Pharaoh

There was a dead silence in the room, and everyone hadn't recovered from the shock at that moment.

The young Wangdi's upper body was lying on the window sill, with most of it sticking out.His right hand hovered in mid-air, still maintaining the posture when he rushed over just now.

After a long while, his fingers curled up with difficulty, and his outstretched arms hung down feebly.

He bowed his head, blond hair covering his face.

Below the cliff, the waves of the Nile beat against the rock.

"I said, don't stand here."

Said the young Pharaoh, grabbing his brother by the left arm, and dragging him from the window to his side.

The young Wang brother turned his head abruptly, and grabbed the young king's arms with both hands.

He raised his head, his violet pupils stared at Atum closely, the originally soft light purple was rendered into a deep purple hue by the anger deep in his pupils.

He gripped Atum's fingers so hard they sank deep into the beige skin.

The young pharaoh looked very calm.

He let his younger brother hold his arm, and gently wrapped his hands around his younger brother's back.

His crimson pupils looked at the pair of violet pupils staring at him angrily, calmly and calmly, never dodging the slightest bit.

Brother Wang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he found that he couldn't say anything.

He let go of Atum's grip, his arms hanging limply.

His shoulders were tense, and the hands hanging down were tightly clenched again at his sides.

His lips were tightly pressed together, losing a little color.He lowered his head, his eyes just staring at the ground, and it looked like he was about to cry.

However, those light purple eyes just stared at the ground as if they were numb, and there was nothing in them.

Seeing his younger brother's appearance, the young Pharaoh raised his hand, and gently inserted his fingertips into his younger brother's soft hair, as if to comfort him.

The warm color melted from those crimson pupils is enough to make people feel the warmth better than the sun.

Snapped!

The young Wangdi raised his hand and opened the hand that was touching him.

"I'm not feeling well, I'll go back first."

He said, turned around and took a few steps, opened the door suddenly and strode out of the room.

He kept his head down all the time, his golden hair covered his eyes, only his lips were tightly pressed, and the place where he was bitten was lacking a little blood.

The door was closed again, and the young brother's back disappeared from everyone's sight.

The young high priest of Egypt stared at the closed door and let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.Perhaps this kind of behavior is already the limit that Wang Di can force himself to do.

To be honest, he didn't quite agree with Pharaoh's behavior, but he agreed with the reasons given by the king.

The sacred royal blood does not allow the blood of sinners to stain it.

From the very beginning, Seth held a hostile attitude towards the mother and son.When he thought about it, even if the child was really of royal blood, he would never admit it. At most, he would be sent to a remote place to be raised in isolation.

He never thought that the pharaoh would do such a decisive and cruel act... In the past, the pharaoh's various doting behaviors for the king's younger brother made everyone have an illusion.They all felt that the cruel pharaoh who ascended to the throne by stepping on the blood of the entire palace would change because of the existence of his brother, even Seth thought so.

However, this is just an illusion.

The supreme pharaoh will never change for anyone.

——It doesn’t matter if you dote on the younger brother, he is still the Pharaoh of Egypt——

Isis once said this to him, perhaps until now, Seth finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

A low laugh broke the oppressive atmosphere in the room, and the woman kneeling on the ground raised her head.

The appearance under the soft and beautiful long golden hair is beautiful. The living environment that is no longer pampered has added a little bit of weather to her face, but the woman still has a beauty that is beyond ordinary people.

The dead child inherited the beauty of the woman, and the soft and lovely face vaguely bears the shadow of the mother.

The woman kneeling on the ground raised her head, her eyes as black as ink stared at the young Pharaoh.

There was no sadness on her face, but a look of relief.

"Alright."

The smile on her pretty face was soft and trance-like, as if sleepwalking, "It's all done once and for all, that's great."

She said, "Pharaoh, that's not your child."

"How dare you tell such a treacherous lie."

Seth frowned and scolded in a low voice.

"Is it a big treason?" The woman probably didn't care about anything anymore, and answered very straightforwardly, "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's going to die anyway, how many more times can it die?... That child is indeed premature."

She stared at the young boy king who sat down again, with that gentle smile still on the corner of her lips.

"You haven't changed a bit, ruthless Pharaoh."

"My father sent me to your side in order to strengthen his position. I can't disobey my father, so I came here."

"Pharaoh, your beauty and strength are enough to attract the attention of all women. I cannot deny that I have loved you."

"You left me to someone else. I am a citizen of Egypt and cannot disobey you, so I give up my heart."

"Then, I had a child, and I thought, it's fine to live a peaceful life like this."

"I love her, I love my child. Watching this child grow up slowly is my greatest wish."

Tears welled up in the corners of her smiling eyes.

"My father is not wrong, because he is my father."

"You are not wrong, Wang, you are just doing what you should do."

"Lord Isis is not wrong, she is just doing her duty faithfully."

"The soldiers who killed my husband and took me and my children were not at fault... yes, no one was at fault."

She stood up, her silky blond hair falling over her slender shoulders.

As she walked forward, the tears on her cheeks dripped from her chin and onto the bluestone she walked on.

"But, ruthless Pharaoh, now I... can only hate you standing in front of me!"

she said, leaping out of the window.

Once again she retraces the trajectory of the death before her child's death.

The Nile River under the city wall once again heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water.

The room was very quiet, and the sunlight came in from the window, falling on the cheeks of young Wang Junmei who returned to his original position and sat down.From the beginning to the end, he has been sitting quietly, never looking at the woman, as if she never existed.

Backhanded, the young pharaoh stamped the seal of a ring on the middle finger of his right hand onto the paper on his lap.

He continued to look at the next papyrus with a calm and unhurried expression.

The two great priests in the room looked at each other, and they both saw worried expressions in each other's eyes.

