Pharaoh

Compared with the previous downpour, the rain at this time has been much smaller.

There was a rustling sound as it hit the leaves.

The man was completely soaked, and the place where he was standing was an open gravel field, which was much brighter than the dark forest.

Not far from his feet, the steep slope of the mountain rose almost vertically.If it falls, although it cannot kill anyone, it will be enough.

The water flowed down his dark cheeks to his chin, and then dripped down. It was unclear whether it was rain or his cold sweat.

He was holding a dagger, and the tip of the sword was firmly pressed against the neck of the boy in his arms, the tip of the blade was already a little bright red.

The same drenched young man had a pale face, his eyes were closed, and his limp body was completely dependent on the support of the man holding him hostage.

His hands were hanging by his sides, dripping with blood, rain mixed with blood dripping from his fingertips.

There was a pool of blood at his feet.

The man is upset, very upset.

It was supposed to be a fatal blow, but it was destroyed by this younger brother who he never looked down upon.

At the moment when the boy grabbed the dagger, he reacted immediately after being startled.

Pulling out the dagger violently, he took advantage of the momentum and aimed it at the neck of the young king who was close at hand.

The young Pharaoh, who was ready, threw his body back sharply.

The tip of the blade narrowly brushed his chin and swung a bright arc in the air.

While leaning back, the young king took advantage of a vigorous backflip and neatly opened the distance between himself and the assassin.

One hand was pressed on the ground to keep the body balanced just after landing, and the other hand quickly reached towards the waist.

Keng ─ ─

The sharp dagger was unsheathed.

The shining white blade was even more dazzling against the burning crimson pupils of the Boy King.

The young Pharaoh, sword in hand, slowly rises to his feet, approaching his prey proudly and confidently.

The gaze ready to go, the vigorous and explosive body, the tyrannical crimson eyes like a beast staring at its prey, and the sense of coercion that seems to be an inborn king──all of them will not betray him. The guard trembled from the bottom of his heart.

He subconsciously took a step back out of fear.

With this step, the corner of his eyes caught sight of the boy beside him, who was slumped on the ground and trembling violently because of the severe pain of his injured hand.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he strangled the neck of this young prince who was doing bad things to him with one hand, and forcefully pulled him up.

The young Wangdi groaned like weeping because of the pain. He raised his hand as if trying to pull away the hand that was holding him, but with a slight movement, an indescribable tingling pain was transmitted to the brain nerves almost by the entire cut palm. It made him tremble all over.

He lowered his hand weakly, allowing the man to drag him backwards.

The moment the man pointed the dagger in his hand at the neck of the young man who was shackled in his arms, the footsteps on the other side that gradually approached him and gave him a strong sense of threat stopped.

He was relieved.

Looking up, he saw that the young king on the opposite side frowned, and his crimson pupils didn't even look at him, but only looked at the younger brother who was held hostage by him.

The betrayed guard gathered his mind, clasped his thin shoulder with his left hand, and dragged him back step by step.

As he retreated, he kept vigilantly staring at the opposite person.

The young Pharaoh just frowned and said nothing.

After the guard walked out of the pit, he slowly followed.

At this moment, the man was standing in the open place that he had made an appointment with the connector, and the weapon in his hand was not daring to relax at all against the neck of the hostage in his arms.

The young king who made him fear from the soul was standing not far from him.

The ruby-colored pupils stared at him with a cold gaze as if staring at the dead, making him shiver uncontrollably.

As the bodyguard who has been guarding the king of Egypt since the prince, no one understands the ruthlessness and cruelty of this handsome young king better than him—just like a god who looks down on all living beings from the highest place, mercilessly He stared at the humble ants under his feet.

Everyone in this world is his slave, and his pride does not allow him to have the slightest pity and closeness to his slaves.

The life of a slave is as worthless as the life of an animal.

Slaves who betrayed themselves will never be forgiven.

His methods of dealing with his enemies are so cruel that his loyal servants tremble with fear.

But why.

Why is he the pharaoh who controls the world from above.

Why should I have to be a humble servant all my life and work for him.

The unstoppable ambition is better than the fear of the Pharaoh in the heart──

As long as this time, as long as that person puts the young man in his hand on the throne of the king of Egypt, he can get everything that person promised.

He will be a nobleman, and all his descendants will be nobles!

He who was a little restless at first gradually calmed down.

To be favored by the great priest and chosen to be the prince's guard, he has his own peculiarities - the agility and speed that are naturally different from ordinary people, and the strong physique obtained from the rigorous training that nearly killed him since he was a child make him far superior to ordinary people. .

The momentary miss made him panic, it was because he thought he was sure to die.

But when he found that the young pharaoh hesitated because of the hostages in his hands, hope was once again ignited in his heart.

Tsk, the ruthless king of Egypt also cares about his relatives... just pretend.

He couldn't help snorting in his heart, but he didn't dare to let go of the last hope in his hand.

Now he has brought the Pharaoh here.

As long as his new master arrives with an army loyal to him, the pharaoh cannot escape.

That's what he was thinking.

On the opposite side, the young pharaoh who seemed to have understood his thoughts finally made a move.

"……never mind."

The young king who was also drenched in drenching said, and then he looked up to the sky with his crimson pupils that had been staring closely at his younger brother.

The sky in the rain was a gloomy hue.

Wind blows.

The young king opened his mouth.

A mysterious and windy rhythmic tone spit out from his lips.

The wind is more urgent.

Howling and circling upwards.

Scratching the boy king's drenched clothes and flying them up.

The long and wonderful voice like a carol seemed to fly upwards along with the whistling wind.

"Shut up! Shut up!!"

The man's whole body trembled.

"Shut up right now!"

His bloodshot eyes had turned blood red, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

His face was pale beyond appearance.

"You don't care about his life!"

"Shut up!!"

Having been Pharaoh's bodyguard for so long, he certainly knew what it meant.

It was because he knew that he was trembling with fear.

The young Pharaoh still uttered those incantations with wonderful rhythms as if chanting.

His bright red pupils showed that he had focused all his attention on the spell.

There was an emotionless cruelty on his rain-drenched handsome cheeks.

"Forget it" means—abandoning his brother's life.

He did have the idea of ​​saving his younger brother back.

It was precisely because of this that he allowed the traitor to lure him here and delay for so long.

However, time has dragged on for too long, and enemy reinforcements will probably arrive soon.

The prince he dotes on probably cannot be saved.

So forget it.

No matter how much he loves this younger brother, he will never make fun of his own safety.

Comparing the two, of course he chose to give up his younger brother's life.

This is a matter of course.

He is Pharaoh.