Pharaoh

The hot sun was shining on the earth, and the golden gravel glistened on the ground.

It seems that gold is spread on the endless land, reflecting the dazzling brilliance.

The place where the pharaohs are located is the golden capital of Egypt.

Dense emerald green branches and leaves are intertwined, shielding the hot sun from the forest in the valley.

Towering trees rise from the ground, and emerald green vines pass over the branches and leaves.

In the dense forest of the valley, although there is no gust of wind whizzing by in the desert outside, there is also no sunshine.The occasional cool breeze makes people feel the comfort and coolness in the forest.

A clear stream splits the forest in the valley in half. Its slender body meanders through the valley, making a pleasant water sound as it flows.

Walk up it, and when you hear the sound of splashing water, you have reached its source.

The huge and majestic palace stood on top of the snow-white rock, and the water seeped out from the crevices of the cliff at its feet, converging into a small waterfall, pouring down, splashing large swaths of water when it fell to the ground.

This is a palace built near the royal city for the Egyptian pharaohs to escape the summer heat.

Ten days ago, a major accident occurred in the royal city. Even the residence of the pharaoh in the royal palace collapsed and was damaged. Now it is being rebuilt intensely.

Such an environment is really not suitable for Pharaoh to live in, so the political center of the entire Egypt was moved to this newly built palace.

It was past noon, and the priests and ministers had already left this cool and comfortable summer resort and returned to the royal city.

The orders that the Pharaoh issued one after another did not show any consideration for them who were tired of traveling between the two places.

But no one dared to complain, they knew the harshness and cruelty of the young Pharaoh.If he could not meet his demands, any excuse would be useless, and they would only be severely punished without mercy.

They can only do their best to do what they should do.

At this moment, in a smaller room at the back of the palace hall, the great priest Seth put a stack of papyrus on the low table in front of the young king. Isis and Mahat, who had just returned to the king's city recently, were standing below.

"Because your request is to completely tear down the damaged part of the palace and rebuild it, so the matter is more troublesome, and I am afraid it will be difficult to do it in a short time." Seth said, "The slaves have not even been able to clean up the ruins yet."

"All the senior generals of the rebel army have been executed, and all the low-ranking generals and soldiers have been reduced to slaves. Some ministers have raised the current shortage of funds and hope to sell these slaves."

"All the suspects among the palace's servants have been executed, and new guards need to be added as soon as possible."

"According to what I can find so far, all the signs of this rebellion point to a certain assistant minister left by the former Pharaoh for you. On the surface, it seems that it is because you are not willing to be gradually deprived of your rights over the years. ...Of course, I don't think it's that simple."

The young Pharaoh nodded, indicating that he understood Seth's words.

Then, his crimson pupils turned to the beautiful priestess standing on the other side.

"Someone secretly tricked the priests and ministers in Lower Egypt to stand on their own feet. Their hands and feet are clean. I haven't tracked down who that person is in a short time." Isis bowed his head respectfully and said, "The minister who took the lead in the rebellion has long been against You have a lot of complaints, when he sent his daughter to you and hoped that you would make her his concubine, but Wang you gave her to a humble guard, he seems to have always held a grudge about this matter."

She hesitated for a while, "I have executed all his family members and followers, but that woman..."

"woman?"

The young Pharaoh frowned and spoke.

"Yes, his daughter is the woman who served you for a while back then. You gave her to a guard. She should have stayed in the capital all these years, so you see..."

"I don't remember, you can handle it yourself."

The young Pharaoh's indifferent answer might have been expected by Isis.However, that woman served Pharaoh after all, so if Isis wanted to execute her, he still had to symbolically ask Pharaoh what he meant.

Even if that innocent woman knew nothing about her father's rebellion, she and her children must die.

The blood of the rebel party is not allowed to remain in the slightest.

"General Umos has led the northern army to defeat the combined army of the small countries that invaded our country. After they were defeated, they withdrew their troops back to the country one after another. General Umos stationed the army on the border, waiting for the king's order. .”

