Pharaoh

If you can't say it, show it with your body.

Above, the game intends to do this from the beginning.

At this moment, he was standing in the bathroom very depressed.

The mist from the hot water sprayed from the gold snake head made the whole bathroom appear hazy.

The young pharaoh sat on the edge of the bath, and a young and beautiful maid knelt behind him, gently applying skin care balm with her slender fingers.

A bit of refreshing fragrance emanates from the maid's smeared fingertips, entangled with the hazy water mist, exuding a sweet and greasy breath.

The young woman with reddish cheeks was kneeling on the ground, her almost half-naked body, her soft breasts trembling slightly, as if she was about to stick to the young Pharaoh's back, but there was always such a slight distance.

The young king didn't notice the small movements of the woman behind him, he seemed to be taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The light brown skin was wet, and it became smoother after touching the balm, and the tone deepened a little.

Yugi stood aside, holding a snow-white linen bath towel in his hand.

He pursed his lips and looked at the woman who wanted to get closer but was too afraid to get close.

Do you want to post it and decide quickly, okay?I'm tired of watching.

He stood aside and thought angrily, the steaming mist made his forehead sweat, and the clothes soaked in the mist stuck to his skin, making him feel very uncomfortable.

And after standing for too long, my legs became numb.

He looked at the pharaoh who closed his eyes enjoying the soaking in hot water and the gentle massage of the woman behind him, and he couldn't help showing a bit of grievance in his eyes.

He could have enjoyed that before instead of standing upright here like now... He has always been the closest person to Atum.

Sighing slightly, Yuyou lowered his head listlessly.

Well, he also knows who he is now.

Now he is not a king's younger brother who is under one person and above ten thousand people, but just a slave, sent to serve the king's servant.

A useless servant who, according to one serious old lady, was not half as quick as the other servants.

He couldn't refute this - because he didn't need to do housework with his mother at home before, and later in ancient Egypt, he didn't need to lift a finger for everything. He was indeed inferior to other skilled servants.

But even so, he was never scolded because of this face.

After all, with his face, few people could scold him, let alone beat him.

Well... He is also used to the occasional contemptuous glances from other maids and servants...

Yu You stood in a corner of the bathroom holding a white bath towel in a daze, but his mind was already lost in the sky.

When he realized that no one here could hear what he said, he immediately thought of the simplest solution.

If you can't speak with your mouth, you can use your body to express it - if you can't speak, he can write with his hands!

But when trying to put it into action, the game is decadent again.

He can't write ancient Egyptian at all!

Although I can read, understand, and speak, I can't write at all.

Could it be possible to write Japanese for Brother Wang to read?I can't even read it...

And even if he could write ancient Egyptian, he always felt that he might not be able to let Brother Wang and the others see it.

The sealed illusion created by the golden key will shield everything from the outside world, and as an outsider, he is not allowed to communicate with the people in the seal.

This is probably why Atum and the others couldn't hear what he said.

After thinking of this, Yu Yu calmed down, and he remembered what Simon had taught him not long ago.

After learning that the golden key fell into the enemy's hands, Simon once explained the ability of the golden key to the game in detail in order to prevent it - after all, Simon was the holder of the golden key before becoming the high priest.

The Golden Key and Golden Eye have similar abilities.

What sets them apart from other golden artifacts is that their most powerful ability is to attack the heart and soul of a person.

Golden Eye can forcibly control people's thinking and soul, but this kind of coercive power can't have much effect on people with strong strength or toughness of mind, and they can easily be broken free.

Simon once told the game carefully that the golden key is even better in this regard.

Compared with the golden eye forcibly imprisoning other people's souls, the golden key can penetrate into the depths of a person's heart and seize the flaws—that may be the scars that are subconsciously hidden in the deepest part of the soul that I don't even know myself.

It will not suppress it forcibly, but will seal the relevant memories according to the person's need to get rid of the scars, and imprison the soul of that person in the illusion created by it.

