Pharaoh

The huge golden scales stopped shaking, and their light disappeared, becoming a motionless stone sculpture.

The last bloody heart disappeared on the slightly downward-sloping disc of stone.

The harsh judgment has come to an end.

The blood-red flames flickering on the huge columns supporting the endless Judgment Hall were extinguished little by little, plunging the entire hall into darkness.

The blood that drenched the entire bluestone floor and flowed down from cutting the heart slowly faded away.

The wailing and howling of the sinners seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, and together with themselves and the servants of Anubis who were in charge of the execution, they disappeared completely in the darkness.

In the majestic and huge temple, only one person was left sitting on the huge throne.

The huge temple stretched out infinitely together with the gorgeous columns, and the invisible end was hidden far away in the darkness.

The young king of the underworld sat on a black stone seat, quietly closing his eyes as if taking a nap.

The only remaining firelight on the tall pillar on one side of the stone seat illuminated half of his face, but the other half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen.

The slightly pursed and sharp lips made the young king's handsome face even more coercive.

He sat quietly, with his left leg crossed on his right knee, and his fingers crossed in front of his chest, which made his original majestic posture seem to have a bit of lazy charm.

He closed his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a light shadow on his white-skinned cheeks.

The hall was extremely quiet, not even the tip of the eyelashes swayed at all, as if they had stood still at that moment forever.

The flames above the huge pillar that pierced through the sky and couldn't see the top suddenly flashed.

The young king of the underworld opened his eyes, and his dark purple pupils became even deeper in the darkness.

The few remaining clusters of faint flames suddenly went out.

However, the main hall did not fall into darkness. Instead, it suddenly showed signs of brightness with the soft light brought by a huge sense of coercion descending from the top.

It was this sudden force of coercion that opened the eyes of the pharaoh who was sitting quietly.

He opened his eyes and looked forward, there was nothing there, but there was no trace of emotion on his face.

"Is something wrong?"

With two simple and neat words, Yatum seems not willing to talk more with the other party.

【very funny. 】

The extremely coercive sound seemed to be continuously layered up from the echo waves from all directions in the hall, coming from above.

It's just that the voice that should be inherently sublime and solemn now has a strange sense of human joy.

[Humans are a very interesting thing. 】

The pharaoh of the underworld just sat on the stone seat expressionlessly, without making a sound.

[But you can no longer be called a human being. 】

The pharaoh's silence did not reduce the joy in that voice by half, and he continued to narrate the natural facts in a gentle manner.

【My chosen successor, when will you obey my will of Osiris? ] There is still silence in the hall of judgment.

The question was not answered, and Osiris' voice was slightly lowered.

【One day...】

The last sentence was meaningful, but only half said.

A big hole suddenly appeared in the air, and the girl in the pink dress screamed and fell heavily to the ground from the hole.

The pharaoh of the underworld subconsciously swept over with sharp eyes.

The girl who had propped up her body and knelt on the bluestone floor of the main hall pouted and rubbed her sore buttocks, and looked at her master pitifully with her big beautiful eyes. fell hard.

[The rules of the underworld do not allow connections with humans. 】

The last sentence, God's grace is like a prison.

God's will cannot be violated.

The voices that suddenly sounded from all directions were like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the sudden surge of oppression was like a mountain pressing down, but it scared the black magician girl who had just sneaked into the world with the daring intention of trembling.

At the moment when the whole space was filled with shuddering fear, the entire magnificent hall seemed to shake for a moment.

In the next second, the light in the sky suddenly went out, but the frightening sense of coercion disappeared.

God is gone.

The dark purple pupils moved, and the young king of the underworld closed and opened them again.

All the while, he just sat quietly, unmoved.

The coming and going of the gods didn't seem to affect him in the slightest.

Then, he stood up from the huge black stone seat, took two steps forward, and looked down at the black magician girl who was still kneeling on the ground.

The girl who was frightened by the coercion of a god that was so powerful and terrifying just now was very pale at the moment. She carefully looked at her master who was watching her quietly, with an uneasy look on her face. .

She blinked twice, and explained in a low voice with a puppy-like fawning gaze.

