Pharaoh

At the entrance of the solemn temple, the group of people who had just returned from inspecting the construction site on horseback stopped their horses and stopped moving forward.

The young Pharaoh jumped off his horse vigorously, and immediately a guard beside him stepped forward to hold the pure white steed and took it aside.

In front of the gate of the side hall, the high priest of Ra went forward with his scepter.

The young king nodded to him, then strode forward past him, and the crimson cloak fluttered past the old priest.

During the inspection, the High Priest Mahat, who followed the young king, bowed his head to salute the old priest, then slowed down, and after the old priest turned around to catch up with the young king, he followed with a distance of two steps from the old priest.

"Simon, the father's funeral is ready..."

The boy king, who was striding ahead, had just finished speaking halfway before he stopped abruptly.

He raised his head abruptly, his gaze piercing towards the back of the temple like a sharp blade.

He suddenly felt that a person with powerful magic power was on the left side of the front, that was his temporary residence here, and it also lived there...

A look of anxiety flashed in the pupils of the burning color of the flame, and the young pharaoh didn't care to explain to the people behind him who looked at his back suddenly stopped in astonishment.

He suddenly took a step forward and ran forward quickly, the golden building block on his chest was shaking constantly as he ran.

Regardless of taking the right path, he stretched out his hand to hold down the high stone railing, and leaped over, the bright red cloak flying behind him like the wings of an eagle.

The location of the enemy with powerful magic power enough to make him vigilant was the place he was most worried about.

However, Brother Wang's magical power is now sealed by him, in case it is——

Speeding up because of the anxiety in his heart, Atum rushed to the destination in just a moment.

Before he could catch his breath, he pushed open the door in front of him and rushed in.

"Another me! (Japanese)"

The young Pharaoh looked forward, his chest was heaving up and down due to the violent movement just now, and he could clearly hear his own breathing.

What was reflected in his crimson eyes was his younger brother who held his enemy's hand.

Watching his enemy, Wang Di called out in a language he was all too familiar with.

That was the language that had never been used to address him before.

Yatum stood at the door without moving or making a sound, but the violent exercise just now made his breathing a little heavy, which made his chest unstoppable.

He saw the teenager who was exactly the same as him except for his skin color raised his head and looked at him vigilantly.

...His younger brother would rather protect the enemy who is facing him with a sword...

He looked at his younger brother who turned his head and stared at him wide-eyed in surprise, with indifference in his eyes.

Then, he turned his eyes away from his brother and fell on that person.

Intense hostility slowly gathered in the depths of the bright red pupils, and even the air in this room seemed to tremble a little bit.

The room was very quiet, no one spoke, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.

This dead silent room seemed to be a calm sea just before a huge storm was brewing.

The pouring storm was brewing above the dark clouds, but the silence under the clouds was terrifying.

They are pressed down little by little, with huge force, so strong that people cannot resist until the last string that is on the verge of collapse——

The one who interrupted the tense atmosphere was the old priest who followed him into the room.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he was startled, but in the next second he made a decisive decision.

Taking a step back and stepping out of the door, turning around, the long scepter in his hand hit the ground heavily and made a loud clang, which immediately shocked the group of people who were running after him.

"Mahart!"

The sense of majesty revealed by the stern look on the old high priest's usually gentle face at this moment made everyone subconsciously stop and wait for the high priest's order.

"There is nothing wrong here, take them back! Without my order, no one is allowed to approach here!"

Mahat hesitated for a moment, looked forward, and vaguely saw that the back of the king inside the door did not move, then looked at the stern expression of the high priest, and finally retreated with a group of servants behind him.

In any case, his most revered high priest would never harm the king.

Staring sharply at the group of people retreating, Simon turned around and stepped into the door again.

Close the door tightly, and look up at the two in front of you who have exactly the same appearance, like two lion kings on the grassland, ready to go, as if they will tear each other's throats in the next second, the confrontation brings a strong sense of coercion to the whole room The two young kings, he sighed.

He took a step forward and stood in front of Atum, using his body to block the two from looking at each other.

When the boy on the opposite side shot his eyes from the dark purple pupils and fell on him, Simon slammed the scepter in his hand heavily on him.

The scepter made of pure gold flickered and suddenly emitted a beam of light.

