Pharaoh

The breeze flies lightly over the turquoise blue Nile River surface with water ripples, bringing a touch of moisture.

It skimmed over, and slid lightly over the porcelain-colored cheeks of the young boy who was sleeping soundly lying on the white rock, driving the golden hair that was softly attached to the cheeks to fly up for a moment.

The shadow cast by the lush tree crown shook a few times at the same time, so the light spots falling on the young man's face through layers of tender green leaves also shook unsteadily.

The boy slept soundly, and the sound of his long and steady breathing alternated rhythmically with his steadily rising and falling chest.

That already immature face now took on a childlike and innocent look, and there was a little baby fat on the white and soft cheeks, making it even more itchy and unbearable to hold back.

Someone is coming in this direction.

The rays of the sun, which had been slowly setting towards the west, slanted down, casting a rather long shadow on the man's feet.

The dense shade of the tree completely hides the face of the person coming from the backlight in the shadow of the tree, making it difficult to see the person's face.

Looking at the figure, it looks like a young teenager.

He just got closer.

Two crackles——

Two pink and tender babies suddenly appeared in the air out of thin air, standing between him and the sleeping Wangdi, blocking his footsteps.

Two pairs of big round eyes that looked extremely cute were staring at him vigilantly at this moment, but there was a faint trace of coldness that humans would not have.

The corners of his lips, which were mostly covered by the shadow of the tree, seemed to rise slightly, and the gold earrings in the shape of the talisman of life swayed on his white cheeks, reflecting pure golden light.

The man's curved lips moved, but he didn't know what he said.

The little swordsman and the little magician looked at each other.

The little magician tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, thought carefully, and then backed away.

And the little swordsman, who had human memory and didn't like the human in front of him, had a baby face and seemed a little unhappy, but after hesitating for a while, he finally reluctantly stepped aside.

He sat down next to the young Wangdi who was soundly asleep, and the slanting sunlight made his shadow fall on Wangdi's body.

He tilted his head to watch the game for a while, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking on his face, which was mostly covered by shadows.

Then, he leaned down slightly.

With his outstretched hand, he gently brushed away the golden hair that was scattered in the corner of You Yu's eyes in a mess by the wind.

The golden eyes hanging from his chest dangled on Yuyu's head, reflecting a ray of golden light from the sunlight penetrating through the shade of the trees.

The corners of his lips illuminated by the refracted light lifted up, with a slight smile as soft as the rippling water of the Nile River around him.

Then he stood up.

The forehead, which was blown by the strong wind from the Nile River, slid across his face that looked more handsome and bright under the sun.

The shadow cast by the light white cloak flying up flew across the face of the young prince.

He got up and strode away without looking back.

In the distance, a servant who looked like a tall and thin young man was waiting with two steeds.

Arden got on his horse and reached out to pat the mane on the horse's neck.

The attendant glanced back, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"You obviously made an appointment with Brother Wang... just leave without saying anything, is that okay?"

The dark eyes stared ahead of him, and a cloud-like trace passed deep in the pupil.

"That's fine."

He replied, looking up at the blue sky.

The dazzling sun was shining directly down from the sky, and his bright pupils were slightly bent and narrowed.

On that handsome face full of sunshine, there was still that soft smile.

Then, he closed his eyes.

When it opened again, the eyes looking at the land in the distance revealed a sharp brilliance.

On that day, he confronted the Pharaoh and the three great priests with his own strength, and he was alone and weak.

If the opponent is serious, he is definitely not an opponent.

But at that time, the young Pharaoh didn't do anything to him.

"A life for a life."

The moment they passed by, Atum's deep voice came.

He naturally understands.

He helped Atum once in that trap in the catacombs, so now Atum lets him go.

A life for a life.

clean.

See you next time, the enemy of life and death.

This is the fate that the two of them decided upon birth.

just don't know...

At that time, will the game draw a sword against itself for the pharaoh?

...using the little clumsy swordsmanship that I taught him by holding his hand.

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The young Wangdi slept soundly.

The whole body seemed to be surrounded by the sun, it was warm, and a sense of laziness emerged from his limbs, making him feel that his bones had become soft.

This comfortable and lazy satisfaction made him not want to open his eyes.

Something stuck to his forehead, the soft feeling of human skin with warm heat, as if someone was stroking his head.

He barely opened his lazy eyes a thin slit.

What appeared in his blurred vision was a familiar handsome face.

And the familiar soft and warm eyes that fell on his face like tiny flames surrounded by palms.

"……another me……"

Why don't you sleep?

Sometimes, he would wake up in the middle of the night.

When you open your eyes, you will see another him sitting on the edge of the bed watching him and smiling at him.

He always wanted to ask the second sentence.

But he often couldn't resist the drowsiness that swept over him like this, and closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again in the warmth of the hand gently stroking his head.

He was never afraid of having nightmares.

