Pharaoh

Looking at the back of Atum, who left because he had something to deal with, and then at the great priest who stayed beside him without saying a word after talking to the pharaoh, the young prince blinked. Blinking, he lowered his head, picked up the milky white porcelain bowl brought to him by the maid, and sipped the warm soup with a strong aroma.

He intentionally ate slowly to delay time, and then used the excuse that he hadn't finished his meal to let his elder brother leave first, but he didn't expect that the young king would leave, but he left Seth behind him. around.

He drank the soup slowly, calming down the irritability that had just surged up in his heart.

"Seth."

"Yes?"

If it was the past, even if the young priest who was left by the young king's side didn't say anything, his eyes would show dissatisfaction.

But Seth, who was standing beside him now, was guarding him tightly, refusing to give him the slightest personal time, and he didn't seem impatient at all.

"Where is the gold box at High Priest Simon?"

"..."

Seth didn't answer, but the eyes that looked at Wang Di clearly showed vigilance.

"Don't be nervous." The young Wangdi slowly drank the remaining half bowl of soup, "Since I know that I will die when I go back, I will not do that kind of stupid thing again. I am just a little curious, since the gold box is Simon The one brought back by the priest... In other words, he is also a direct bloodline of the royal family?"

"Lord Simon is your father's uncle, of course he is in the direct bloodline of the royal family."

"Does the High Priest have a high status?"

"Yes, Lord Simon is the high priest of the supreme sun god Ra in Egypt."

Yu Yu put down the porcelain bowl, pursed his lips, and suddenly laughed.

"Since he has such a high status... Seth, I'm very surprised, why do both father and brother trust him so much?"

Seth was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Brother Wang.

The violet pupils looked directly at him, with a half-smile, which made him unable to understand the color of the eyes.

"Although Lord Simon is a direct bloodline of the royal family, he is not a member of the royal family."

Seth replied, he naturally understands the hidden meaning in Brother Wang's words.

His eyes were fixed on Wang Di's face, trying to see what was on Yu Yu's face.

"What do you mean?"

"The high priest of the god is different from the high priest who assists the king. He cannot be contaminated with any secular power. Lord Simon was able to become the high priest of the sun god Ra because he gave up his royal status. That's why I said that he has royal blood, But he is not a member of the royal family." Seth whispered, "No matter how lofty his status is, he cannot interfere in Egypt's internal affairs. At the same time, those who become high priests have been approved by God, so even the king cannot interfere at will. The matter of the inheritance of the priests."

At this time, a maid came over from the side and carefully took away the little bit of cold thick soup left in front of Wang Di.

The maid blocked Seth's line of sight when she bent down, so he couldn't see the flash of light in the eyes of the young prince when he heard these words.

After the maid left, the young Wangdi stood up.

"Okay," he said, "I'm going back to my room."

Seth frowned, and immediately took a step forward. He said, "Brother Wang, the king told you just now that you should go to his place immediately after eating."

The violet pupils glanced at Seth, the game opened his lips to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

Knowing that even protesting is useless, I simply gave up arguing.

[If the same thing happens next time, you will still kill me, won't you? ] At that time, Atum did not answer.

He didn't need his answer either.

Or it doesn't matter what the answer is.

The other he is now the Pharaoh of Egypt.

He will never forget that again.

-

"Brother Wang, I want to go to Lower Egypt to succeed Osiris as High Priest."

The young prince who spoke astonishingly didn't seem to notice how oppressive and terrifying the atmosphere his words created in the room.

His words caught everyone off guard, and they could only look at him in surprise or in a daze.

Standing below, Seth's face changed slightly. At this moment, he immediately remembered the conversation between Wang Di and him a few days ago, but he didn't take it to heart even though he thought it was a bit strange at that time. After all, as long as Wang Di didn't mention the gold box things are fine.

original……

He clenched his fingers holding the golden scepter tightly.

The young Wangdi took a step back, avoiding the light brown hand that suddenly stretched out to him.

He took a few steps back again, looked around all the people in the room who were watching him, and a smile suddenly appeared on that immature face.

Yuyu turned around, passed Isis, and walked down.

Turning around again, the hand on his side was clenched into a fist, and then loosened. He lowered his head and refused to meet the sharp gaze that almost penetrated his body.