At the same time, a circular light circle appeared under the feet of the boy with purple pupils, enveloping him in it.

Before everyone present could react, the halo had already brought the people inside it into the room.

High Priest Simon, who decisively sent one of them away first, took a deep breath, and a little sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Brother Wang, you go out first."

He said, in a tone of command that never had.

The young prince, who had been at a loss since just now, hesitated for a moment, looked up at Atum, saw that Atum was silent and didn't look at himself, and saw Simon's more stern gaze, finally lowered his eyes, silently walked out.

He just went out of the door, but didn't go far, but stood silently at the door with his head down.

The sun shone down from above and fell on his golden forehead hair, and the shaking shadows covered most of Wang Di's cheeks, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

All I could see was that lips were tightly pursed, gradually losing their color because of the unflowing.

He stood leaning against the doorpost, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

This is really the worst case scenario...

Simon thought so, and watched Brother Wang walk out of the door.

He waved the scepter in his hand, and the door slammed shut.

Several golden runes floated from the top of his scepter and fell around the room, forming a tiny barrier, ensuring that no one could hear the conversation between the two in the barrier.

The young Pharaoh remained silent and did not move.

After Simon finished all this, Atum glanced at Simon, took a few steps forward, turned around, and sat on a beautifully carved sandalwood chair by the window.

His posture is calm, and his face looks extremely calm.

It's just that the moment he sat down, his right hand on the armrest of the chair unconsciously clenched the front end of the armrest, and after a long while, he slowly loosened it.

The shadow of the pure golden forehead fell into the bottom of his eyes, making his eyes take on an indistinct dark red hue.

The old high priest was silent for a while, and finally spoke.

Starting from the two clusters of flames representing the soul long ago, the death of Akhnadin's son Arden at his hands, and everything he knew, are all told at this moment.

This is something that even the great priests cannot let them know.

The Egyptian pharaohs are twins, once there is a faint sign, it will be enough to cause chaos in Egypt.

The young Pharaoh had been listening in silence, expressionless.

But when Simon said that he learned the following things from Wang Di, the flame-like bright red pupils trembled slightly, like the last moment when they bloomed to the extreme and were about to wither and collapse. .

The young king who closed his eyes covered the bright red hue in his eyes.

He clenched his hand on the armrest of the seat again, the veins on the back of his hand were stretched, and the pads of his fingers were deeply sunken to a terrifying degree because of the hard wooden armrest.

Because of his frowning, his forehead twisted into creases that could no longer be smoothed out, and his tightly pursed lips had already shown a slightly pale tone.

[From the very beginning, there were only lies. 】

[From the beginning, he thought it was his, not his. 】

The young Pharaoh closed his eyes and said nothing.

From the corners of his brows and eyes, there was a trace of tiredness that had never been seen in this young and energetic king.

The headdress of the pure gold Eye of Horus on the forehead was so dazzling and bright that it reflected a pale halo instead.

It seemed to be an embarrassing gesture that was scattered, shapeless, and ugly scattered all over the ground, which seemed to be the moment when the calyx withered.

The old high priest removed the barrier and stared at the silent young king. The corners of his wrinkled eyes moved slightly, and there was a look of worry and distress in his eyes.

But he just looked at Atum for a while, moved his lips, and finally just sighed lightly.

Without another word, he turned and left the room.

When Simon stepped out of the door, he saw Brother Wang standing with his head bowed against the stone pillar on the left side of the door.

Sensing him coming out, Brother Wang raised his head in surprise, looking at him with eager questioning eyes, the expression on that immature face looked very flustered.

"Brother Wang."

Simon leaned on the scepter step by step to the front of the game, carefully studying the face of the game.

"You always say that the king is your most important person."

He said, "I know, it's not a lie..."

He looked at Wang Di, not in a tone of reproach or condemnation, but in a tone of helplessness like a sigh.

But perhaps such a tone is more uncomfortable than blame.

"Perhaps Wang did miss something, but, Brother Wang."

Simon's hand holding the scepter slowly clenched and then loosened.

He said, "The only person in this world who can hurt the king and always hurts the king is always you."

"In this regard, you are the same as the king, there is no difference."

Simon whispered, one word at a time, the words seemed to be floating lightly, but they were entwined around Brother Wang and refused to leave.

