Pharaoh

"Brother Wang!!"

The young Egyptian pharaoh stood on the high platform where half of the royal palace was shattered. His sharp golden hair and the Eye of Horus on his forehead reflected each other, shining golden light in the sun.

Under the backlight, the distance was too far to make it difficult to see the expression on the young king's face at the moment.

His beige hands paused in the air.

An extremely tiny momentary pause that most people cannot notice.

His hands were lowered.

The crimson light shining on the demon dragon Gondola, which spread its huge black dragon wings and floated above the boy king's head, also gradually disappeared.

There stood the young Pharaoh, his garments flying as the morning wind blew.

He seemed to be thinking about something in silence, and he seemed to be looking down at the Egyptian people who were prostrate at his feet on the ground.

Then, he jumped off the platform.

Straightforward posture with almost light posture bent knees and landed on the ground.

He stood up and strode forward.

His hands ripped off his dark blue cloak as he walked.

The young king of Egypt curled up and lay on the ground, not noticing his arrival.

The bare limbs were covered with large and small scratches from gravel.

The crimson pupils of the young king glanced at the young priest who was stretching out his hand to help Wang brother up from the ground.

Seth was taken aback for a moment, and stood quietly aside.

He frowned, obviously displeased.But even though he was extremely dissatisfied with Wang Di's yell to stop the pharaoh just now, and looked at Wang Di who was obviously crying at the moment, he didn't say anything after all.

The dark blue soft cloak was thrown down by its owner, and fell lightly, covering the body of the scarred boy on the ground.

The young Pharaoh bent down and lifted his brother from the ground.

The younger brother, who was suddenly picked up from the ground, didn't seem to have expected that Atum would come to him so soon. Those violet eyes were wide open, and he looked at Atum in a daze.

Crimson pupils stared at his brother's dirty face, which was a mixture of blood, tears and dust.

He stared at the pair of light purple pupils full of water vapor for a moment.

The young Pharaoh's expression was calm and indifferent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Those light purple pupils stared blankly at him for a while, and the young Wangdi stretched out his hand.

The normally beautiful white porcelain fingers are dirty at the moment, with scars worn out from clinging to the ground, dried blood stains whether it is their own or someone else's, and gray-black dust.

It moved slowly toward the beige cheeks of the young Pharaoh, feeling a little frightened and a little tentative.

Atum frowned, seemingly displeased.

But even though the dirty-looking fingers touched his face, he didn't move to avoid his brother's hand.

His right cheek was smeared with blood and dust from his brother's fingers.

"...Brother Wang?"

The young Wangdi, who was wrapped in a dark blue cloak for most of his body, made a small sound. He retracted his left hand that caused trouble, and his immature face showed an increasingly timid expression.

Staring at his younger brother, who seemed to be a little scared, the young Pharaoh's eyes showed obvious displeasure.

"Seth."

"Yes."

The great priest standing aside responded to the pharaoh's call and bowed down.

"I don't want to do anything with the garbage outside the east gate of the palace."

said the young Pharaoh, looking piercingly at Seth kneeling at his feet.

"Seth, don't let me think that my great priests are useless waste."

"I'm sorry, Pharaoh, it's my negligence."

Although he often dared to argue with the pharaoh, the young priest who never shirked when he encountered his own mistakes frankly admitted his mistakes.

"I am willing to accept any punishment, but please give me more time now."

He said, "Please leave with Brother Wang, and I will take care of the rest."

The crimson cold pupils stared at him for a moment, the young Pharaoh turned around, hugged his brother and left.

He said, "I allow you to use my name, and anyone who refuses to throw away their weapons will be executed."

The young priest who stood up was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of obvious disapproval appeared on his face.

He looked at the back of the departing Pharaoh, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

However, at the moment when he was about to speak, his eyes fell on the left shoulder of the young king.

A blood-stained, white porcelain-colored hand that could no longer be seen was resting on the pharaoh's left shoulder.

Some indistinct emotion flashed in the depths of the sky-colored pupils. Although he still looked unhappy, Seth did not stop the Pharaoh who was leaving after all.

He turned and walked in the opposite direction from the Pharaoh.

The pharaoh said that anyone who refused to throw away his arms would be put to death.

In other words, anyone who surrenders can save his life.

That stupid, useless, brash, and pretending to be a good guy is so annoying to the extreme——

Above, Seth can only secretly slander.

Egypt’s majestic royal palace stands quietly on the ground. Although some buildings collapsed during the war, the severely damaged places are basically concentrated in the center of the palace—the tower that was originally the residence of the Pharaoh. It was somewhat affected by the flames, but it was basically intact.