He took a deep breath—

Seth, who had been staring closely at the young prince, suddenly opened his eyes wide to the limit.

The silhouette of Wang Di standing in front of him was clearly reflected in those sky blue pupils.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the right knee of the king of Egypt gently touched the gorgeous and soft blanket on the ground.

He lowered his head, pressed the fingers of his right hand to the ground, and placed his left hand on his bent left knee.

Blonde hair fell from his side cheeks, hiding his sunken face in shadow.

"Brother, I am willing to give up all the rights of the Egyptian royal family and go to Lower Egypt to inherit the position of high priest of Osiris."

The whole room was dead silent, so quiet that only the sound of everyone's heavy breathing was heard.

No one spoke, perhaps because they were too stunned to say a word.

After all, what they saw was the young Wang brother kneeling down to his brother Wang for the first time.

Since the king's brother came to Egypt, he has never bowed to the pharaoh—and the young king was too lazy to argue with this young man who grew up among the common people and didn't know how to be polite. Despite the privilege of not kneeling, although some ministers or priests protested, they still died under the power of the Boy King.

"I am of royal blood, and my status is sufficient to inherit the position of high priest of Osiris."

The only one who dared to speak in such a tense and high-pressure atmosphere that almost collapsed was the younger brother who was the chief culprit who ignited the pharaoh's anger.

"Although the magic power is low, I will work hard to practice."

In this silent and deadly room, the young brother Wang didn't know whether he was too nervous or he didn't know the degree of danger at all, so he spoke one sentence after another completely on his own.

"I am willing to give up my royal status... I will always be in Lower Egypt."

He said, "Brother Wang, I am the best candidate."

Indeed, according to common sense, brothers who are also members of the Egyptian royal family are the best candidates for the high priest.

Not only does he have a noble enough status and innate magic power, but he can also use this to deprive him of his royal power.After all, once you become a high priest, you lose your right to inherit the throne.

Although these thoughts came to mind reflexively, the priestess standing beside the Pharaoh at the moment could only smile wryly.

Yes, according to common sense, Wang Di is the best candidate, everyone knows that.

but……

"Go back."

The voice of the Pharaoh of Egypt suddenly sounded, and the eyes of all those who were watching the kneeling younger brother subconsciously turned to the young king who spoke.

It's just that their eyes had just fallen on the young king, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and a heavy punch on the table frightened everyone's eyes away.

The innocent long table shook and made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

Everyone retracted their eyes and lowered their heads deeply.

"Retreat all!"

The young Pharaoh raised his voice and repeated his command once more.

This time, no one dared to hesitate any longer, they all lowered their heads and retreated quickly.

Isis, who finally exited the door, hesitated for a moment, closed the door, and turned his head to leave after instructing the guards outside the door not to allow anyone to enter.

In the room that fell silent for a moment, only the breathing of the two people remained.

The breathing of the young pharaoh was obviously much heavier because of the anger in his heart. He stared at the motionless brother kneeling below, and the anger in his eyes burned more and more hot.

He stood up and walked to his brother.

"stand up."

He said that the anger in his deep voice was almost uncontrollable and on the verge of erupting.

Even though the young king gave such an order, the young brother still remained silent.

He was still kneeling with his head down, his eyes fixed on the feet of the young king standing in front of him, motionless.The sunlight slanted in from the window and fell on his cheeks, making the expression on his face even more stubborn.

His intention was obvious, if Atum didn't agree, he would kneel down forever.

Scarlet eyes suddenly flashed a frightening look, and the young pharaoh leaned over and grabbed his brother's arm, and pulled the game up violently, regardless of the strength of his hand.

Holding tightly to the younger brother who had to stand up and staggered into his arms, the expression on Atum's handsome face at this moment was extremely terrifying.

Being hugged by him, You You didn't struggle, just stood with his head down and didn't speak.But the immature face illuminated by the sun was still very stubborn, and there was no trace of compromise.

Staring at the side cheek of his silent brother, the crimson pupils softened slightly.

He wanted to say something, but the game beat him to the point.

The young Wangdi looked up at him, his light purple pupils were bright and tough.

"Brother Wang, I want to go to Egypt..."