You Yu stared blankly at Simon's leaving back, only feeling a little chilly at his fingertips.

He turned his head, looked at the half-closed door for a while, and finally couldn't help but stepped forward.

He put his hand on the door for a while, and after shaking as if he was afraid of something, he slowly pushed the door open.

In the room, the young Pharaoh stood at the window and watched him walk in.

Yugi took a few steps forward eagerly, wanting to walk to Atum's side.

But after only taking a few steps, he could no longer move forward.

He couldn't get close to Yatum, it was as if there was an invisible majesty in the air surrounding the pharaoh who was the son of god, making it impossible for humble humans to take another half step forward.

The young pharaoh stood there with the same face and the same expression, he was still the same person, but he could never walk by that person's side again.

Many times in the past, it was always the young brother Wang who stretched out his hand and allowed his beloved brother to approach him.

And the man standing there now is the noble and peerless king of Egypt who looks down on his people.

That indescribably strong sense of coercion forcibly isolated him from Yatum's world ever since.

He can no longer be near his side.

The Boy King's sharp eyebrows and eyes pointed sharply towards his temples, and his bright red pupils looked at him with lifeless and cold eyes.

"game."

From the mouth of the young Pharaoh came the name he had least liked to say.

Because of this name, he always felt a little uneasy that his younger brother would leave Egypt and return to his hometown at any time.

But now, uttering this name from his mouth is as emotionless as calling an ordinary subordinate.

"Ten days later, you and I will participate in the memorial ceremony for the father."

he said, expressionless.

"After the sacrifice is complete, you go to Lower Egypt to succeed Osiris as High Priest."

Varied--!

You suddenly raised his head, and couldn't help opening his mouth to call out Brother Wang.

He stretched his hand forward, stretching out his fingertips with all his strength, as if trying to grab something that didn't exist.

But his hand was frozen in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

His parted lips moved, but no sound came out.

In front of him was only a few steps away, but it seemed that the other side of the Nile, which separated the city of the living from the city of the dead, could no longer be crossed.

Something like fine grains of sand relentlessly slipped through his fingers, never to be taken back.

The young Pharaoh looked at him with indifferent eyes, as if he had seen him break into the palace for the first time a long time ago.

That gaze seemed to be like the ice of winter, and there was no trace of human emotion in it.

The softness and warmth he once had seemed like a dream, and even anger seemed to be a luxury, and the bright red pupils that did not move seemed to be a static stone statue.

It was so cold that it was almost impossible to breathe, and it felt a little more alienated than at that time.

"You can leave."

The boy king issued such an order.

The game didn't move, he looked at Atum with a faint trace of fear in his eyes.

That is the fear from the heart after learning that something very important has been completely lost.

"Brother Wang..."

A voice as soft as if it didn't exist was squeezed out of the young prince's throat with great difficulty.

Lightly, as if even its very existence was a deception.

Rather than saying that it was calling to the other party, it would be better to say that it was Wang Di's muttering to himself, that hand was still stretched out in mid-air, as if trying to grasp the last hope.

The young pharaoh looked at his brother.

He stood there, and no one could come near him again.

He said, "I don't need you anymore."

The fingertips of the hands stretched in mid-air trembled slightly, they curled up little by little with great effort, and finally they clenched back.

Yu Yu's throat moved slightly, but no more sound came out.

A sense of desolation emanated from the inside of the body, spread to the whole body, and permeated the coldness of the fingertips.

He already knew.

He just doesn't want to know.

This time is different from before.

He could no longer see the slightest bit of displeasure or even anger from the bottom of Atum's eyes, or rather, he could no longer see the slightest trace.

He won't ask stupid things like using magic power because of his own existence.

The fingertips of the fingers holding his arm were deeply sunk into the skin, and traces of bruises had been drawn.

He bit his lower lip and lowered his head so that Atum could not see his hot eye sockets.

The tears now will only make him look down on himself.

【I don't need you anymore. 】

When the pride of the young king was trampled on, there was no room for redemption.

"Go back."

Once again the young Pharaoh gave orders to his brother.

The door of the room opened and closed again.

When the wind blowing from the golden desert fell through the green forest into this luxurious room, it could only lightly brush over the pure golden Eye of Horus headdress of the only person in the room .

Then, it disappeared without a trace.