Pharaoh

【King Soul】...

Was it really born from Atum's soul?

always feels weird...

He stared hard at the black Egyptian cobra, circling it curiously.The proud black giant snake twisted its long body uncomfortably, as if it wanted to crawl away from him.

The young Wangdi grabbed the big black snake by its tail.

The black Egyptian cobra hissed and spit out the snake letter, and the ruby ​​eyes showed anger, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with his rude behavior at the moment.

Until he saw the cobra's fangs shining coldly, Wang Di, who had just been staring at it, finally came to his senses.

He immediately let go of his hand, and looked at the cobra who vomited a snake letter to him with his big light purple eyes so clear and innocent, and shrank back.

At this time before, the black cobra would probably raise his head in disdain and shake off him.

But this time, he probably felt that his authority had been challenged, and the black cobra refused to give up and uttered a snake letter to suppress him.

Wow, really angry.

Sensing the obvious anger of the cobra, the young Wang brother hugged his head subconsciously and timidly.

After waiting a few seconds, he peeked up through a gap in his arm.

The black Egyptian cobra raised its upper body and stood in front of him. Its beautiful wings with golden patterns fluctuated softly in the air. The eyes of Horus with golden patterns on the wings became more dazzling in the sun.

It stopped its act of intimidating Brother Wang, and gently swayed its triangular snake head.

The ruby-like pupils stared at the bandage on the young brother's arm.

"this?"

For some reason, the young prince who could easily understand the meaning of the cobra from its eyes looked at the bandage wrapped around his arm. It was the doctor who cleaned the wound and bandaged it after he fell that day. He thought it was scratched. A small injury to the skin is not enough... But under the insistence of the terrified doctor and the oppressive gaze of the young pharaoh, he finally gave in.

"It's just a small injury, it will be fine in a few days."

Sensing the look of distrust in the fiery red pupils, Yuyu simply tore off the bandages.

The bruise has already formed a scar after a few days.

The young Wangdi smiled and raised his arms with loose white bandages to show the black cobra.

"Look, everything is ready."

The black cobra glanced at him, with disdain in the red pupils.

Then, its jet-black body slid out of a graceful arc and threw it down. The Egyptian prince left on his own.

What is its relationship with Atum...

Brother Wang stared at its back with confusion in his eyes.

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[Partner, you have surpassed me. 】

The handsome young man with deep violet pupils said to him that the warm fingers holding his shoulder left, and he subconsciously grasped the hand that left in front of him.

The boy whose hand was held by him was stunned for a moment, something unclear surged in the depths of his dark purple pupils.

Then, he smiled at him.

The palms of those hands held his face, and the slender and beautiful fingers pressed against his cheeks warmly.

[Partner, goodbye. 】

The man said so to him with a smile that was gentle enough to make you cry.

Those warm hands left him without hesitation with a cruelty that was completely contrary to his soft tone.

A dark blue cloak flew up in front of him.

With his eyes open, he watched the back of the pharaoh 3000 years ago melt into the brilliance of the underworld.

He opened his eyes.

As far as the line of sight is concerned, it is dark, and the starlight in the night sky casts a little light on the bluestone-carved palace through the skylight.

He slowly sat up and looked around in a daze.

An ancient and exotic spacious room...

The young Wangdi slowly got up from the bed where he was the only one, and walked outside.

Just when the door was opened, the maid who heard the noise in the room was already kneeling in front of the door.

"Where's Brother Wang?"

The young Wang Di asked, the violet-toned pupils showed a hint of timidity for some reason.

"The Pharaoh is taking a bath."

Voldemort's maid replied respectfully.

"Take me to find him."

"what?"

"I can't go?"

"No...not." After a little thought, the maid stood up, still bowing her head humbly, "Please follow me."

Clear hot water poured down from the exquisite statues all around, and amidst the sound of splashing water, white mist lingered upwards.

The young pharaoh sits aside in the steaming bath, his figure blurred in the mist.

The blond hair was wetly attached to his cheeks that were a little rosy from the heat, and the crimson pupils narrowed slightly with a sense of comfort.

The lazy and handsome eyebrows and eyes contain a pride that surpasses everything.

Several young and beautiful maids dressed in translucent dresses knelt aside respectfully, waiting for the pharaoh's call at any time.

The young king raised his hand slightly.

The female officer who was kneeling by the warm water pool and gently helping the boy king wipe his body stopped knowingly and stepped back.

The crimson eyes were closed, and the young Pharaoh raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to quietly enjoy the sensation of the warm water on his body.

The bathroom door opened.

The female officer who had just stepped back from the pharaoh stared angrily at the maid who pushed the door in.

When Wang was taking a bath, no one was allowed to come in and out at will, unless authorized.

The maid turned sideways, then bowed her head.