Because he knew that no matter how terrible the nightmare was, as long as he opened his eyes, that person would be by his side.

Just muttering a little like this, he habitually closed his eyes.

He originally wanted to tell the other person that he just had a long, long dream, but the tiredness welling up from the depths of his body made him lazily unwilling to wake up.

Sleep a little longer.

he thinks.

Sleep for a while, and when you wake up, you will tell the other him all about this long, long dream.

……

wrong--

Lying on the white and soft big bed, the young Wangdi suddenly opened his violet eyes wide.

The first thing he saw was not the pair of soft and warm pupils with the same color tone as him in his memory.

Beside him, the young pharaoh stared at him coldly with his bright crimson pupils under the condescending aura of the superior.

Except for the skin color, the face is exactly the same, but at this moment, I can only feel the strong courage that is completely opposite to the memory, which makes people want to curl up into a ball.

Immediately, a drop of cold sweat fell down Brother Wang's cheeks.

"Wang, Brother Wang..."

Being stared at fiercely by those fiery crimson jewel-like pupils, Yu Yu's mouth became a little knotted.

He... didn't do anything wrong, did he?

The game is so pondering.

Yes, he obviously did nothing wrong, but this feeling of guilt gushing from the bottom of his heart is...

The young brother Wang moved his big eyes flexibly a few times, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He secretly glanced around again out of the corner of his eye, only then did he realize that he had already returned to the palace.

He hesitated for a moment, glanced at Atum, and spoke softly.

"I remember sleeping outside..."

"I carried you back."

The young Pharaoh interrupted him.

He raised his head slightly, relying on his height advantage to look down on his younger brother from a height, with undisguised displeasure in his crimson eyes.

On that stern face, it clearly showed 'Do you dare to have an opinion? 'A few large characters.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

The young prince shut up simply, and blinked at Atum with his big light purple eyes.

With an expression on his face that I am very obedient and obedient, he expressed to the Boy King that he would never dare to have any dissatisfaction or opinions.

It's just that he was a little more honest, and suddenly there was another burst of tiredness, which made him unable to help but reach out and rub his eyes vigorously.

He yawned a lot, and he also became puzzled, seeing that it was getting dark outside, and he had slept all afternoon, why did he still feel that he didn't get enough sleep?

Seeing Brother Wang's sleepy expression, the displeasure in the crimson pupils softened slightly, revealing a trace of helplessness.

The young king stretched out his hand and hugged his younger brother.

"Sleepy?"

Touching the soft hair of the person in his arms, Atum asked in a low voice.

"I didn't intend to come back too late."

Although he said in a fit of anger that he wanted to stay outside, but as an Egyptian king who fully understood the temperament of the king, he knew in his heart that if he really dared to stay out at night, he would be wanted by his brother in the city.

"Just accidentally fell asleep..."

He explained in a low voice, because his upper body was hugged, so his cheek was pressed against Atum's warm chest.

The heat came through, it was warm, but it made me a little more sleepy. Brother Wang half closed his eyes, with a relaxed expression on his face, remembering that Atum asked him if he was sleepy just now, so he gently nodded.

When he nodded, the cheek against Atum's chest just rubbed lightly against the collarbone that was exposed without the gold pectoral.

The tip of the hair against his cheek brushed lightly, making him feel a little itchy, but his whole body was lazy, and he was too lazy to raise his hand, so he couldn't help rubbing his cheek again, and then Rub lightly.

I just felt that it was no longer itchy and comfortable, so I let out a long breath.

This shallow, steamy breath gently slid across the supple light brown skin of the Boy King like a tickle.

Brother Wang actually didn't mean anything else, it's just that he was too sleepy so his movements and reactions were a little slow.

He can guarantee that what he does is completely subconscious and has no other meaning.

But the whole series of actions looks like a little kitten that got into trouble and is coquettish and rolling around in the arms of its angry owner. It makes people angry and funny, but because it is so cute, it is so cute that it is reluctant to scold it and even more reluctant to hit it. one time.

Yatum, who thought he was the target of being coquettish, glared dissatisfiedly at his brother who he thought was being coquettish to him.

Even if he said that he would allow Brother Wang to act like a baby to him, it would be too...

It suddenly emerges from the depths of the body inadvertently, as if the muscles and bones were gently scratched by soft feathers, revealing a little comfort and satisfaction, but it seems that it is indescribable that it urgently needs to be filled because of dissatisfaction. A strange feeling of being overrun by a vast discomfort.

Because he didn't like this feeling that he couldn't control, the boy king had a displeased look on his light brown face.

Brother Wang, who was glared at by the young king, looked back with innocent eyes.

That look couldn't be more real.

Because he really didn't know what Atum was angry at all.

If you know...

behave in a spoiled manner?

I didn't do that kind of thing!

If he could know what his brother Wang was thinking at this moment, brother Wang would definitely roar like this.