"Master, master... I just want to take a sneak peek at the game master..."

"Black Witch."

The Pharaoh of the underworld glanced at her and said, "Don't do this kind of thing again."

"Osiris does not allow contact between the underworld and the human world."

The black magician girl opened her eyes wide. She sat on the ground and looked up at her master.

Her lips clenched a little bit, and her fists clenched little by little, as if she was enduring something very hard.

The girl's face showed a very unhappy expression at the moment, her mouth was flattened, she was completely angry and silent.

The young king of the underworld turned sideways, and the dark purple cloak flew up and passed the girl at that moment.

The deep voice of the young king who turned around and was about to leave rang out in the empty hall.

"Don't do unnecessary things."

"The master is an idiot idiot!"

Enduring and enduring, but in the end, the black magician girl stood up abruptly.

She clenched her fists and floated in mid-air, leaning over and shouting to her master.

Atum frowned, but when he turned around, he saw a series of water droplets falling from the air.

As soon as he raised his head, he could see the black magician girl floating in the air staring at him stubbornly, her eyes wide open, tears dripping down continuously, and her face was full of tears.

"The master clearly knows that he has to go back to the underworld, it's a lie to keep anything!"

"Don't tell the game master anything, and let Isis do that kind of thing! Don't you know that the game master will be very sad!"

"It's too much for the master to bully the game master! It's a waste of the game master liking you so much!"

"I'm going to the human world to tell the game master all this! Tell him everything! Make him hate you!"

The black magician girl who was crying with tears all over her face like a little tabby cat yelled at her master in one go, and made a childish grimace at the other party that she hated you.

The Boy King, who had been listening to the words of the black magician girl calmly, was a little dumbfounded when he saw this.

He looked at the black magician girl with a helpless and funny look in his eyes.

Letting out a light breath, he smiled, and raised his hand to stroke the soft pink hair of the black magician girl.

"It was me who was wrong."

The black magician girl originally wanted to continue to fight aggressively, but was choked up by the master's crisp apology and almost couldn't catch her breath.

Is this a mistake?

It must be too straightforward!

The choked black magician girl thought dejectedly.

Huh, no!

"Since you know it's wrong, why did the master do that!"

The black magician girl still puffed her cheeks and said angrily, "I always thought it was a bad thing done by Isis, but I didn't expect it was your order, master!"

She let go of her clenched fist, with a somewhat sad and disappointed expression on her face.

"Master doing this will make me feel that I hate the game master at all..."

The hand rubbing the hair of the black magician girl paused, the shadow of the blond hair fell, hiding most of the pharaoh's cheeks in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

Then, the white hand with the shining gold ring slowly retracted.

The wind blowing from the far side of the hall brushed the golden hair, causing the shadow on the pharaoh's face to shake.

Even the dark purple cloak behind him flaunted for a moment, then slowly fell down.

The young king of the underworld turned his head sideways, his eyes quietly looking in the direction of the wind, and he couldn't see the direction of the end.

The blond hair blown by the wind flew back, and the red flames flashed on that handsome face.

"Humans are very forgetful creatures," he said.

The boy king of the underworld suddenly talked about a completely different topic from the current one, but it made the black magician girl who had been aggressively questioning her imposing.

Her big eyes blinked twice, a little confused why her master said this sentence suddenly.

Blinking twice more, she pursed her lips.

"Master, it's not okay to change the subject."

Atum suddenly laughed.

The deep purple pupils he watched the black magician girl softened a little in his smile.

"Indeed, if you do something like that, you might be hated."

The latter sentence, rather than speaking to the black magician girl who looked at him half-understanding, might as well be the Boy King talking to himself.

There was a very shallow arc on the corner of the sharp lips, which was faintly visible.

A low sentence with a sense of nostalgia, but because it seems to have only said half of it, it seems a bit meaningful.

[No matter what it is, as long as it is a partner, I will not be angry. 】

Long ago, the young Pharaoh once said such words with a smile.

Everyone knows that Pharaoh was gentle with his companions.

No one doubts this.

