Pharaoh

The assassination of the pharaoh ended without a problem.

The young pharaoh stabbed an assassin to death with a sword in a brave gesture.

The bodyguard, who responded immediately, did not allow anyone to approach their Egyptian king.

Except for one person who was forced to confess, everyone else was chopped into pieces by the guards who came after hearing the news.

Even though he was safe and sound, the expressionless pharaoh who was splashed with the blood of the enemy was still carefully surrounded by frightened subordinates into the palace.

The Egyptian king who rushed over was stopped outside by the priest Seth under the pretext of being safe, and he didn't even want to go to the king to inform him.

In this regard, Asis maintained a casual wait-and-see attitude.

After realizing this, Mahat still couldn't see it, and went to report to the young Pharaoh himself.

Under the order of the young king, Priest Seth reluctantly let him go, and stood at the gate of the palace with a straight face, looking at the back of his disappearing brother.

At dinner time, the young Pharaoh, who was closely guarded in the palace all afternoon, became impatient and took his younger brother to the garden for dinner, ignoring the persuasive persuasion of his subordinates. Double the guards.

The pleasant landscape, the refreshing evening breeze and the finally quiet environment finally made the young Wang Shu unfurl his frown.

On the contrary, Wang Di, who was sitting next to him, seemed more and more worried.

"Why did this happen?"

He said, "You are obviously the king of Egypt, what if something happens to you in Egypt, why would anyone want to kill you."

The crimson pupils glanced at his younger brother, and the expression of the young pharaoh seemed to be used to it, and he didn't care.

In the past, probably those people would not act rashly no matter how much they hated him.

Because in the past, everyone thought that the father was the only prince, and he was the only direct bloodline of the royal family.

However, the appearance of Brother Wang will probably make those humble people more and more presumptuous.

"because I?"

"... Will you continue to encounter this kind of thing in the future?"

The other party's casual explanation made the boy's violet pupils tremble slightly.

He stared at the Pharaoh whose face was identical to his own, and curled up his hands tightly.

"Because of my appearance?"

"Hmph, they're just a few trash fish who don't have the guts to confront me head-on."

said the young Pharaoh, casually.

He casually stuffed a grape into his mouth, and the gold jewelry on his arm shone beautifully in the sunlight.

"As long as I'm dead, those cowardly wastes will be able to embrace you, who know nothing, on the throne."

"By controlling you to achieve the purpose of usurping the kingship of Egypt."

"That's all."

He said, with a look of disdain, and sneered at the group of people hiding in the dark.

Then, his gaze shifted back again.

The crimson pupils stared at his younger brother's hand on the stone floor.

He saw the fingers of that hand trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid." He said, "I won't blame you."

The hand trembled even more because of his words.

"I……"

The boy with trembling fingers raised his head and stared at him.

His face was pale, and his lips trembled very violently.

"...Brother Wang...I..."

"Do not……"

"Atum..."

Call him by his first name.

This rudeness made the young Pharaoh frown.

But seeing Brother Wang's frightened appearance in the dungeon, he still suppressed the scolding.

Sighing in his heart, he reached out and stroked his head, whispering,

"I said, I won't anger you."

"No... I meant to say..."

"I……"

The young man's lips also began to turn white gradually, trembling, and he slowly spoke words that stunned the young Pharaoh on the spot.

"I... am not your princely brother, Atum."

Will die.

If you speak out, you will be executed immediately.

He is a coward, so he has always been afraid of death.

However, if you don't tell the truth──

The hand that was caressing his head froze in the air as if time stood still.

After a long time, the young Pharaoh spoke.

I don't know whether it was because of surprise or anger, even the voice was lowered a lot.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know." The boy smiled wryly, "I really have no blood relationship with you."

Sorry, another me.

Living in a peaceful age, I have no idea what your so-called troubles and dangers are.

Breaking into your world recklessly, doing things that put you in danger by being self-righteous.

So, even if I was executed, I deserve it.

"It's ok?"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he clasped the opponent's jaw with his fingers and lifted it forcefully.

The young pharaoh gazed at a face that was nearly identical to his own.

"Then what's going on with this!"

"It's just a coincidence."

The boy whose jaw was forcibly raised looked directly at the crimson pupils filled with ice-cold anger, and answered firmly.

"Everything I said before was a lie and a lie. I have nothing to do with you at all!"

"I am not a prince of Egypt, nor do I have Egyptian royal blood! I have absolutely no right to inherit any throne."

"So—"

"To shut up."

With a low shout, heavy anger was hidden in the low voice.

The young Wang Ruili's eyes seemed to tear the person in front of him apart.

"The blood of the noble Egyptian royal family... Do you think you are right, or you are not?"

The young king said that his coercive eyes were aggressive.

