Pharaoh

"I tried my best to keep you, Ke Ya, don't you understand?"

Those gray pupils shrank suddenly, and Ke Ya stared blankly at the boy who was grabbing his clothes.

It was as if he had really known him for the first time, and it seemed that he had already known him.

The corners of his lips were raised after a long while, showing a self-deprecating look that I might have known earlier.

Bitterness and loss emerged from those gray eyes.

"Master Seth tried to hurt you, but you said, believe him."

"I almost killed you, but you tried every means to protect me."

"Your Highness, this is not what a smart person does."

"Your kindness will only condone the malice of those who are not kind, and make yourself hurt."

The black-haired guard whispered, his half-closed eyes trembling slightly, making one feel as if he was about to shed tears.

However, it is only dim, without the slightest luster.

"What is a wise man's approach?"

The young prince sneered, his violet-toned pupils were so clear that no confusion could be seen.

"What's the use of that kind of thing?"

He says,

"Who is pleasing me, who is using me, who is helping me, who is accompanying me—"Who is really good to me"—I just need to know this!"

He let go of Ke Ya's clothes.

The gaze he stared at Ke Ya was more tenacious than anything else.

"When I was rescued by you, although I was drowsy, I was still a little conscious."

"The worried expression you looked at me at that time couldn't be faked. You were really worried about me, weren't you?"

"──'Even if the young deer goes mad, it won't cause too much harm to me, at most it will be a little frightened'──"

"Did you think so at that time? Keya, you didn't expect it to knock me into the water, and I happen to be unable to swim."

"You don't really want to hurt someone, do you?"

"Obviously I have been forced to the point of calculating others, but I still have to be careful not to hurt that person."

"Why should I be afraid of someone like you?"

"If you're just using it, why would you take the risk of contradicting a high-ranking priest?"

"If it's just a stepping stone, why bother to take care of it so meticulously."

"If what you say is false, just to win my favor... Do you really think that I really can't tell whether a person's concern for me is hypocritical or not?"

He bent down and smiled at Ke Ya.

His hand gently covered the back of Keyana's cold hand.

"The person who has been with me and protected me all this time is you, Keya."

"So this time, it's me."

"I'm here to protect Keya."

Holding Ke Ya's hand, he conveyed the warmth of the young prince's body to him.

The eyes of the young king of Egypt are more gentle than the morning sun.

"Kaya, tell me."

he said, in a soft tone.

"What can I do for you?"

"……king……"

Something indescribable filled his chest, he opened his mouth, but in the end he could only choke out a trembling pronunciation.

Perhaps because he couldn't meet those clear eyes, Ke Ya slowly lowered his head.

His speech was very slow, very slow, implying deep confusion and anxiety.

"I……"

"I have always believed that the golden relic has the blessing of the sun god."

"Perhaps the radiance of the sun god can drive away the shadow of the god of death."

"However, the only ones loved and guarded by God are those of the noble royal family who have his blood."

"We lowly servants, are we so lowly that we don't even have the qualifications to touch God?"

The black-haired young man murmured, his expression was in a trance, it seemed to be the pain of a long-awaited hope being shattered.

His dull eyes fell on the young prince.

His tone trembled slightly.

"Perhaps this is the most unreasonable request...but, His Royal Highness, can you please go with me to a place?"

"sure."

"no!"

Two different voices sounded simultaneously.

The two people who gave different answers looked at each other and their eyes met.

Sisi's face was full of oppressive coldness.

"Please follow me back to the palace as soon as possible."

He said, looking aggressively, "Your Highness, it is not wise to put yourself in danger!"

The young prince's eyes focused on his face, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"On this point, I will never budge."

Sisi interrupted him with a quick step, with an unyielding tough attitude.

"The task Master Seth gave me is to protect you and ensure that you will not be harmed in the slightest." He raised his hand and reached out to the other party, "No matter what method and method you use."

"I think you understand what I mean."

The young Egyptian king fell silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Then, he raised his hand, and his elusive eyes moved up and down on his slender wrist.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking?"

Sisi frowned.

No matter what kind of language, even crying, he couldn't shake his idea of ​​forcibly taking him back.

Sisi thought so.

The young brother looked up at him, then looked down at his arm, and murmured.

"I'm thinking where it won't hurt a little."

"what?"

"This is it~~"

The young man raised his left arm, and drew the nails of his right hand downwards from the wrist, making a long stroke until reaching the elbow.

"If I accidentally get injured on the way back with you, and I turn around and tell Brother Wang and Seth, does that count as your dereliction of duty?"

When the young Wang asked him, he smiled and was really cute.

"..."

"how?"

"...I see, everything is according to your wishes!"

With blue veins on his forehead, Sisi gritted his teeth and squeezed out an answer from his throat.

So──so──said──

Disobedient children and so on, threatening little kids and so on... No matter how cute they are, they are still annoying!

-

That was the curse of Anubis, the god of death.

God scattered diseases among the world.

At first, people just feel weak in the limbs and weak in the whole body.

Then, the entire body will gradually appear a terrible red rash.

As if possessed by a demon, the red spots will slowly swell and turn into disgusting pustules.

Then, pus.

Soon after, that person would die in agony of unimaginable foul-smelling and foul pustules.

The appearance of death is extremely terrifying.

And the most terrifying thing is that everyone around him will die in pain with the same horrible image as him.

Even if one or two people are occasionally spared by the mercy of Anubis, the god of death, they will become scarred monsters and cannot be tolerated by the world.

"Ra, the sun god, king of the gods."

"If it is a golden holy object blessed by the sun god, it will definitely be able to expel the curse of Anubis, the god of death."

"If I can bring the golden cabinet to her side, maybe I can save her."

"……Humph……"

"I was too naive... The sun god's brilliance will only shine on noble royals who have his blood..."

"We lowly people don't even have the qualification to touch the light of the sun god."

"What should I do to help her..."