Pharaoh

Chapter 14

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

The young Pharaoh looked at the face of his brother in front of him who suddenly became extremely calm and tired, but the confusion in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to stop the boy who seemed to be turning around and leaving.

As if aware of his next move, the boy who had already half turned around suddenly turned around.

Suddenly outstretched hands rested on his chest.

With a slightly bent body, arms stretched out as hard as possible, and open palms pressed against the chest of the young pharaoh.

Because the boy tried his best to keep the distance away, the boy king's hand reaching for his shoulder was blocked a little away from his shoulder.

He seems to be using the distance of his arms to keep the distance between each other.

"So far."

The voice of the young man with an immature face has always been refreshing, with a bright and crisp sound that only belongs to young men.

Like the wind blowing over the Nile at dawn.

The low sound at this moment made his voice lower by several tones.

The weird modulation, like the sound of a strange string being plucked suddenly.

Probably because he also noticed this strangeness, he fell silent.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head.

A childish baby face looked up at the young pharaoh, still the bright smiling face.

"Because Brother Wang was assassinated... It was shocking, so he said a lot of strange things."

He straightened up and retracted his hand on the opponent's chest.

The younger brother Wang, who had the same smiling face as usual, took a step back without any trace, and once again opened the distance between them.

"I'm probably too tired."

Take another step back.

"Brother Wang, I'm going back to rest first."

"Have I allowed you to leave?"

The young Pharaoh stood motionless, watching his performance with cold eyes.

Just when he thought he was about to escape, one sentence cut off his thoughts.

The distance he tried his best to open disappeared just because the young king took a step forward.

"I hate being fooled."

"Tell me, what did you mean by those words just now?"

The wrist of his left hand was grabbed abruptly, and his body was pulled mercilessly by the other party, making him stagger a step forward, almost crashing into the other party's arms.

He tried his best to stabilize his pace, leaned back, and finally kept a little distance from the boy king's body.

The left hand tried to struggle, and the tighter the grip seemed to be pressing on the bones, the more he felt the pain that seemed to be broken.

He looked up into those crimson pupils.

The young pharaoh looked down at him, condescending.

It was the gaze of the king of Egypt, aloof.

No, supreme.

He lowered his head again, suddenly feeling ridiculous.

Pharaoh is not another him.

Such a simple fact, he actually only now understands it.

The other one was already dead, and he sent it into the gate of the underworld with his own hands, and he watched the back of the other one disappear into the light with his own eyes.

And now he is so stupid that he regards the shadow in front of him as his existence.

"It's better not to come near me, isn't it, Brother Wang."

he said, in a low voice.

"If you die, I can become Pharaoh."

"...that's what you told me."

He lowered his head slightly, the top of his head reached the young king's chin.

His blond hair hung down, messy over his eyes.

At this moment, the two are very close.

Occasionally, the flying hair on his forehead could slide across the young king's cheek.

From the lowered gaze of the young Pharaoh, only the lower half of his brother's face could be seen.

I saw the lips on the lower half of the face rising slowly.

"Your defense is not enough."

"Or do you think that a useless brother like me cannot pose any threat to you?"

At some point, a sharp metal-cold aura hit the pharaoh's lower abdomen.

Feeling abnormal, he frowned and looked down at the dagger pressed against his lower abdomen.

That was the weapon he gave Wangdi to protect himself.

He heard his brother laugh softly.

Then, slowly lift your head up.

At the same time, the sharp dagger was slowly moving upwards.

Finally, when the two looked at each other again.

The dagger was also fixed on the young king's collarbone, and with a little force, it could cut his neck.

"You are dead, and I am the Pharaoh."

He said in a very low voice.

Smiling, he pierced the young pharaoh's left shoulder with the murder weapon as if joking.

Dark red blood seeped out along the shining blade.

The young king remained motionless, he watched him stabbing the sword into his body, and saw the blood flowing from his shoulder, his stern face was not moved at all.

"The blood of the pharaoh...do you know what price you will pay?"

It seems to be a question sentence, but it is an affirmative tone.

In ancient Egypt, the pharaoh was the incarnation of the god.

He is supreme, and no one can disrespect him.

Blasphemy is an unforgivable sin.

Looking at the bloodstains on his shoulder, the young king said that although his face was expressionless, his crimson pupils burning with ice-cold flames did not conceal his anger.

The golden eyes of Horus refracted a strange light, which made the eyes full of majesty look more and more coercive.

The golden hair flew up in the wind and air, as if being stirred up by the youthful king's anger.

It was the wrath of the Pharaoh who made the whole land of Egypt tremble.

It's just that the person who faces everything directly has no fear.

He held his head up, and the sun fell on the face that was exactly the same as the boy king.

All along, compared to the majesty of the young king, that face looks much more immature.

It's just that at this moment, it seems that there is something more than usual and it looks strange.

He was smiling, his eyes crooked, unrestrained.

It is obviously the same person, same face, and same smile as the boy who hugged the boy king and acted like a baby when he was sick──

That's what makes it all the more weird.

His current smile seemed to have completely lost the warmth of the sun in an instant, and it seemed even more hypocritical.

"The price? What do you want?"

He raised the dagger. In fact, the tip of the sword did not penetrate the young king's skin very deeply, but only broke the skin a little.

A little blood oozed out.

