Pharaoh

The fiery red light of the setting sun covered the land of Egypt with a light layer of bright red light like blood, and the half of the dimmed sky made this layer of ominous light even more abrupt.

At sunset, the sky was dim, and the ground was covered with red light.

When the strong wind blows, the dead leaves on the dry branches rustled all over the ground, and then were rolled up again, flying away without a trace.

The little child squatted on the ground, staring at the motionless man lying on the ground with wide eyes.

The man closed his eyes, breathing weakly, as if he could take in that breath at any time and never let it out again.

A bright red liquid like the setting sun flowed out from under the man, and gradually seeped to the feet of the child squatting beside him.

The child flinched, staring at this strange man with big eyes, a little frightened, a little nervous, but more hesitation and struggle.

[Leave... Get out of here quickly! 】

The man's right hand hangs limply by his side, a gold ornament that shines beautifully in pure gold in the sun, making it impossible for the child squatting carefully beside the man to take his eyes off of it.

To him, that was the most beautiful existence he had ever seen since he was born.

The struggle in the child's eyes gradually turned into determination, and he slowly stretched out his hand, reaching for the unbelievably beautiful gold ornament.

[Can't take it!Stop it! 】

The child's small dark brown hands tightly grasped the shining golden key——

【asshole!If you take it—]

The dark brown pupils suddenly widened to the limit in the darkness, and the sound of heavy breathing echoed endlessly in this narrow and dilapidated room.

The sweat oozing from the dark brown forehead soaked the gray hair sticking to the cheeks, adding to the embarrassment.

Diabondo stared blankly at the dilapidated roof full of cobwebs with his wide-opened eyes. He seemed to have not recovered from the nightmare, and the muscles on his otherwise handsome face were distorted at this moment. It was terrible, and even the scar on his right cheek looked even more terrifying.

The gray hair soaked in sweat was messily stuck to his cheeks and neck, and there were traces of wetness on his skin.

Although his gaze was looking straight up at the sky, his pupils were a little loose, and he couldn't see any focus.

The hands placed by his side clenched into fists at some point, as if he had exhausted all the strength in his arms, and the stretched veins could be faintly seen on the back of his hands.

Diabondo's chest heaved violently with his heavy breathing.

He originally wanted to calm himself down and relax through violent panting, but there seemed to be something heavy on his chest that made him unable to adjust his messy breathing rate at all.

Instead, every time he took a deep breath, he felt more and more pressure and restraint on his chest...

and many more.

A weight on your chest?

Diabondo, who sensed something was wrong, bowed his head.

The first thing reflected in his dark brown pupils was a fluffy head, and the upper half of its owner was firmly pressed against his chest—that was what made him feel that his chest was under heavy pressure and he couldn't breathe. the culprit.

The boy who was completely regarded as a commodity by him was sleeping soundly at the moment, but his sleeping position was extremely indecent.I don't know exactly how he did it, but his upper body was pressed against his chest, half of his legs stretched out from the edge of the bed, and he was half hanging in the air, swaying.

An arm was pressing heavily on his throat, which also became the source of his breathing difficulties.

Staring at the guy who caused him to have nightmares but fell asleep, Diabondo's forehead burst into blue veins.

Plop - sound

The displeased Master Diabondo simply kicked the guy who hindered his sleep out of the bed, didn't bother to speak, pulled the thin bedding and yawned, turned around and decided to monopolize the narrow bed.

After solving the culprit that made him sleep unsteadily and having nightmares in the middle of the night, he planned to sleep well again... although there was already a little light of dawn outside.

"Um...it hurts..."

Kicked out of bed by a solid foot and fell a messy game and rubbed the painful place from the fall.

His eyes hadn't been opened yet, half open, his immature face was in a daze, and there was no sign of sobriety at all.

"Huh... did you fall down again..."

Sleepy and dazed, he didn't realize that he was kicked down.

