Pharaoh

He moved his body and felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder.

He paused for a few seconds, resisting the pain, raised his head and tried to sit up.

A hand reached out, put it on his back, and helped him sit up.

He looked sideways, and the young Pharaoh who was supporting him happened to turn his head away, and casually placed the papyrus in his left hand on a low table beside the bed.

Then, the young king turned around, but his left hand, which should have been free, brought a bowl of black potion to his lips.

"Open your mouth."

Those crimson pupils looked at him without blinking, and he subconsciously opened his mouth obediently.

It's just that he never expected that the person who took care of the patient was actually the type to be taken care of.

That person doesn't know how to handle the so-called measurement.

The black liquid medicine poured into his throat, surged for a while, and rushed into his windpipe.

He pushed the opponent away, and he didn't care about the whole bowl of medicine being knocked over the young Pharaoh's body.

He clenched his chest tightly, lowered his head in pain, and coughed out tears.

The young Pharaoh, who had never done such an act of serving others, frowned. He looked at the stains all over his body, as if he wanted to get angry, but held back.

He whispered something outside, and then several maids walked in cautiously with their heads bowed.

Seeing the scene in the room, they were all startled, but they didn't dare to waste any time and rushed forward quickly.

The two maids knelt beside the young king and gently wiped the black medicine stains on his body and changed his clothes. The other maids quickly replaced the soiled sheets and wiped the stains on the floor.

After a new bowl of steaming hot potion was presented, the young Pharaoh waved his hand impatiently, and the maids respectfully left the room.

The young brother Wang who had calmed down knelt on the bed and looked at his hands that were tightly bandaged.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the face of the boy king standing in front of him.

There are traces of moisture in the light violet-toned pupils, and there are still tears in the corners of the eyes.

He stared at the handsome face of the young pharaoh, his expression seemed to be missing something, and his gentle eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the softest place in the depths of the heart.

At the moment when the young pharaoh sat on the edge of the bed again holding the potion, he seemed to wake up from a dream at that moment.

He knelt down on the bed, bowed his head and said nothing.

"look up."

It was a condescending and commanding tone, and his fingertips wrapped in bandages trembled slightly.

He still bowed his head and said nothing.

The chin was firmly pinched by the light brown fingers, and the moment it was forced to lift up, there was a tingling pain.

Before he could react, a bitter liquid was choked into his tightly blocked lips.

The man let go, and he coughed vigorously again, the medicine he was forced to swallow down his throat.

He raised his head abruptly, and snatched the medicine bowl from the opponent's left hand with his bandaged hands.

Ignoring the heat, I raised my head and swallowed it in one breath.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, he threw the empty pottery bowl on the ground as if venting his anger.

Then, big tears fell out of nowhere.

He thought that he was really becoming more and more useless.

Even though he is such an adult, he always sheds tears for no reason.

Perhaps, it was just because he remembered the warm hands that carefully held his cheeks in the dream just now, and that person's more gentle eyes than anything else...

The man said that there was nothing more important than him.

That person obviously said so.

"What are you crying for?"

The impatient tone in front of him made his body stiff, and then he wiped away his tears vigorously.

Crying is useless.

Because the person who worried, distressed and comforted him when he was crying is no longer there.

Then there is no point in crying.

"It's still dark, go to sleep."

The noble Pharaoh spoke again.

He stayed for a while, and then thought about it again. After thinking that he understood the other party's words, he quickly got up from the bed enduring the pain of his wound, and ran to the door.

It's just that the outstretched hand hasn't touched the door yet.

His whole body suddenly soared into the air.

The young Pharaoh who hugged him stared at him coldly and condescendingly, frowning tightly.

"where are you going?"

"I...ah?...I'm going to sleep." He stammered, "Go back to my room, I..."

The last few words were silently silenced under the gaze of those increasingly cold crimson pupils.

"Stay honestly for me."

He was put back on the bed again by the impatient young Pharaoh.

The words were still condescending and commanding.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble this time caused?"

Afterwards, the boy king who yawned and went to bed himself, stretched out his hand like a habit, and hugged him in his arms.

He subconsciously pushed the opponent's chest hard.

The arm holding him was so tight that he couldn't push it away.

"Don't be afraid."

Probably aware of his resistance, the young Pharaoh, whose chin was pressed against his head and occasionally rubbed his soft hair lightly, spoke.

"I won't punish you this time, but I won't make an example next time."

