Pharaoh

"Isis, this joke is not funny."

"Mahart, you should know I don't joke about things like this."

"...I'm sorry, Isis." The dark-skinned young priest apologized bluntly to the priestess, "I was just too surprised."

"I accept your apology, Mahat, I can understand your surprise." The beautiful priestess stroked her long hair gracefully and accepted the other party's apology, "Although I may The reaction made many assumptions, including rejecting this possibility, but none of us thought that this least likely scenario would actually come true.”

"Isis, could it be that the younger brother saw through our intentions and that's why..."

"will not."

Isis categorically denied it.

"That prince is very cunning, Isis, you underestimate him."

Seth, who had been silent at the side, snorted coldly at this moment.

"I didn't underestimate him. Brother Wang is a smart and brave boy."

Isis replied, "But, he is just a smart and brave child, nothing more."

"He was brought up by civilians - this is destined to never surpass our king. Regarding the shady scenes of royal power struggles in the palace, his thinking is like a piece of white paper, and what he can understand is limited to" We are not willing to allow him to take power and threaten the status of the Pharaoh. It’s just something like that. The deeper things, let alone understanding, are simply invisible to him.”

Also, that kid didn't see himself as an Egyptian at all.

Swallowing those words back into her throat, the beautiful Priestess smiled to ease the atmosphere.

"To put it simply, his cleverness is only applicable to some innocuous little things, for example, bullying our priest Seth..."

"Shut up! Isis!"

"Yes yes yes~~~ Let me put it another way, His Royal Highness is indeed very good in all aspects, but his character has been established... the thoughts and behaviors are almost completely opposite to those of the king who received the education of the pharaoh since childhood. Yes, I do not deny that Brother Wang is indeed a kind and good boy, but it is precisely because of this that he will never be a good Pharaoh."

Priestess said she was smiling.

"I don't hate His Royal Highness, Brother Wang. It can even be said that I still like him."

She looked around at the two people around her with her eyes as beautiful as a desert oasis.

With a gentle face, his tone of voice is firm and powerful.

"However, Mahat, Seth, I, Sith, will never approve of a person like him becoming the Pharaoh of Egypt!"

"I totally agree with what you said."

Seth replied, "But, Isis, don't forget that the direct lineage of the Egyptian royal family is only the king, the younger brother, and... the high priest of the sun god Ra. We are the high priests of Egypt, if Unable to protect the blood of the Egyptian royal family so that it can be cut off, what face do we have to face the ancestors of the underworld."

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The young prince of Egypt feels a little strange recently.

Even though he was so dull in many ways that people covered his face and sighed, he could feel the strange atmosphere around him.

Illusion?The number of guards and ladies-in-charge surrounding him seemed to have increased.

Has something happened?

He thought about it and asked the people around him.

Ke Ya, who was also unaware, blamed himself deeply and said that he would clarify the matter as soon as possible and report it to His Royal Highness.

Seth, who always looked bad at him, just glared at him, turned his head and ignored him.

Mahat has been rarely seen recently and seems to be very busy.

Isis often followed the other him, and couldn't say a few words.

It is said that Sisi was sent out on business but could not find anyone.

The female officials hesitated and trembled for a long time, unable to say a word, and he couldn't bear to ask.

Emma and Chestnut Balls...forget it...

Now, no matter where he goes, he is followed by a large number of followers.

Obviously before, he could make those attendants retreat, but now no matter what he said, those people refused to leave.

Once in a hurry, the guards would kneel down and bow their heads, while the women fell on the ground tremblingly and could not say a word.

So the young king of Egypt retreated.

That's strange, there have been no assassinations in the palace recently?

Brother Wang pondered for a while but couldn't figure out what was going on, so he simply asked his brother Wang.

At this time, the young king, who was rarely free, was lazily lying on the cool chair, listening to the musicians in the palace playing the harp.

After hearing his question, the crimson pupils opened and stared at him for a while.

"That's my order."

The young pharaoh's answer made his brother blink in bewilderment.

"But, why..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the young Pharaoh nodding at him, beckoning him to go over.

He hesitated and took a few steps forward, and walked in front of his brother Wang.

The young king suddenly reached out his hand to grab his wrist, and with a sudden force, he immediately staggered forward and fell headlong into his brother Wang's arms.Before he could react to what happened, those light brown arms had already embraced him.

"Brother Wang!"

Suddenly, the cheated young brother struggled dissatisfiedly, but he was lying on the opponent's body and couldn't use his strength at all.

The boy king's arms hugged him very tightly, even if he pushed hard, he couldn't push him away.