Because I was used to sleeping on the giant bed of the Pharaoh that could accommodate seven or eight people, it was a bit uncomfortable to sleep on this narrow stone bed, let alone two people sleeping squeezed together.In the first half of the night, he almost tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and almost fell off several times. After most of the night, he was so sleepy that he managed to fall asleep.

At this moment, half awake and half asleep, he still thought that he had turned over and fell down by himself again, so he muttered a few words casually, closed his eyes in a daze, and crawled on the bed again.

It only felt narrow when I climbed up, so I wanted to drill inside.

Feeling cold again, I happened to put a soft and warm thing on my face. Intuitively, it was a large pillow, so I just stuck it on it and refused to let it go.

I closed my eyes and put my face on it, I just felt warm and comfortable, I don't know how much better than the hard and squishy stone bed under me, so I rubbed it contentedly, and fell asleep again as soon as I relaxed.

And here, Diabondo was lying on his side with his back to the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and preparing for sleep, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him.

The vigilance that had been formed for a long time was immediately heightened. As soon as he lifted the quilt, he turned around and was about to sit up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw the guy who was kicked off the bed just now climbed up again at some point, stretching out his hand towards him in the darkness.

As soon as he frowned, he raised his hand in a quick reaction, and the cold light of the thin, sharp blade came out from between his fingers with a swish.

Diabondo pursed his lips, as if he wanted to drink.

Yuyu hugged Diabondo with his outstretched hands, pressed his whole face against his chest, and rubbed his face a few times with satisfaction because of the warm feeling.

Diabondo froze in place.

His bladed hand was still raised in mid-air.

His mouth was still open for a shout.

However, after the culprit who caused everything hugged him, he didn't move any more, he just buried his head in his chest, breathing evenly and lightly.

Diabondo suddenly felt a little grief and indignation from the bottom of his heart.

Isn't this guy planning to sneak attack himself and escape?

He suffocated all his energy and prepared to give this guy a lesson that he would never forget for the rest of his life... In the end, he mustered all his energy, but he couldn't find a place to use it. Instead, he suffocated himself half to death.

He was already fully prepared to fight, but this guy actually went to sleep on his own, you bastard!

At this moment, there is a long-lost sense of frustration in Diabondo's heart.

He was hailed by the villagers as a devilish guy who could eat human flesh raw, and he always threatened that guy, but why wasn't that guy afraid of him at all?

Diabondo thought about it carefully, and then confirmed that his attitude towards him was no different from that of others.

Well, it's not me who has the problem, it can only be this strange guy.

He made the above judgment wisely.

It's better for this kind of guy with brain problems to stay away.

Thinking of this, Diabondo immediately reached out and grabbed Yuyu's head, trying to tear him away from himself.

However, what surprised him was that no matter how hard he tried, this thin guy, who he could usually handle with one hand, couldn't break it apart no matter how hard he tried.

Of course, this probably has something to do with the fact that he is being hugged so his hands are not working hard.

"Hey……"

no response.

"Hey!"

Still no response.

Once again, blue veins appeared on Master Diabondo's head.

This time, it was more clear and obvious than last time.

"You bastard! Let go!"

He desperately wanted to tear the guy who was holding him like an octopus away.

"I heard that there are no bastards! Get up—get up for my uncle immediately!"

The Egyptian prince, who was sleeping soundly like a piglet, turned a deaf ear to the huge roar that almost shook the dilapidated little house, and his only reaction was to hug Diabondo even tighter.

The corner of Diabondo's mouth twitched, and then again.

He had the urge to stab the blade between his fingers directly and fiercely.

But considering the great value of the young man in his arms and his future glory and wealth... He forcefully held back the breath, stretched out his hand and patted the young man in his arms hard on the cheek with a stinky face.

"Hey! Did you hear that! Don't pretend to be dead for me! Get up quickly!"

Because of being slapped on the face, the sleeping game finally moved.

He opened his eyes in a daze, loosened the arm holding Diabondo a little, stepped back a little, raised his head, and glanced at Diabondo's face which was difficult to see to a certain extent.

Then he yawned and looked down again.

His arms hugged the soft, warm and comfortable pillow again, and he swung his head left and right, as if adjusting his position to find the most comfortable position.