"Do you really think that anyone will believe the crappy lies you made up in front of me and the priest?"

"Your self-righteous life experience, as long as you send someone to investigate, you will know that you are lying."

The young Pharaoh looked down at his younger brother with a condescending gaze.

"I won't expose you, just because compared to your royal blood, your origin and past are irrelevant."

He looked at the young king at every step at a loss, not quite understanding the meaning of his words, and he didn't have time to understand.

Now he just wants to explain the misunderstanding of blood relationship as soon as possible.

He took a step forward, grabbed the opponent's arm anxiously, and looked up at Wang, who was a head taller than himself.

"But, listen to me, I'm not at all—"

"You are."

It was still a low and steady voice, neither urgent nor urgent.

Boldly interrupted his voice.

Wang's clear and crisp language is beyond doubt.

"The golden cabinet and golden building blocks are tokens given by the sun god to his child, the king of Egypt, on the earth, with the blessing of the sun god."

"Anyone who touches these two treasures will be cursed by the pharaohs of all ages if they are not of the noble blood of the Egyptian royal family."

"His body will rot from the hands to the bones."

Let the other party grasp his arm tightly, but the young king never scolded the other party for his rudeness.

The most important thing now is to let his younger brother realize the fact that he is noble.

The pure blood of the Egyptian royal family has withered, and there are only two people left in this generation, and they must not be allowed to wander outside.

"Didn't you realize that no one dares to touch your golden cabinet except me?"

"If it wasn't for the golden cabinet, do you really think that it would be such a joke for me to recognize my younger brother?"

Why on that day, as the king of Pharaoh, the other one did not ask the guards to present it, but stepped down from the throne, took it away and looked at the golden box in his arms.

Why that day, the fiery eyes of countless priests fell on the golden box in his arms, but no one dared to take half a step closer.

Why that day, another him once handed him the golden building block on his neck to touch.

Why on that day, no one proposed to protect the golden cabinet tightly but let him take it away and place it in the room at will.

──Except for the blood of the noble Egyptian royal family, no one dares to touch this sacred object, causing the wrath of God and the curse of the pharaohs of all ages──

"No matter what you are hiding, it is an undeniable fact that you have the blood of the royal family."

"With the recognition of the golden relic and the witness of all the priests, you are the prince of Egypt, the son of the great King Aknamkano, and my younger brother."

"No one can refute that, not even yourself."

The fingers holding the young Pharaoh's arm became more and more stiff, and he looked blankly at the pair of crimson eyes.

The eyes are more serious than anything else, and there is no room for deception.

The other one he said was right, he couldn't even believe the lies he made up, and he never thought of being able to deceive anyone.

After all, not all Egyptians are fools.

But he was able to safely become a younger brother who is under one person and above ten thousand people. He had been baffled by this for a long time and he couldn't figure out the reason.

However, no one questioned it, and he was naturally happy to pretend to be confused.

Since they admitted that they are the princes of Egypt, why should they expose this layer of paper windows.

"wrong……"

Repeating these two words again, he couldn't think of anything else to say.

By now, he didn't know how to explain it.

"It's not like this!"

"Gold cabinet or something... I'm not the prince of Egypt! Definitely not your brother!"

He was a little incoherent.

"...A DNA test will tell you... Even if we test our blood type... No, it's not right... What should we do in ancient times..."

The young king stared at his flustered expression, and a trace of confusion flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Why do you refuse to acknowledge the noble blood flowing in your body?"

"Your behavior, can I understand it as giving up the right to inherit the throne because I am afraid that they will continue to assassinate me?"

The young Pharaoh frowned.

There was doubt in his questioning tone.

"I don't understand."

"Why are you afraid?"

"Once I die, you are the only one qualified to inherit the throne of Egypt."

The Boy King narrated a matter that he took for granted in a calm and calm manner.

He narrated the cruel reality more than anything else in a natural tone.

"You should be the one who wants me to die the most."

The violet-hued pupils shrank for a moment.

The young man who was almost incoherent and desperately confided opened his mouth slightly, and the expression on his face froze at that moment.

Those eyes stared straight at the young pharaoh, as if he saw the most terrifying existence in the world.

Those eyes, which were originally big and round, became even bigger and terrifying at this moment.

Then, very slowly, he bowed his head.

Those wide-eyed eyes were slowly half-closed, gradually hidden in his forehead hair as he lowered his angle.

He also let go of the hands that tightly held the boy king's arms.

As if he had exhausted all his strength just now, he stood there with his head lowered, his whole body like a ghost seemed more and more unreal.

"I was wrong……"

He said, very softly.

There was a calm expression on his face as if he had given up everything so that nothing mattered anymore.

"So it was my mistake."

"You...are not an 'other me'."