Seeing the boy king's gaze on him, Mahat immediately spoke.

"Order Umos to pursue across the border immediately. As for which country's defeated army to pursue, let him decide for himself. He must capture the royal city of that country for me! As for other countries, we will settle accounts with them one by one in the future."

The young Pharaoh said, his eyes became sharper, and every word was powerful.

"If you dare to offend Egypt, you must have the consciousness of being destroyed."

He pondered for a moment, and his eyes fell back on Seth again.

"The construction of the pyramids and temples is temporarily suspended, and all the slaves are sent to build the palace first." He said casually, "Tell them that if they can't complete the work within the deadline, they will all be executed."

"Those soldiers who were reduced to slaves are not allowed to be auctioned, and they will be locked up for a period of time."

"The selection of the new palace servants is handed over to Isis."

"Stop the investigation of this rebellion, and treat that minister as the head of the rebellion. All investigations will be transferred underground, and those clues will be closely watched... Seth?"

The young Pharaoh was dissatisfied to find that his chief priest seemed to be distracted, and was about to reprimand him, but was a little surprised to find that not only Seth, but the other two chief priests also seemed a little distracted.

The priests all tilted their heads, and all six eyes looked to his left side.

So the young king also turned his head subconsciously, and looked in the direction of the priests' eyes.

The young king of Egypt put his hands on the door frame on the right, only half of his body was exposed.

He lay cautiously at the door, looking at the young pharaoh in the room without blinking.

There is obvious expectation in the bright and big violet eyes, but there seems to be a little hesitation about being reprimanded.

The Pharaoh of Egypt was silent for a moment, then held out his left hand in the direction of his brother.

"come on."

He said it seemed a little off.

But the young prince who got his permission didn't care about the unhappiness in his tone at all.

The big light purple eyes were bent, and the young Egyptian brother immediately ran to his brother's side, ignoring Seth's staring gaze, and sat on the vacant space on the left side of the throne without hesitation.

Then, he smiled at the three great priests below.

"Mahat, Isis, long time no see."

The young Pharaoh raised his hand and gently rubbed his soft hair, and his bright crimson pupils also softened a little.

"I told you to rest more."

"I don't want to sleep anymore..."

Brother Wang muttered in such a low voice with some guilt.

Then immediately changed the subject.

"Brother Wang, you continue to do your thing and don't worry about me."

He sat and watched his brother Wang talk to the great priests.

Although I just said that I don't want to sleep, but at this moment, my eyelids sank again unknowingly.

After the incident in Gondola, recently he always felt groggy, extremely lethargic, and often fell asleep without knowing it.

At this moment, his eyelids sank again and again, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Then, the head that slid down the back of the chair naturally rested on the pharaoh's shoulder.

Atum, who had known this would happen for a long time, reached out and hugged him skillfully.

"Pharaoh, how is your brother's injury?"

The one who asked was Mahat who was watching his brother worriedly.

"Fortunately."

The young king replied, hugging his younger brother, looking very impatient.

"It's just that since that day, I've been too clingy to me."

Priest Seth put a pile of papyrus scrolls on the table in front of the pharaoh again with a blank expression.

He said, "Your Majesty, are you enjoying it?"

"...shut up, Seth."

The three high priests of Egypt walked out of the room, and Mahat, who came out last, closed the door gently.

Dazzling sunlight shot down through the gaps in the lush green leaves, swaying on the beautiful face of the priestess.

Isis raised her hand subconsciously to block the glare of the sun, and then she walked forward slowly, with her usual calm and elegant posture.

She smiled and said, "It's been a hard time for you, Seth."

"Fortunately."

Seth replied nonchalantly.

Then, frowning with displeasure, he glanced at the Pharaoh's closed door behind him.

"That brother Wang is really troublesome. Don't you know that we are very busy now? We still bother Wang all the time."

At this time, several maids holding fresh fruits with water droplets passed by the high priests, and Seth stopped the empty-handed maid behind.