I am not afraid!It's not for this kind of thing──

He almost lost control and wanted to yell at the person who was holding him like this.

You don't understand anything!I don't understand anything!

If it was another me... another me, he wouldn't-

With a jolt, he suddenly woke up as if someone had poured cold water on his head and face.

... what was I thinking just now?

It turns out that I have been unknowingly comparing another me with the Pharaoh in front of me?

……wrong.

something is wrong...

I seem to have something... wrong...

"That kind of thing, you are wrong."

At this moment, there are thousands of things in his mind that he can't figure out. When he was at a loss, the calm voice of the young pharaoh came from above.

It was a voice without any emotion as usual.

"In that case, the priority should be to ensure your own life."

"I'm dead, those people will let you live."

"If you don't summon the chestnut ball, you and I will both die, and the bloodline of the Egyptian royal family will be cut off."

"It's stupid of you to do that."

The young Pharaoh spoke slowly and clearly.

But he felt that he did not understand.

"And, I told you so."

The young king pressed his head with great strength, and his cheek was pressed against his chest, unable to move.

The light-brown arms that seemed to hug his shoulders obsessively made his neck ache.

But he couldn't break free.

"You should be the one who wants me to die the most."

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

He pressed silently against his chest.

He heard the beating of the mighty heart.

His curled fingers were stiff, but subconsciously gripped the sheet under his hand.

He bit his lower lip tightly, and his light purple pupils became increasingly dim.

"So, after I die, you only need to become Pharaoh with the help of Mahat and the others."

The young Pharaoh's voice was low, close to his ear.

But it was quite low and penetrating, penetrating clearly into his mind.

"Don't think about it."

What……

What do these words... mean...?

──You should be the one who wants me to die the most──

...Is there something...

Is there something... left out... wrong? ...

──You refuse to admit the identity of the younger brother because you are afraid that I will be assassinated?

This has nothing to do with you.

You should be the one who wants me to die the most──

This kind of thing...

...Where did something go wrong...

──You should be the one who wants me to die the most.

So, after I die, you just need to become Pharaoh with the help of Mahat and the others, don’t think too much──

Over the span of 3000 years, many things have changed.

He has always thought so.

Another of his strange appearance, strange eyes and strange every move.

He kept wondering if he had made a mistake somewhere.

He thought he had found the man.

Then, he kept looking at the person beside him in bewilderment, the Pharaoh of Egypt, who was arrogant, arrogant, and as hard as a rock.

If it was another me, he would definitely...

No matter how he warned himself, he couldn't help but think this way again and again from the bottom of his heart.

Time and time again, he compares the pharaoh with another him in a scale.

Pharaohs, just pharaohs.

He couldn't find the maturity and stability of the other him 3000 years later, and he couldn't find the gentleness of the other him that belonged to him.

Until the day when the conflict broke out, he finally decided that he had found the wrong person.

He felt aggrieved.

He felt it was unfair to him.

Therefore, he vented his disappointment and anger on the young king who was close at hand.

He misses the other him in his memory.

[Who is the innocent person. 】

He should know better than anyone.

Everything he saw in the pharaoh had appeared in another him.No matter how the other one conceals it, it can't change the pride and conceit of the king that is engraved in his bones.

The other one is Pharaoh.

Needless to say.

It's just that he won't admit it.

Just because he couldn't find the tenderness that once belonged to him in Pharaoh.

He is always self-righteous in the definition.

He always misses things that shouldn't be missed again and again.

He only cared about his grievances and lost his temper, but he never thought about—

He is simply asking the pharaoh who has no memory of that period to behave exactly like another him.

He never thought about how unfair his so-called wronged request was to the young Pharaoh.

For a long time, he stubbornly pursued what had disappeared, but he couldn't see that it was by his side.

He didn't see it, so he said, there is no such thing.

However, he never noticed.

The cold and proud king always tolerated his waywardness.

Time and time again, he concedes to him, taking his place as the supreme pharaoh.

He said: He is not another him.

It's just because the crimson eyes don't have the tenderness of the other, the brown hands don't have the warmth of the other, the commanding tone doesn't have the softness of the other...

——"You should be the one who wants me to die the most."——

[So, whether I am attacked or not, you don't need to be afraid. 】

【So, you don't have to worry about whether I get hurt or not】

【So, whether I die or not, you don't need to be sad. 】

[You don't need to have any burden or pain because of my affairs. 】

【I will protect you. 】

Not without.

Only he didn't see it.

The clumsy tenderness of the young Pharaoh.