Obviously, he never intended to do anything dangerous from the start.

"Weapons can be used in two ways."

"One, protect yourself."

"The second type..."

Breaking away the hand that was clenching his left wrist, he stuffed the sharp dagger handle into the young pharaoh's hand.

"Kill your enemies."

He clasped the opponent's hand holding the dagger tightly with both hands, and the point of the sword was facing his chest.

"I'm dead, you're safe, Brother Wang."

He said, the voice became softer, and the usually big eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, making them look more slender, giving people a sense of disobedience and wonder, but for some reason there was a kind of inability to look away from him. attraction.

It seemed to be a docile and lovely domestic cat, but it suddenly regained the wild courage inherited from the ancient ancestors and was extremely dangerous and aggressive. It erected its hair defensively and stretched out its sharp claws──

"Are you ordering me?"

The Young King's brows furrowed, and the eyes that stared at the other party seemed to be piercing with sharp knives.

Suddenly throwing away the other party's hands holding his right hand, he threw the dagger aside casually.

He raised his hand to gently wipe away the little blood on his shoulder, silently looked at the blood on his fingertips for a while, then raised his gaze to the opposite side.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

He said, staring at this existence that might be called the only relative in the world with indifferent eyes.

The crimson pupils flashed a cold light, with a hint of anxiety.

His younger brother didn't make a sound, but just stared at him.

The fiery crimson pupils and the violet-toned eyes faced each other without flinching, as if a fierce battle could be felt in the air due to the contact of eyes.

At the moment when the air seemed to be stretched to its limit and was about to explode──

The young boy with an immature face suddenly laughed.

He laughed out loud, like a feat of mischief.

"Just kidding, Brother Wang, you are too serious."

He glanced at the dagger thrown to the ground by the boy king.

"But to be honest, it's better not to keep such dangerous things on me. Otherwise, your guards will have a headache."

He raised his head, smiled and rolled his eyes, as if he had turned back into the docile and lovely house cat that he used to be in an instant.

"Really, nothing happened~~"

"I am really sleepy, so I will leave first."

He shrugged, looking nonchalant.

Turning around, it seemed that she really planned to pretend that nothing happened and leave.

It's just at the last moment when the movement of turning around is completely completed.

The blond hair at the temples curled up in the air because of the sharp turn around, and the corners of the extremely narrowed eyes were faintly exposed under the hair.

From the corners of those lavender-toned eyes cast a last glance at the young Pharaoh.

One point weird, three points dark, very cold.

Properly raising his head to take a panoramic view of this look, the heart of the young king, who should have been irritated by his brother's sudden and inexplicable behavior, was instantly filled with burning anger.

Too much indulgence to make that guy forget about respect and order.

A ferocious gaze flashed across his jewel-like crimson pupils, like the king of the forest whose authority was challenged in the jungle.

Lawless.

Rebellious.

Anyone who injures the pharaoh's noble body will be punished with death.

This is the law code of Egypt.

Stride forward, easily catch up with the opponent's footsteps.

His outstretched hand once again easily grasped the slender wrist that had been bruised from his oppression just now.

pull back hard

The rough and powerful force easily pulled back the thin body of his so-called younger brother.

The face that was almost exactly like her turned around to face him due to force majeure.

The crimson eyes that were originally occupied by angry flames suddenly opened wide because of the master's momentary astonishment.

The young pharaoh's mind froze for an instant.

He saw it.

A face stained with misery by a mess of tears.

"The dead should go back to the place of death."

"I do not regret."

"Maybe it will feel lonely at first, but you will get used to it."

"What should be forgotten, will be forgotten."

I thought I could forget.

"Card duel?... I don't want to play anymore."

"Probably because I'm at the top, I always feel bored if I don't have any pursuits."

"Haha, it has nothing to do with the other me."

"Even if he's gone, I'm still me."

I thought I didn't care.

"Huh? I won't feel so lonely."

"After all, we are two people."

"There is always a banquet in the world, isn't it? No matter how good the relationship is, I and the other me can't be together forever."

"One has to face reality."

"I was already ready to separate from the other me."

opinionated.

Self-deception.

The eyes that were forcibly turned around to meet the boy king were already blurred.

The corners of the lips that had been bitten white were trembling, forcing all the sounds back into the throat.

The young man who walked so heartlessly just a second ago seemed to have exhausted his entire life in the moment he turned his head.

Let the young pharaoh tighten his aching wrist.

His knees fell limply to the ground.

He lowered his head, not wanting the people in front of him to see his tear-stained and miserable face.

──You have surpassed me, buddy──

Another me, tell me.

when you promised me to be your opponent

When you watch me resuscitate the dead into the golden cabinet

when i ordered the magician to attack you

When you walk into the gate of the underworld without looking back

When I relied on your tenderness to hurt you again and again...

What kind of expression are you looking at me with?

──You should be the one who wants me to die the most──

Is this what you passed on to me through the mouth of this stranger with your face in front of me?

The only free right palm was pressed against the blue slate that was scalding hot in the sun, and the fingertips tightened little by little.

Tears rolled out of the violet pupils of the weeping boy, dripping water stains on the slate.

The blurry tears in his eyes made him unable to see everything in front of him clearly.

──Goodbye, partner──

Another me, tell me.

What should I do to see you again.

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