look at the bowl of potion in her hand that was boiled with many precious herbs.

Then, she stared blankly at His Royal Highness Wangdi crawling on the bed to the side of the great Pharaoh, looking up at him with a pair of round eyes twinkling with great expectation.

"Brother Wang."

another me.

"I feel that I am in good health and strong without taking medicine."

You will die if you eat it.

Those crimson pupils burning like ice-cold flames glanced at him again.

Then, he returned to the paper in his hand.

"Go and drink."

The young Pharaoh opened his mouth with two clean words.

The maid who suppressed her smile completely collapsed when she saw His Royal Highness's cute baby face.

She held back her laughter so that her whole body trembled slightly, and with a shake of her hand, the potion in the bowl almost splashed out, scaring her to hold it still.

However, His Royal Highness, who was downcast, still sat motionless on the bed, and she could only continue to hold the medicine bowl and remain motionless.

"Don't drink?"

Seeing that the people around him had not moved for a long time, the young king's attention was once again shifted to his younger brother.

"Brother Wang..."

The young man with an immature face pursed his lips and looked aggrieved.

To tell the truth, the young pharaoh sometimes couldn't understand his brother.

It's just a drink of medicine, as for such a pitiful picture of being bullied?

Putting the papyrus in his hand on the table next to the bed, the young king who was half lying on the bed sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Kaya."

he yelled, impatiently.

The door was pushed open, and the young black-haired guard who hurried into the room knelt on the ground respectfully.

Although he lowered his head, he still secretly glanced at Brother Wang who was already sitting on the bed soberly.

A look of relief appeared in his eyes.

Then, under the pharaoh's gesture, he somehow took the potion from the hand of the maid beside him.

"Down him."

The boy king who had already stood up from the bed said blankly.

"I allow you to use force."

He stood up straight, and two maids hurried up to meet him and knelt at his feet, busy smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes and cloak.

"Brother Wang! I'm really fine, so I don't need to drink!"

The black-haired guard was stunned, but only after hearing this sentence did he seem to understand.

He looked at Old Wang, then at Brother Wang, and then walked towards Brother Wang with a determined expression on his face.

"Excuse me for being rude."

"Wait a minute—"

Realizing that he couldn't escape no matter what, the mournful young man snatched the medicine bowl from the guard's hand, held his breath, wrinkled his lovely face like a steamed stuffed bun, and showed his determination to die. Breathe down!

Well, it's a bit bitter.

He thought, let's smash it.

But it's not as hard to swallow as I imagined.

The maid on the side, with her head buried low and holding back a smile, took the empty bowl carefully and quickly disappeared into the room.

He looked around and found that the other person had left here at some point, and even the stack of papyrus on the table had disappeared.

At the head of the bed, a metallic icy light flashed.

He reached out to pick up the sharp dagger, the tentacles were icy cold, and the cold light of the blade showed its sharpness.

He looked at it for a moment, which was obviously another dagger he'd left him, before putting it back in its place.

He hugged his knees and sat on the bed with a calm expression, as if he was in a daze or thinking about something.

Then, he turned his head and his eyes fell on the black-haired guard who was called in.

The guard looked very young, not much older than the other one.

"Your name is... Keya?"

He still hugged his knees and asked with a smile on his chin resting on his knees.

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

The black-haired guard knelt down again.

"You can stand up and talk to me, it's fine."

The boy tilted his head to look at him.

"It was you who saved me at that time?"

Ke Ya didn't make a sound, but just nodded.

Although he stood up, he still lowered his head so deeply that people couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"I, I was supposed to be able to swim."

"However, an incident happened before. I almost drowned, which resulted in the current sequelae."

"Although I'm not afraid of water... But if I fall into the water, I will be too scared to move, let alone swim."

Only the boy was talking in a low voice in the room.

He closed his eyes, as if he was missing something, with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Kaya...your name is very similar to the pronunciation of a friend of mine."

"But you are much more handsome than him."

"Hahaha, if he heard me say that, he would be so angry that he would beat me up hard."

"Joinouchi... Katsuya (Japanese)..."

"Kyoko...Grandpa...Honda (Japanese)..."

Keya heard His Royal Highness utter a few voices in a low voice in a language he didn't understand, which seemed to be human names.

The voice was very soft and gentle, as if it came from the softest depths of His Royal Highness's heart.

Then, the room fell silent again.

This time, after a long silence, until Ke Ya couldn't help but want to quit, the boy spoke softly again.

"Now by my side, there is only 'he' alone."

Most of his face was buried in his knees, making his expression invisible, he said.

It's just that the voice was a little trance-like.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the sudden noise from outside made him look up suspiciously.

There seemed to be screams, roars, and reprimands faintly in the distance, all mixed together in a mess.

Subconsciously, he wanted to get up and go out to have a look, but just as he sat on the edge of the bed, Ke Ya stopped him.

"Please stay here, Your Royal Highness."

The black-haired guard knelt in front of him and raised his hand to prevent him from getting out of bed.

"Stay here at least until I make sure it's safe around here."

Glancing at the cold dagger at the head of the bed, he nodded slightly and retracted his legs on the bed.

He watched Keya go out with his eyes open, and then stared at the tightly closed door in a daze.

After being in a daze for a while, probably feeling bored, he played with the beautiful dagger that had obviously been carefully carved again.

Suddenly missing, the dagger fell to the stone floor with a crisp impact sound, and rolled and hit an old wooden cabinet before stopping.

He hurriedly got out of bed to pick it up, not caring that he was still barefoot.

There was a creak, and I don't know if it was because of the slight impact just now or for other reasons. The door of the old wooden cabinet, which was obviously old, swung open.

A dilapidated and ancient stone slab was displayed in front of him.

The suddenly enlarged light purple eyes stared straight at the stone slab, forgetting everything else for a while.

A lifelike little monster was carved on the stone slab, an existence he was extremely familiar with.

"Chestnut balls..."

He murmured.

After looking at the dilapidated stone slab for a long while, he couldn't resist reaching out to touch the chestnut balls on the slate, and suddenly remembered that Keya would return at some point, so he closed the wooden cabinet door in a panic.

Why he panicked, he himself didn't know.

Just as he closed the wooden cabinet door, the door opened, and he turned around to see Ke Ya walking in.

The black-haired guard had an ugly expression on his face.

He looked at him, opened his mouth, and closed it again, looking very hard to speak.

He also looked back at him in bewilderment, not knowing what would cause the usually calm guard to show a embarrassed expression.

"His Royal Highness..."

The black-haired guard's voice was very low, but it was extremely clear in this empty room.

"Pharaoh was assassinated, on his way back from here."