"Don't make me angry!"

A suppressed roar cut off Wang Di's words.

Clasping Yuyu's cheeks tightly in his beige hands, Atum forced his younger brother, who was about to bow his head in silence again, to raise his head and meet his gaze.

Sharp eyes with a hint of anxiety came out from the crimson pupils and landed on his brother's face.

"You can do whatever you want, but this is the only thing, just shut up."

"Brother Wang..."

"I will never allow—"

Before Yatum finished his sentence, the younger brother who had been standing quietly suddenly exerted strength.

Yuyu's outstretched hand violently pushed Atum away, and he himself took several steps back due to the reaction force before he stood still.

"I'm going to Egypt!"

He said, "Brother, you know how I came to Egypt."

Yugi took a step back, trying to put distance between them again, but his backed heels had already touched the wall.

He has no way back.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and confronted the young pharaoh without fear.

"I was brought here by the golden box, and that's not what I wanted."

The hands beside him were clenched into fists, and the young brother Wang shouted loudly to his brother Wang.

"From the beginning, I didn't come to Brother Wang's side voluntarily!"

The young Pharaoh's sudden raised hand made Yu Yu's body stiff, and subconsciously shrank his body and closed his eyes.

He raised his arms in front of his head reflexively, trying to retreat but was blocked by the wall behind him.

The expected pain did not come for a long time, Yu Yu slowly opened his eyes with some confusion.

Moving the arm in front of his head slightly, he carefully looked up.

The sunlight shining from behind the young pharaoh hid the expression on Atum's face standing in front of him in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

The young king's raised hand seemed to be frozen in mid-air, motionless.

Gold earrings hung down from the light brown cheeks, and the refracted light illuminated the corners of the young king's tightly pursed lips.

You Yu just glanced at it, when the hand that had stopped in mid-air suddenly stretched out, and the palm slammed on the wall next to his ear.

He was startled and subconsciously wanted to back up, but was once again blocked by the wall behind him.

The light brown arm stopped his cheek, together with the young king's body and the wall behind him formed a small space, imprisoning him in it.

Atum's left hand reached out to caress his cheek.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The young Pharaoh opened his mouth, staring at him with bright red pupils, like glowing red gemstones in the shadows.

The young Wangdi was silent for a while, then raised his right hand and gently placed it on the light brown wrist resting on his cheek.

His eyelashes drooped, half covering his eyes.

Just now he had a look of panic because he was taken aback, but at this moment he has completely calmed down.

"Brother Wang, you are the one you want, not me."

He said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The young Pharaoh stared at him silently, but he suddenly laughed.

"Forget that? Same as before?"

he asks.

"impossible."

He said, categorically.

"Brother Wang, I just want to ask you one question."

The voice of the young brother Wang was very low, his expression was a bit lost, and the eyes that fell on the young king's face were faintly traced with bitterness.

"I've been back for so long..."

he said, shaking his head slightly.

"'Excuse me'...I didn't hear it once..."

"I am the Pharaoh!"

Said the young Pharaoh, definitely.

He stared at his younger brother, the eyes of red flame pupils would almost burn people to ashes.

"There will be no mistakes in what I do!"

The young prince's breathing paused slightly.

He looked up at Atum, a smile slowly forming on his face.

"……I understand."

The smile on that immature face was soft, he said.

Even though the whole person was imprisoned in the cage created by the Pharaoh's physical advantage—but he stood and looked up at Yatum, his calm expression unaffected by the condescending power of the other party.

Under the blond hair, a faint light flashed across the young brother's half-covered violet pupils.

He looked at the pair of red pupils burning like flames, his eyes were extremely bright, but there was a faint trace of pain in them.

"To Brother Wang, your pride is more important than my life."

Even if he has really become the king's younger brother of Egypt, he is still him.

He's Muto Yuki, and that won't change.

Even if the pharaoh is offended again, and the same thing happens again, he will still do what he wants to do.

If he stayed in the royal capital, with the other him who is now the pharaoh, the same thing would happen again.

He'll just end up repeating the same mistakes.

"I'm going down to Egypt to become High Priest of Osiris!"

So this time, he will not put his life in the hands of Pharaoh again.

So this time, he will defend himself.