……

Just like the drowsy Egyptian king lying on the purple-eyed boy king's lap obediently like a kitten at the moment.

The two of them leaned head to head and talked in a low voice.

The voice is not loud, but because of the extremely close distance between each other, it seems to penetrate directly into the other's skin from between the lips.

The slender white fingers caressed Yu You's hair time after time. Occasionally, the fingertips would rub against You You's tiny earlobe a few times as if teasing, making the white earlobe a little pink from the heat.

Yatum's dark purple pupils narrowed slightly, appearing a bit slender, and the drooping eyelashes just covered most of the gaze in his eyes, but he could vaguely feel that the gaze was fixed on the motionless boy in his arms.

He lowered his head to look at the game lying on his lap, the golden earrings were hanging down from his cheeks, and a flash of light passing by the edge occasionally illuminated the corners of his lips that were always slightly raised .

"Osiris allows you to go back and forth between the world and the underworld?"

"Ah."

"Then Seth is under your control now?"

"Although he said that, but he doesn't know the truth, so he probably won't listen to me very much."

"Ah? Pfft, if Seth will indeed do this. Speaking of which, if Seth becomes a god, then he won't be reincarnated, so will Mr. Haima be born?"

"It's hard to say, and the rules of the world can't be controlled by God."

"That's it... By the way, what about the legendary Three Dragons?"

"I plan to take them to the underworld. They are no longer suitable for staying in the human world for the priests to summon and drive."

"Aha, why don't you just throw Diya into the underworld~~"

It was when he was whispering intimately, probably because he felt that the hand that was always rubbing his earlobe made him itchy, so Youyou laughed and dodged reflexively, but the other hand seemed to be teasing him. Generally chased after.

So Yuyou resolutely raised his hand to fight back and grabbed the boy king's ear, and even tugged at him in retaliation.

Who knew this pull, but the other party didn't resist at all, but leaned down in the direction he was grabbing.

Naturally, Yu Yu only had time to open his eyes wide and look at the face that suddenly enlarged in front of him and was close at hand.

The cold metal fell on his cheek, and the warm feeling was on his lips. Before Yu Yu could react, the person who stole the kiss had already straightened his bent body.

The Egyptian king who finally came to his senses stared up angrily, but the corners of the pharaoh's lips were raised even more, and even his eyes were bent a little.

"I said you shouldn't always be like Brother Wang, it's not fun at all..."

Unhappy, he raised his hand to pinch the cheek of the other him who laughed so uncomfortably, and after just a pinch, he was caught completely in the palm of the other's big hand.

The hand holding his hand moved a little bit, and immediately pressed his hand back onto the bed.

This was an extremely common playful action, but it made Yu Yu's body freeze suddenly.

Laughter caught in his throat as he raised his head abruptly on a whim, intending to face another game that he countered back.

He froze his face, opened and closed his lips a few times, but suddenly he couldn't make a sound.

At the moment when he suddenly met the eyes of the other one who was staring at him, the trembling feeling brought about by the sense of crisis that emerged from the deepest part of his body made him tremble in his bones.

that look...

That prey-like gaze is just like the brother Wang just now——

"What? Sleepy?"

The low voice interrupted the momentary rigidity of the game.

Only then did he realize that the hand that was pressing on his wrist had loosened at some point, gently stroking the hair on his temples one after another.

He subconsciously looked at the other him again. At this moment, the deep purple pupils looking down at him were as soft as water, and the warm light inside came out, making the other person's eyes look softer.

It was the warm gaze he was most familiar with, which made him feel relieved and at ease.

Yes, this young king who has always shown his sharpness in front of others has never shown a single bit of sharpness in front of him.

Strange... Did you read it wrong just now?

You You sat up from the bed, pressed his head in confusion and thought so.

Is it really too sleepy, or is it because I was really scared by Brother Wang just now that I have such an illusion?

"partner?"

The still familiar gentle voice rang in his ears again, and the game quickly turned his head to the side and laughed.

"No, it's nothing, ah ha ha ha." You subconsciously laughed a few times, subconsciously found an excuse to cover up his gaffe and changed the subject, "I just suddenly thought that I must get up early tomorrow and change this dress."