A soul without memory will naturally think that what he is in is the real world, and he will not have any resistance in his heart, let alone break free.

The golden key will help him shield everything from the outside world, allowing him to live forever in the illusion that he thinks is real.

This point is particularly frightening.

"In this way, isn't there no way to break the phantom?"

At that time, the game asked Simon so.

Simon was silent for a moment, and slowly frowned. It wasn't about the game, maybe he just remembered some bad memories.

"It's not impossible...or it's not difficult."

Simon said, "The golden key uses the scars in the depths of a person's heart as a flaw, which seals the memory."

"So as long as that flaw... the thing that caused the flaw in the mind recurs again, and if that person remembers it, the seal will be broken."

"Once the seal is broken, the golden key that does not control the soul power of others will lose its effectiveness."

"So the most difficult thing is how to find what that person doesn't want to remember..."

The game didn't quite understand it at the time, but now it deeply understands what Simon called the most difficult point.

Since it is an existence that is caught by the golden key because it does not want to remember, there is no way to find it in this illusion.

And for the game, the power of Atum is beyond doubt.

In his opinion, the powerful pharaoh should not have any flaws.

In the deepest part of my heart, the scars that I don't even know I don't want to touch... Does Atum really have such a thing?

When his thoughts drifted further and further away, someone suddenly patted his shoulder heavily. When the game came back to his senses, he saw a middle-aged maid frowning looking at him, and when he saw that he was awake, she gestured with her eyes.

The game reacted and looked sideways, only to see Atum had come out of the bath.

Water drops rolled down from the Pharaoh's light-brown firm body, adding a moist and smooth feeling to the dark skin.

You You stared blankly at Yatum, who still didn't react for a while, until he was pushed hard, staggered and looked down to see the clean towel in his hand, and then suddenly realized.

He immediately stepped forward, holding a white linen towel to wipe the drenched body of the boy king who stood up.

The light brown skin that had been dried was very shiny, and the strong and tight muscles made the pharaoh's physique even more cheetah-like.

Yu Yu looked at the solid body that could be described as well-proportioned like a sculpture, then glanced at his thin arms, and sighed.In the next second, when the white scarf in his hand brushed against the opponent's shoulder, Yu Yu was stunned and stopped moving.

The skin on the Young King's left shoulder was smooth and intact, with no scars visible.

But this is what makes the game feel a little bit wrong.

I always feel a little awkward... This left shoulder seems to be...

Before he could finish a sentence in his mind, he suddenly pinched his chin and forcibly lifted his head up. Youyou looked at Yatum in surprise, and the doubts at that moment were thrown behind him.

The young pharaoh lowered his head, his crimson eyes staring at the immature face that was looking at him with a look of astonishment at the moment.

He frowned slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his cold eyes.

After looking at the face similar to himself for a while, he finally let go, pushed the game away, let the maid dress him and walked out.

That's just a slave, and there are no big waves.

Thinking of this, Yatum strode out, suppressing the irritability that surged up when he saw that familiar face.

After all, it is really not a comfortable thing for a slave to have a face similar to his own.

Sure enough, it is better to dispose of it as soon as possible.

Yu You, who was pushed backwards and hit the wall, leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the Pharaoh's leaving back.

He didn't ignore the flash of killing intent in the crimson pupils staring at him just now.

The hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and the half-wet white towel in his hand was tightly clenched.

[The golden key digs out the deepest scars in the heart to seal the memory and imprison the soul. 】【The way to break the illusion is to present that hidden memory——】

In the government affairs room, the young pharaoh was immersed in handling political affairs quickly, not noticing the gaze from below that was always looking at him.

Someone bumped You Yu's shoulder, and You You looked back at the Pharaoh, then turned around, and saw the attendant beside him handing over a jug made of finely carved sapphire.

This time, Yu Yu quickly reacted, and immediately reached out to take the flagon, holding it firmly in his hand.