"Brother Wang—"

"Don't be noisy."

The young king made a low voice that seemed to be scolding.

The young brother Wang rolled his eyes and became quiet.

Realizing that he could not win by brute force, he stopped his futile actions and began to seriously think about ways to escape.

The young pharaoh didn't notice what his brother was up to, and probably wouldn't care if he did.

The fact that the man in his arms finally stopped struggling seemed to make him feel a little better.He closed his eyes, habitually rubbing his chin lightly against his brother's soft hair.

Even though the blood of a foreign race flowed, the blood of the Egyptian god who was as noble as him flowed in the body of the boy in his arms.

He is the royal family of Egypt, his brother, no one can deny this.

He is the only person in this world who is qualified to be close to him, and also the only person who is qualified to be favored by him.

The harp strings vibrated in the air.

Beautiful notes swirl in the air.

It seems to be able to see them jumping in the air.

That is the music of ancient and quiet Egypt...

The young brother Wang blinked his eyes and thought about a way to escape for a long time, but his consciousness was gradually distracted by the music he had never heard before.

The sun was very warm, and he felt drowsy lying on his brother Wang's body.His fair cheeks were pressed against his brother's light brown chest, and the contrast of tones became more intense and abrupt.

Bored, he sneaked his finger under the young king's armpit and scratched it a few times.

Seeing no response, he harassed the Young King's waist a few more times.

So his troublesome hand was held in the palm of the young Pharaoh's brown hand, and he struggled several times but couldn't get rid of it.

After calming down for a while, he raised his head again.His cheek was pressed against the young king's chest, even if he raised his head, he could only see the brown neck and the smooth chin.

seems a bit sleepy...

he thinks.

The young pharaoh holds one of his hands, fingers intertwined.

The pad of the light brown thumb gently rubbed against his fingertips.

A little heat generated by the rubbing penetrated through the skin, warm but comfortable, making people feel more sleepy.

The sleepiness caused the young brother Wang to slowly close his eyes.

After squinting his eyes for a while, the shaking from the outside world made him open his eyes again in a daze.

He was the only one lying on the bench. In front of him, the Young King stood up at some point and was about to leave. After realizing that he woke up, he bent down slightly and stroked his hair.

"I'll be back in a while, you..."

What was the second half of what the young Pharaoh said, he didn't hear clearly in a trance.

The man's shadow fell on his face, and the golden sunlight crossing the black shadow made people feel more dazzling.

He rubbed his somewhat sore eyes, and what he saw was a face that was very similar to him but more handsome.

After staring blankly for a while, he smirked while still half asleep.

"...another me (in Japanese)."

He muttered under his breath and closed his eyes again in a trance.

Suddenly the world was turned upside down, his body lightened, and he was lifted up.

The extremely uncomfortable feeling of being lifted in the air and hanging in the air made him subconsciously wave his hands a few times in the air, and hug someone in front of him.

The sleepy ones were all driven away at once, his eyes widened in surprise, and only then did he realize that his whole body was being lifted up in the air by the young Pharaoh.

"Awake?"

Seeing him staring at him with wide eyes, the young king asked.

Seeing the faint displeasure on his brother Wang's eyebrows, he nodded quickly, although he didn't understand where the displeasure came from.

"What did you call me just now?"

"'Another me' (Japanese)...Ugh! Brother Wang!"

The young brother Wang, who woke up from his drowsiness, finally came to his senses.

"Is that the language used to address your brother where you used to live?"

"Well... that's right..." But it's not used to address elder brother.

"Not allowed."

"what?"

"You are the king's brother of Egypt, you are not allowed to use the language of other countries."

"……yeah?"

The young Wang brother who was completely confused looked at his brother Wang blankly.

"Did I hear what I said!"

"Yes--"

The suddenly raised volume, the extremely impatient scolding look, and the anger in the crimson pupils made the frightened young prince nod obediently.

Because the nodding action broke the barely maintained balance of his body hanging in the air, his body swayed a little, and he quickly stretched out his hand reflexively and hugged his brother Wang's neck tightly.

Probably because his answer satisfied the young king, he was put down.

He put his hands around Atum's neck, and his bare toes just touched the gravel road. He was already very thin, so it looked like his whole body was hanging on the body of the young pharaoh.

The tittering of the maids came from all around, but they immediately disappeared under the casual glance of the boy king.

Is it me who is sleepy or another me who is sleepy?

The little Egyptian brother who watched his brother go away blankly had question marks all over his head at the moment.

But I always feel like I'm forgetting something...

……

He forgot his purpose of coming to find Brother Wang!