The young Pharaoh carried his brother in his arms and walked towards the western side hall, which was not affected by the flames of war.

Along the way, the scattered people who knelt on the ground pressed their foreheads to the ground in a daring manner, and stood up carefully after the Pharaoh had passed by for a long time, and followed behind the Pharaoh.

Although they survived the catastrophe, they secretly looked at the Pharaoh's back with joy in their eyes.

Although they were frightened by the cruelty of the young pharaoh, they were relieved that the pharaoh was still alive.

The pharaoh is fine, the king's brother is fine, and naturally nothing will happen to Egypt.

So many thought with relief.

The only remaining senior Egyptian generals yelled in a low voice, gathered the soldiers into a whole team, separated into small groups and spread out in all directions, searching for any surviving enemies.

The female officer in charge of the western side hall has already greeted her with her attendants and maids, kneeling at the palace gate.

After the pharaoh's permission, the middle-aged female officer who was not young stood up calmly. She lowered her head humbly and carefully led the young king to the spare room for the pharaoh in the side hall.

After expressing that she would bring the doctor as soon as possible, the female officer withdrew from the door and ordered several maids to quickly prepare clean clothes and hot water to send them in.

The room fell silent, and the attendants stood guard outside.

There were only a few maids standing quietly in the corner, waiting for the pharaoh's call at any time.

Is Atum angry?

Along the way, Yu Yu carefully peeked at the face of the young pharaoh who was holding him.

He saw obvious displeasure on that handsome but cold face, even if he called Brother Wang in a low voice, he ignored him.

He obviously should know.

As a pharaoh, Atum would not allow his younger brother to act against him in matters related to Egypt.

Trivial matters may allow him to be willful, but he must not object to the matters related to Egypt that Yatum decided.

All the while he kept himself as far as possible from the affairs of Egypt.Because he knew that no matter how much the Pharaoh loved his younger brother at this time, he would never allow him to touch the forbidden area of ​​Egypt's rights.

Seth had warned him that the Wang family had no family ties.

Of course he knew this kind of thing, so he ignored his identity as the king's brother as much as possible, and evaded his responsibility as the king's brother of Egypt.

just now...

At this moment, he was sitting curled up on the head of the bed, and the originally clean and white bedcloth was also covered with dust and blood by him.

He tugged at the dark blue cloak on his body, trying to wrap it tighter.

He bowed his head and buried his face in his knees.

He didn't want to see Atum looking at him with displeasure.

The eye sockets of the young brother Wang became hot again.

He clenched his teeth and tried not to make any noise, but the tears gathered in his eyes could not be held back no matter how hard he tried, rolling out of his eyes continuously.

The tears dripped down on his knees, they were hot and melted away a little blood on his knees.

The bed beside him suddenly sank, obviously someone sat down on the edge of the bed on that side.

The young brother Wang's body froze subconsciously.

Probably aware of his reaction, the hand that had already grasped the cloak on his body paused slightly.

Then the young pharaoh tried to yank off the dark blue cloak that was wrapped around him.

He grabbed the cloak that wrapped him tightly, refusing to let go.

He buried his head deeply, but his hands firmly held onto it, refusing to be pulled away.

Probably because of his persistence, the hand that was trying to tear off the cloak stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his head, meeting the cold crimson eyes staring at him.

The young Pharaoh stared at his brother with a frown.

The pair of big violet pupils with a little water vapor cast a glance at him, and immediately lowered their eyes as if startled.

When he saw his younger brother who was too scared to look at him again, the young pharaoh's handsome face finally showed obvious anger.

Even if he didn't look at it, he could still feel the sharp eyes shot from the crimson pupils. The young Wang brother who was stared at him chilled all over, and subconsciously curled up tighter on the head of the bed.

However, in the next second, his face was forcefully lifted up by his brother Wang.

The pair of beige strong hands held his face forcibly, the young pharaoh's voice was low, with an extremely obvious displeasure and anxiety.

"I have let go of those rebels, why are you still afraid of me!"

There were still traces of tears on the young prince's immature cheeks, and his violet pupils were still a bit frightened.

But after hearing these words, Brother Wang's big eyes blinked in astonishment and confusion.

... Isn't he angry at himself for stopping him and meddling in Egyptian government affairs?

Uh……

Did I make a mistake again?

The young brother Wang, who should be very smart but is so slow in some aspects that it makes people collapse, is still thinking hard about what he made a mistake.

However, the young Pharaoh had already keenly noticed that his younger brother's thoughts were drifting away from him again.

He squeezed his brother's chin again in displeasure, and used the pain to bring his attention back to himself.

"I won't allow you to be afraid of me."

said the young Pharaoh, looking displeased.