"Send the quilt to the king."

puff--

This is the muffled laughter of a certain High Priest Mahat who has been patient in front of the Pharaoh, patiently left the room, and finally broke through in an instant.

"Why are you laughing, Mahat!"

Mahat just lowered his head and grinned, and had no time to answer the great priest Seth who was looking at him with an unhappy face.

"Seth~~"

The beautiful Egyptian priestess who also had a smile at the corner of her mouth raised a slender hand, holding half of her face, and spoke in a tone that seemed to be helpless but was actually completely teasing.

"I seem to see the shadow of the former High Priest Mahat in you now."

"...shut up, Isis."

The cool breeze moved lively through the fragmentary conversations of the priests.

It happily glides its slender and formless body, dancing in the light.

It stared at the closed door curiously, and nimbly passed the guards stationed at the door, and sneaked in through the gap in the door.

A cool breeze blew over the light brown cheeks of the young pharaoh, and his beautiful golden hair, like melted gold, flew up.

The papyrus in his hand also rustled and vibrated in the gust of wind.

It was probably because of the breeze that the younger brother who was sleeping in his arms felt a bit of coolness, and the head leaning on his chest moved slightly.

Atum, who had been holding his brother with his left arm, put down the paper in his right hand and lowered his head.

When I lowered my eyes, the first thing I saw was the ears protruding from the soft hair.

It should have been a soft white, but now, perhaps because of the slight heat, it took on a light pink hue.

There was another cool wind blowing over, maybe the slightly hot pink ear felt the coolness, and it moved slightly.

The young Pharaoh subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, the soft and slightly warm feeling permeated his hand through his fingertips.

He glanced at his earlobe, the little trace of red had disappeared.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a place on his left cheek close to his chin, his fingers loosened the soft ear, and his fingertips lightly scratched the shallow scar there.

It was a trace that was hard to detect without looking carefully, and it would probably disappear from his brother's cheek in a few days.

Just like the scars on his brother's arms and legs that are gradually disappearing.

I will protect you.

No one can hurt you.

That day, the young Pharaoh had made such a promise.

However, he didn't do it.

The fingertips slid around the scar lightly, and the crimson pupils of the young king looked a little gloomy at the moment.

Perhaps it was the unhappiness deep in his heart that inadvertently increased the strength of his fingers a little. The young prince who was sleeping in his arms let out a slight nasal snort, moved the corners of his eyes, and woke up.

The sleepy Wang brother looked at Yatum with half-opened eyes, still with a dazed look on his face.

He stared blankly at Atum for a moment, then raised his hand to the pharaoh's face.

The white porcelain fingertips groped repeatedly on the light brown cheeks, touching from the eyes to the lips one by one, as if confirming something.

Then, probably confirming that it reassured him.

The young Wangdi laughed happily, his big eyes curved into crescent moons.

Allowing his younger brother to grope his face with disrespectful actions, the young Pharaoh quietly stared at the immature face in his arms that was very similar to his own.

Those crimson pupils were so bright that people couldn't see the color in the depths of the eyes clearly.

The young Wangdi drew back his hand and hung in the air, his half-opened sleepy eyes seemed to be searching for something.

Under the slightly puzzled gaze of the crimson pupils, his hand lowered, lightly covering the back of Atum's light brown hand on his leg, and then he grasped it tightly.

After doing all this well, he seemed to be satisfied.

With his eyes closed, his fair face rubbed against Atum's chest, as if he was looking for the most comfortable position.

The young Wangdi fell into a deep sleep again.

The cool wind gently brushed the golden hair of the two of them again.

The young Pharaoh lowered his head, and his light brown cheeks were lightly pressed against the white and soft forehead of his king brother.

The shadow of the hair covered most of the handsome face, and the slightly raised corners of the lips were faintly visible.

At that moment, the bright crimson pupils seemed to melt into the flowing light that penetrated through the gaps in the golden hair.

That is always there even without the brilliance of the sun god Ra to witness

more precious than anything

more exciting than anything

The tenderness of the Pharaoh.

——Part Two END——

Tears of the Pharaohs