Pharaoh

"It's very similar... Even if it's disrespectful, I still think so. You are very similar to her...my sister."

"In order to get close to you, I have been watching you from a distance, so I feel that way."

"Although not all of them, there are always some places that are very similar. The more you look at them, the more you feel that way."

"No matter how wronged you are, you can still smile at others without any grievances."

"Always worrying about other people's affairs, always thinking about others...even if I get hurt, I don't care."

His Royal Highness did the right thing, he must know her last words before the end of her life.

This is his right and his responsibility.

Even if it feels painful, there are some things that he still wishes he could know.

He must remember, remember for a lifetime.

His own fault, his own cowardice, his own selfishness, he must firmly remember.

Even if these memories will make me painful for a lifetime.

"Since I was a child, I think she is stupid and useless. Although she always calls my brother to run around me, I seldom take care of her and accompany her."

"I take her kindness as stupidity, her thoughtfulness as cowardice, and I look down on her."

"Obviously..."

"It's obvious that she contracted the disease when she took care of my friend instead of me, but she still smiled and comforted me and said it's okay."

"She was killed by me, but she didn't hold any resentment towards me."

"Even before he died, he was still worried about me!"

"It's obviously a character that is as stupid as it can be──"

The last half of the sentence comes to a screeching halt at the point of extreme sharpness.

Keya breathed heavily, holding his head tightly in pain.

The expression on his face became more and more bleak.

"I'm afraid."

When he spoke again, he spoke very slowly.

Every word and every word seemed to be blunt from the blood oozing from the throat.

"I'm scared."

"I'm afraid I'll be infected too."

"I'm afraid of becoming like my sister!"

"I'm too scared to step into the valley!"

"Even you who have nothing to do with her... His Royal Highness, dare to approach her."

"I didn't even dare to look at her one last time."

At this point, he was silent for a long time.

"For her, I will try my best to get close to the palace and you."

"She's dead...I don't know what to do next..."

He suddenly laughed.

The tone is dry, one after another.

"Maybe it's hypocritical to say that now."

"I don't want to leave you."

"But, do I still have the qualifications to stay by your side?"

"Will you tolerate people like me?"

"Perhaps one day, I will betray you again under the threat of death...just like abandoning my sister today."

"A coward like me who is afraid of death is simply—"

The sudden roar was hoarse.

Ke Ya's rambling words ended there, and he panted heavily, as if the words just now exhausted all his strength.

The black valley was very quiet, only the end of his last roar echoed.

This is the valley of sighs that not even the wind can blow in, surrounded by death and darkness.

"fear death……"

The young brother Wang who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

"I know you are afraid of death."

"But so what?" he asked. "Why should you be ashamed of being afraid of death?"

"As a living person, isn't it natural to be afraid of death?"

"The reason why I dared to go in was not because I was brave, but because I knew I would not be infected with this disease." The young man thought for a while and added, "Well... it should be said that it is under the protection of the golden cabinet. Next, I won't get the disease."

"If I didn't rely on this point, I would never come here."

"Because I am also afraid of death, but I don't feel that I am cowardly."

"If a person doesn't care about death, what difference does it make between living and dying?"

"Dare to admit that you are afraid of death... Doesn't this require greater courage?"

"and……"

The young brother Wang stretched out his hand, and gently patted Keya's head with his fingertips.

He bent slightly, staring at Ke Ya with a worried look in his eyes.

"I just came out of the valley, and it would be dangerous to approach me."

"Sisi dared not approach me at all."

The immature young prince smiled at Ke Ya, and the starlight of 'Sub Ud' in the sky seemed to fall into his gentle light purple pupils.

"But just now, Ke Ya was still willing to come to me, wasn't she?"

"Kaya, I need you to protect me."

Ke Ya didn't answer.

Her throat and vocal tract, which were filled with grief, were so choked that she couldn't make any sound.

He took the hand that was caressing his head gently and comfortingly.

He knelt down at the feet of the young prince, and pressed his cheek on the back of his warm hand.

Glittering fine tears oozed between the fingers.

His face was full of tears.

It’s okay to not be able to forgive yourself.

It’s okay to be ashamed of what you did.

──I need you──

That sentence was already his entire salvation.

-

'Sob Ud' appeared in the faint morning light, shining in the sky of Egypt.

A ray of sunlight on the horizon illuminates the endless golden sand.

There was a high-pitched neighing of a steed.

The pure black handsome horse appeared on the top of the high sand dunes, and it was restless and neighing under the starlight of 'Sob Ud'.

Its owner patted the inky mane on its long neck casually to calm it down.

He took off the mask covering his face and threw it in the sand.

A young, handsome and majestic face is illuminated by the morning sun.

The crimson pupils, like fiery rubies, looked down on the boundless golden land, and their sharp eyes were sharper than the glare of the sun.

He raised his hand, giving a wordless order to the few who followed closely behind him.

In the morning light, the delicate gold ornaments on his arms shone in the air.

Then, gallop the horse into the air.

The vigorous black horse leaped down from the high slope with a high neigh.

The white cloak flew up, as if gliding through the air and spreading its wings.

On the forehead of the young Egyptian king who was galloping in the air, the Eye of Horus reflected a dazzling brilliance under the first ray of golden light in the morning.

In the distance, the outline of the valley of darkness, which even the rising sun cannot shine, looms at the limit of vision.