"You guy-"

Diabondo was on the verge of going crazy.

"Well... a little while..."

The game made an indistinct sound, and rubbed its tender cheek against Diabondo's warm clothes on his chest.

Hmm~~ What a warm pillow~~

"I'll just get up...let me sleep for a while...for a while..."

He muttered a few words, and fell asleep again habitually like every time he stayed in bed, no matter how much Diabondo pulled him, he didn't respond.

Diabondo held his breath in his throat, unable to go up or down.

The dark brown pupils stared viciously at the fluffy head pressed against his chest, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

Inhale, exhale.

He pressed one hand on half of his face, with an unbearable look on his face.

He began to doubt once again the correctness of his actions to bring this guy back.

This is definitely a big trouble!

Forget it.

Sleepy, sleep!

Diabondo let out a sigh of relief again, and decisively decided to close his eyes and go to sleep.

Humph.

Wait for my uncle.

I'll settle the bill with you tomorrow!

It's just that Diabondo, who is secretly ruthless in his heart at this moment, doesn't know that his so-called tomorrow will sadly continue until tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow's endless tomorrow...

The rising sun rose from the horizon, and its brilliance shone across the land of Egypt.

Small golden rays of light penetrated through the cracks in the roof of this dilapidated house, and fell on the two sleeping teenagers curled up on a narrow stone bed.

The light fell on the dark brown-skinned young man's cheeks, perhaps because he felt that the light was too dazzling, his eyelashes flickered, a slight muffled sound came out from his nose, and his sideways body moved accordingly.

As soon as he moved, something in his chest suddenly fell out of the loose white linen clothes and was exposed to the beam of sunlight.

Its tip just touched the chest of Yugi, who was sleeping soundly next to Diabondo.

The moment the tip of the golden key touched the golden life talisman imprint on the chest of the king of Egypt, a light red light covering the golden sunlight suddenly shone——

-

The radiance of the fiery red sunset coated the land of Egypt with a reddish hue, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

You Yu raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then managed to open his eyes under the dazzling fiery red sun.

Here is... where?

Great groves of trees rustled and swayed in the fiery sunset wind.

The fiery feeling spread in the air, further promoting the inexplicable agitation.

Yugi walked forward aimlessly, looking around in confusion, this was a completely strange place, he couldn't remember how he got here.

A sudden refracted golden light made Yu You couldn't help but close his eyes, and only looked in the direction of the refracted golden light when the stinging eyes healed.

A tall man was lying sideways on the ground, his eyes were closed, his breathing was intermittent, already extremely weak, and he was barely holding his last breath.

Bright red liquid oozed out from under his body, gradually staining the clothes of his upper body red.

The blood under his feet faintly extended into the jungle. It seemed that he escaped from there, and finally fell to the ground exhausted after escaping here.

Even though the clothes on his body were dirty and messy, they had very distinctive features, so Yu Yu recognized them at a glance - they were the costumes exclusive to the great Egyptian priests.

The man's right hand was placed weakly on the ground in front of his head, and the light reflected from the golden key in his hand was exactly the golden light that hurt Yu Yu's eyes just now.

A child who looked about seven or eight years old squatted in front of the man.

From the perspective of the game, the child's face could not be seen, only the gray hair scattered wildly on the child's shoulders.

The child stretched out his hand and cautiously reached for the golden key.

[Wait a minute, you can't take that! 】

At this moment, the game couldn't help shouting.

But the child seemed as if he didn't hear it, and suddenly grabbed the golden key in his hand, then turned and ran.

The moment the child turned around, Yu You finally saw the child's face clearly.

It was a childish and handsome face, but at the moment the pair of dark brown pupils were wide open, as if panicked to the extreme, but also showed a very happy and satisfied look.

He held the golden key tightly in his arms with both hands, as if protecting the most precious thing, and ran desperately to the town not far away.

【no. 】

Yugi opened his eyes wide as he watched the child run towards him.

【impossible. 】

He reached out to grab the child who was about to pass him by.