During this period of time, he has already had a deep understanding of what the status of a slave is.

If the jug in his hand fell to the ground, even if Yatum didn't kill him because he saw his face, he wouldn't be able to escape after a torture... Besides, Yatum already had the intention to kill him now.

He didn't know what it meant to die here, but it definitely wouldn't be a good thing.

Seeing You Yu took the jug, the attendant nodded, and turned to signal the maids behind to put the freshly picked fresh fruit on the plate.

Standing in place, Yuyu watched the slender and beautiful hands of the maids quickly draw arcs in the air. He turned his head and looked at the Pharaoh in front of the room again.

The young pharaoh had risen from his throne and stepped aside.

The High Priest Mahat stood beside the Boy King, unfolding a map that was half the size of a man, and kept talking.

The boy king's eyes fell on the map, his expression was very focused.

A long, light-brown finger stretched out and touched a point on the left side of the map. The young pharaoh spoke and gave Mahat his orders.

The game looked back.

The slender eyelashes fell slightly, and the shallow shadows fell into the half-covered violet pupils, making the emotions swaying in the depths of You Yu's eyes even more ambiguous.

The sunlight from the side made half of his face sink into the shadow, making it blurry.

Only the clenched fingers that he tightly clasped the wine jug in his hand revealed his uncomfortable mood at the moment.

How long can it last?

he does not know.

Will it stay here forever?

He didn't know either.

[The illusion of eroding the soul depends on grabbing the deepest crack in the heart to devour the heart. 】【The key to breaking...is to find that crack again. 】

What is the crack in Atum's heart that he doesn't want to remember the most?

The game knows nothing.

He'd always thought he knew Atum better than anyone else.

But now he suddenly realized that his understanding of Brother Wang was not as deep as he imagined, otherwise he would not be as helpless as he is now.

This realization made him feel even more uncomfortable.

You Yu was thinking about it in a trance, but he didn't notice a cold light flashing in the shadow on the right side behind him.

A gust of wind brushed against his shoulder, making him raise his head subconsciously in a daze.

A young man dressed as an attendant holding a sharp dagger let out a shout and brushed past him, and the tip of the sword rushed in the direction of the young pharaoh standing in front.

Suffering from a strong impact, he was forced to sideways due to sore shoulders.

Yu Yu's unbalanced body staggered, and his hand involuntarily let go.

The precious wine jug carved from sapphire fell on the bluestone ground and became fragments. The bright red wine splashed all over the place. When it splashed all over the ground, it also stained his calf with several blood-red marks like scratches. .

The light purple eyes widened to the limit, and the back of the pharaoh was clearly reflected in the depths of the pupils.

Stretching out his fingers, he pulled the corner of the man's clothes off his fingertips, and he could only watch helplessly as the sword in the man's hand pierced Atum's chest——

The crisp sound of iron clashing was heard in the room.

At the moment when the attendants guarding the door had no time to come, the young Pharaoh drew out the dagger from his waist, raised his hand, and forcibly blocked the blade that was stabbing at him.

There was a trace of displeasure in the crimson cold pupils, but this trace of displeasure made the young king feel more oppressed.

He stood on the high platform, looking down at the attacking assassins with a condescending attitude.

He didn't seem to take the existence of this assassin to heart, at most it brought him a little displeasure.

With a twist of his wrist, the sharp dagger in the young king's hand turned an arc.

While easily cutting off the opponent's sharp weapon, it also cut off the man's finger holding the dagger.

Before the man had time to let out a scream, his eyes suddenly went dark, and the light brown left hand that suddenly reached out pressed his face and grabbed his head. His throat was slit all over.

Hot and bright blood spurted out, drew a long-lasting arc in the air, and splashed on the red carpet with gorgeous patterns, dyeing the red even more vividly.

The man's pupils dilated in an instant to an extent impossible for a living person, and then closed.

His hand dropped, and the short sword in his hand fell out, rolling on the ground before stopping.