"why?"

"Because Brother Wang will definitely lose his temper when he sees it." You Yu said depressedly, "He doesn't like me wearing clothes from my era."

Maybe I will burn this pajamas that I have worked so hard to make again.

The other one who was a Pharaoh 3000 years ago is just so stingy, unreasonable, bad-tempered, and always put on a big picture. I'm the biggest, telling him to do this and not allowing him to do that is really annoying.

Thinking of this, Yuyou raised his head and stared at the other him in front of him for a while.

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched the other person's face.

Then, he chuckled.

"The other me, you from 3000 years ago... Brother Wang, I am really afraid of him sometimes, because he always gets angry suddenly."

Egypt's king brother complained so.

He leaned over, slammed his chin on the opponent's left shoulder, shook his head, grabbed the opponent's arm with both hands and shook it.

"Well~~Compared to the other me, your temper is much better."

Compared with the brother Wang who always forces and wants to control his behavior, the other one never interferes with him against his will.

He has been so gentle to him that it can almost be called obedience, so, in front of the other him, he will always subconsciously show his most relaxed posture.

The boy king with purple pupils just smiled without making a sound, letting his partner lie down with his chin resting on his left shoulder.

Then, with one hand lightly on the other's waist, the other hand was lifted up.

The slightly spread five fingers of the raised hand pressed gently on his partner's back, slightly upward.

The fingertips that were pressed down happened to cover the most vulnerable part of the person's back and spine.

That is the gesture that shows extreme possessiveness and is the easiest to control the other party.

That one hand is enough to control the person in his arms at his fingertips.

It is completely different from the method of forcibly restraining the opponent with strong force. Obviously, it is an almost negligible extremely light force that makes the opponent feel no threat at all, but it can be easily released when the person in the arms makes a slight resistance. Suppress the opponent's body to the extent that he can't even make a struggling movement.

But the people who were already under his control didn't notice it, and they lay on top of him with a smile without any precautions, and whispered in an extremely intimate gesture.

[Partner, you forgot. 】

[The Pharaoh 3000 years ago was also me. 】

【I am no different from him. 】

The head of the king of Egypt rubbed against the left shoulder of the young king with purple pupils, as if he was looking for the most comfortable position.

With the swaying of Wang Di's head, the golden hair gently brushed the corner of the lips of the young king who tilted his head slightly, just covering up the strange smile on his lips.

[Humans are forgetful creatures. 】

The pharaoh in the underworld once said this to the black magician girl, which made her half understand.

The soul of the pharaoh must return to the underworld. This is the rule of the world, and the gods cannot violate it.

No matter what the real boy who is the king of the game does or doesn't do it, it can't change this result.

He knew it, but he didn't tell his partner about it.

He delivered the sword to his companion.

'My everything is up to you', he smiled and gestured towards the game.

Even if he knows better than anyone else how cruel it is for this kind-hearted boy to become the executioner and send himself into the underworld with his own hands.

It is because of cruelty--

The game is still very young, and there is still a long way to go. Unlike him, who has stagnated in time and will live forever in the memory of the past, the game has an infinite future with no end in sight.

The living exist in the future.

Humans are forgetful creatures.

As they move forward on new paths, they slowly forget the paths they have traveled.

Perhaps after a long, long time, his existence will be buried in the feelings and memories of his youth by the games he grew up in, and he will never be touched again.

…He will disappear from the game bit by bit, leaving nothing behind.

So just brand it.

Even in the cruelest way.

Let that scar keep dripping with blood, a heart-wrenching pain that can never be healed.

Pain, it is impossible to forget.

His companions could never dispel his shadow.

Even if he has left, the future of his partner will always be under his control and cannot escape.

"A gentle person is a partner..."

"what?"

"..."

The Pharaoh who suddenly said this without thinking did not answer, his eyes lightly fell on the golden symbol of life on Yu Yu's chest.

Partners are gentle.

So he knew that all the cruel things he did would be forgiven.

Wayward is not a partner.

He is the one who has always relied on the tenderness of his partner and is unscrupulous,