【You can't take that thing away! 】

His hands embraced the child.

【If you take that thing away, you will be—】

The outstretched hand of You Yu passed through the child's body, as if it were a phantom.

He froze in place, looking at the back of the child who was going away, his violet pupils trembled suddenly, and even his outstretched fingertips, which were frozen in mid-air, shook a little unsteadily.

He looked devastated.

After a long time, his throat moved, but he could no longer make a sound.

The game finally vaguely realized something.

He once again remembered what Seth had said to him: In the past, there was a town that angered the Pharaoh because of the possession of gold ornaments from the royal family. The angry Pharaoh destroyed the town, and all the townspeople were killed. Be clean.

wrong.

Not because of that.

The gold ornaments of the royal family are just a deception.

What caused Pharaoh's anger was actually——

The sound of galloping horseshoes coming from behind made Yu Yu subconsciously turn around.

He saw a group of cavalry galloping towards him, and the leading general saw the great priest lying in the bushes, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately got off his horse and rushed over.

"Master Karim!"

He eagerly shook the body of the great priest who was almost breathless, with an anxious expression on his face.

"Master Karim—"

The man in the priest's attire, whose face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, suddenly opened his eyes, his lips were trembling, and he opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't make a sound.

He seemed to be holding his last breath, wanting to say something to the general.

"yellow……"

His pale lips trembled for a while, and finally let out a very slight word.

The Egyptian general bent down and put his ear to his trembling lips.

"...the device... was robbed..."

As if exerting his last strength, the man moved his hand slowly on the ground, and finally pointed his finger in the direction of the town not far away.

"Take... back..."

The last word came out, and the man collapsed like a deflated balloon. The last sentence took away the breath that he tried his best to hold back and hang his life.

He opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of the town. His pupils had already spread, but he was still staring in that direction.

As a great priest, he failed to protect the golden artifact given to him by the Pharaoh. He is a sinner of the royal family.

He will not rest in peace.

"Let me find them all! Be sure to find the sacred objects!"

The Egyptian general growled at his men, his dark brown face flushed with rage.

"Anyone who dares to take away the golden artifact without the permission of the Pharaoh will be regarded as treason and treason!"

The long sword in his hand pointed in the direction of the town.

"How dare you ignore the Pharaoh's authority and get involved in the sacred objects of the royal family... Kill all those rebellious and damned untouchables!"

【no! 】

The king of Egypt watched the group of cavalry roar towards him.

The deafening sound of horseshoes kicked up billows of dust on the ground, covering up the fiery red sunset above the horizon.

[Can't do that! 】

He reached out in vain, trying to stop something.

[Wait for me... stop! 】

The galloping horse passed through his body amidst the shouts of the master, and he watched the cavalry pass through his body one by one.

No one can hear his voice.

He stood there, motionless, his eyes looked at the distant horizon, closed, and slowly opened again.

The last fiery red rays of the setting sun, which was about to completely sink below the horizon, fell into his violet pupils, revealing a faint blood-red light.

And then, at the moment when the sun had completely sunk into the ground—

A fiery red beam that was brighter than the setting sun suddenly shot out from behind You Yu.

Tongues of bright red fire spewed fiery arcs into the dark sky.

Heart-piercing screams and moans came from behind, accompanied by the sound of galloping hooves that seemed to trample on everything, blood was about to stain the land of Egypt red.

Yugi stood where he was, didn't move, and didn't look back.

Because he knew that everything he did was in vain.

Here is a phantom of memories from ten years ago.

And he is just a helpless bystander.

Behind the game, the crimson flames burning the entire town lit up half of the dark sky.

The shadow of the fire light was constantly swaying on half of his pale cheeks, and even his light purple pupils were faintly cast with hazy shadows.

He slowly knelt on the ground, his hand on the ground trembling badly.

A child who is not sensible.

A great priest who dedicated his life to the royal family.

Egyptian soldiers dedicated to their duties in search of royal relics.

……

This massacre tragedy... In the end, who is to blame?