And as the impatient Pharaoh threw it casually, his body fell backwards limply, and the blood that was still flowing out of his throat stained a large piece of bluestone ground red again.

The young pharaoh casually put the dagger that was still dripping blood on his right hand on the hands of the rushing guards, and raised his head to signal them to dispose of the assassin's body.

You You stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, and was bumped again by the guards who rushed outside before he came back to his senses.

For some reason, the first thing I saw was the flagon jug that had been broken into pieces under my feet, and I subconsciously squatted down to pack it up.

Countless people hurried past him, shadows flashing back and forth over his body, but he didn't realize it.

His strange behavior caught the attention of the boy king above, but Yu You didn't know it with his head down.He just focused on picking up the pieces of the jug, as if the noisy surroundings had nothing to do with him.

However, his mind was constantly reverberating the cold and emotionless crimson pupils at the moment when Atum cut the assassin's throat just now, and the fingers that made him try to hold back still trembled a little.

That was the brother Wang he didn't know.

Even if he had personally experienced the cruelty of the Pharaoh...but he almost forgot...

He almost forgot how long Brother Wang hadn't killed anyone in front of him.

The brother Wang he saw during this time... the brother Wang who has no memory of him is the real Pharaoh.

If he didn't exist, if he didn't come to Egypt as the king's brother at all, wouldn't it be the best choice for Atum as the pharaoh?

Xie Xi took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but felt more and more hesitant.

He had no idea what to do next.

Snapped--

When the guards dragged the assassin's body out, the assassin's dagger that fell to the ground under the body was dragged and tumbled, and rolled to the front of the game.

Yu Yu was startled, but subconsciously reached out to pick up the dagger that had rolled into the jug fragments in front of him.

The few fragments he picked up fell to the ground again, his hands gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and he frowned.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, it is better to hand it over to any guard immediately.

Thinking so, Yugi raised his head.

When he raised his head, he immediately showed a look of astonishment.

He saw that everyone in front of him was standing or walking or talking or shouting—but they all maintained the same posture and expression, without moving, even their raised feet were still hanging in the air Did not fall.

It was as if time stopped the moment he picked up the dagger, and everyone was frozen in this moment.

Oddly enough, Yu You suddenly turned his head to look up the high platform.

The young pharaoh stood there, and he didn't move, but his golden forehead hair that was occasionally swept by the wind showed that he was not one of those frozen people.

The bright red pupils stared at him without blinking, and the crimson hue like a burning flame surged in the depths of the pupils.

It seemed to have everything in it, and it seemed to have nothing in it.

It is like a cold fiery red gem that has been quenched without any impurities, clearly reflecting the figure of Yu Yu holding a short sword in his hand, and there is nothing else.

Is this... the momentary stagnation of the illusion caused by the shaking of the sealed soul?

What is the so-called shaking?

Looking down at the sharp weapon in his hand again, the violet pupils trembled slightly, and the sudden surge of tears washed away the confusion in Yu Yu's eyes and stained his eye sockets red.

He finally understood—

Yuyu clenched the dagger in his hands and stood up.

He rushed forward suddenly, and the wind passing by his side wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

When the golden forehead hair flew back, the stained tears stained the golden hair.

The dagger in the young king's hand pierced the young pharaoh's chest. He lowered his head, his golden hair fell on the other's chest, he gritted his teeth, and tears dripped from the immature face that had been completely dyed. It fell up and down, dripping on the backs of the hands that clenched the hilt of the dagger that pierced into the opponent's chest.

His hands holding the hilt of the sword trembled violently at this moment.

【What is that scar that even he doesn't know about? 】

[What is the memory he wants to get rid of? 】

original……

It never occurred to him...

"This wound was... I did it at that time?"

That time, under the scorching sun, he sat on the grass looking at the scar on Atum's left shoulder and asked.

"Don't think about it."

That time, the young pharaoh who was holding him answered him like this.