The figure of the young brother Wang appeared beside her.

The female officer was stunned, but the next second she reacted, she immediately bent down, her head humbly pressed to the ground.

Although people broke into the bathroom in violation of the rules when Wang bathed, he would definitely be punished afterwards.

But if the king's younger brother, who was favored by the pharaoh, was stopped outside, then it would not be a question of impunity, but a question of how to save his life.

The young pharaoh is closing his eyes, enjoying the comfort of warm water sliding over his skin.

Suddenly, he felt someone reach out from behind and wrap his arms around his neck.

The crimson purple pupils opened quickly one second before Yingren behind the butterfly touched him, and there was a bone-chilling chill in the depth of the red.

Which daring maid was the one who touched him without his permission...

The slender arms of the man sitting by the pool wrapped around his neck from behind.

The soft porcelain-colored cheeks pressed against his beige ears, which were slightly reddish by the heat, bringing a hint of coolness.

The bathroom was steaming, and the chill in the depths of the young Pharaoh's pupils seemed to be dispelled by the rising heat mist.

The beige left hand lifted up from the water, dripping wet, and stroked the head of Wang Di resting on his left shoulder.

"Haven't you slept so late today?"

Normally, by the time he finishes handling the government affairs and returns to his room, his younger brother is already sound asleep.

There were a lot of things to do today and he rested later than usual. The younger brother was still awake and came here to look for him, which surprised the young Pharaoh.

"I was asleep."

The young brother Wang replied, embracing his brother Wang's neck and refusing to let go.

He said sullenly, "I just woke up from a dream."

Crimson eyes glanced at the maid on the side.

Then, with the sound of splashing water, the young Pharaoh stood up from the water, dripping wet.

He had already realized that the maid immediately covered him with a clean and soft white linen cloth to wipe him clean, and quickly changed into clean clothes.

At first, he sat by the pool and hugged the drenched Pharaoh, and then when he got up, the king's brother who was splashed with water was almost soaked.The female officer who was quick to see the opportunity had already ordered someone to bring Wang Di's clothes, and at this time, she also hurriedly helped Wang Di change into them.

The young Pharaoh was still standing while his maid carefully arranged his clothes.

Suddenly the maid took a hasty step back.

His younger brother threw himself into his arms and hugged his waist, his fair face was deeply buried in his chest, his arms were tightly hugged and he refused to let go.

Is it a nightmare?

thought the young Pharaoh.

She is too timid, even in a dream she can be scared like this.

Obviously thinking so dissatisfiedly, but because he was satisfied with the situation that his younger brother was so active in clinging to himself, Pharaoh's mood became better and better.

"What the hell is this nightmare?"

Cupping his brother's face between beige fingers, the young pharaoh asked in a low voice.

"...It can't be called a nightmare."

The familiar warmth of the fingers on his cheek made Yugi narrow his eyes slightly.

"It was just a dream... I personally sent him to die alone."

A person who means a lot to him.

This person is obviously by his side right now, but what is this sudden uneasiness...

The young king hummed and stopped talking.

For him, the death of a person is not a nightmare at all.

He changed the subject nonchalantly.

"Can you still sleep?"

Wang Di, who was still holding his waist tightly and never letting go, raised his head, and stared at him eagerly with his big light purple eyes.

"Brother Wang will sleep with me?"

"of course."

"Even if I wake up in the middle of the night, can I still see Brother Wang?"

The crimson pupils moved slightly, and there seemed to be something unseen surging in the depths of the pupils.

"……Um."

The young Pharaoh answered in a calm tone.

But he himself couldn't see the unprecedented softness on his face at this moment.

The next morning.

The same morning as always, the same sun as always.

The diligent Pharaoh still got up early as usual, and the accompanying priest had already waited outside the door.

Brother Wang, who was quarreled as usual, knelt on the bed, yawned and rubbed his eyes.

The Pharaoh who was about to leave stared at his sleepy brother's crimson pupils with a touch of softness, and he stretched out his hand as usual, wanting to touch his soft and tender cheek before leaving.

The light brown fingertips just touched the white porcelain cheeks.

The young Wangdi raised his hand and subconsciously wanted to hold that hand.

Fingertips grazed his cheek—

The warmth brought by those fingers disappeared instantly from his face——

The owner of the beige finger fell suddenly from his side—

His eyes popped open—

"Pharaoh!"

"Notify Your Excellency the High Priest!"

"...Go call the doctor!"

"Lord Mahat! The king—"

The young pharaoh of Egypt fell into an unexplained coma.

Although the great priest Mahat immediately blocked the news, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

With this secret news as the carrier, an invisible violent shock gradually spread to the whole of Egypt centered on the royal city of Egypt.

Egypt, which was originally stable and prosperous, suddenly became tense after losing its king, and the people of Egypt were panicked.