Mahat took a step forward and said in a low voice, "My lord, His Royal Highness..."

"Leave him."

The young Pharaoh replied, expressionless.

He raised his hand and handed the stack of papers in front of Mahat, who quickly reached out to take it.

"There is a limit to self-will," he said.

"But, Wang, no matter what, you should tell Brother Wang that that woman is deceiving you..."

"So what?"

Under the gaze of the crimson icy pupils, Mahat lowered his head.

Yes, it makes no difference whether you say it or not.

They all understood that the reason why Brother Wang was angry had nothing to do with whether the child was of royal blood or not.

"Leave him."

The young Pharaoh repeated again, looking down at his right hand, which had just been waved away by his brother.

Deep in his red pupils was a strong unhappiness brewing.

"There are some things that he has to figure out for himself."

-

The evening in the city of Cheys is the busiest time of the day in the city. The scorching sun has already set on the horizon, and the night wind blows over the sweaty skin of everyone, bringing a refreshing feeling at night.

The bustling crowd shuttled back and forth on the streets, talking and laughing loudly, or complaining and making noise, which made the city look more vibrant.

boom--

At a corner, without paying attention, the two people who were turning at the same time bumped into each other.

When the two collided, the boy who was one size smaller was about to fall backwards to the ground.

A hand stretched out suddenly, grabbed the boy's arm, and pulled back his body that was about to fall, so the boy slammed into the arms of the person who collided with him and pulled him back immediately.

Because of this sudden collision, the cloak wrapped around the slightly larger person fell off.

It was a young man with a handsome appearance, but judging from his appearance, he should be a few years older, and he looked very stable.

After making sure that the boy who was pulled into his arms had stood still, he let go of his hand.

He asked, "Are you all right?"

"Owner!"

The black-haired servant following behind the boy with violet pupils nervously followed.

"Are you injured?"

Ke Ya asked, pulling his master back a little without showing any signs, and glanced at the older boy with vigilance from the corner of his eyes.

The young man with a handsome appearance didn't seem to notice Ke Ya's gaze. He was bending down to pick up his cloak that had fallen to the ground, and patted the ashes.

"I am fine."

After getting Karin's permission, the young prince who came out to relax smiled at his guard, but the smile seemed a bit forced no matter how you looked at it.

He looked very listless.

He lowered his head, first stuffed the golden ring that popped out of his clothes back into his clothes because of the collision, and then turned around to thank the young man who put on his cloak again.

Brother Wang was taken aback for a moment, his eyes stayed on the young man's handsome face for a long time, showing a confused expression.

"Have we met before?" he asked.

The boy was taken aback, then laughed.He doesn't look like an Egyptian, but he speaks Egyptian fluently.

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be said to girls?"

"Eh? No, that's not it, I didn't mean that, I mean..."

Realizing how ambiguous what he said, Brother Wang's immature face flushed red for a moment, and he immediately stammered to explain.

Probably because he thought he was cute like this, the boy didn't look angry.

"However, I'm still waiting for someone anyway, and I'm idle if I'm idle."

He smiled and stretched out his hand to rub Brother Wang's head, "You are very interesting, so it's okay to accompany you."

"Presumptuous, you—"

The young man's actions caused anger to appear on the face of the loyal guard, and he took a step forward, trying to scold the man who dared to be rude to his master.

"Kaya!"

The young Wangdi stopped his behavior.

"But, Master..."

Your Royal Highness, it is very dangerous to get close to such an unknown person!

Ke Ya stared at Wang Di's eyes revealing such meaning.

The young Wangdi hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but look up at the young man.Although he knew that Ke Ya was right, it was very strange why he would want to talk to this person a little more.

Seeing the dispute between the master and the servant, the young man smiled, and said, "Loyal servant, I don't mind if you stay by your master's side, can you rest assured?"

Seeing Brother Wang's big light purple eyes looking at him expectantly, the black-haired guard who was still hesitating retreated instantly.

The cool breeze in the evening in the city of Cheys is very pleasant.

The young king of Egypt and the young man whom he accosted just now were sitting on the side of the road, looking at the endless stream of people on the road, each holding a freshly baked hot and fragrant bread in his hand.

The unknown boy ate very quickly, after a few bites, half of the bread was gone.

The young brother Wang took a bite, then he turned his head sideways, staring at the boy who was slightly older than him sitting beside him with light purple eyes.

He was confused.

Is it an illusion...

Even though he was just acquainted, he was attracted to him abnormally.

"Why do you look listless, did someone bully you?"

After eating his own bread in two mouthfuls, he looked sideways and found that he was being stared at, and the boy laughed.

He reached out and touched Yugi's head again.

The black-haired guard who stood aside and looked at him vigilantly twitched, and the hand that had been pressing on the sword at his waist obviously resisted and did not pull out the sword.

"If you have any troubles, you can tell me, I still have a few years more life experience than you."

"I..." Yu Yu hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

He looked up at the eyes staring at him with a smile, shook his head slightly, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't say."

Even though he was rejected so flatly, there was no trace of anger on the boy's face.On the contrary, he looked at Wang Di with a playful smile in his eyes.

"So how about me? Let me tell you something interesting."

He didn't wait for the game's answer, so he spoke on his own.

"Do you know the previous Pharaoh of Egypt?" said the boy, "Unlike the current Pharaoh, the previous Pharaoh was not an only son, he had three brothers.

He laughed and said, "Everyone knows that he killed his three brothers, and then he became Pharaoh."

"...Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Yeah, what do you think, why should I tell you this?"

The young man smiled and said, he stretched out his hand and gently held Brother Wang's chin.

His head suddenly came closer, and his warm lips pressed against the soft white porcelain-colored left cheek of the young prince.

Looking at the big light purple eyes that were widened in shock, the boy laughed happily.

He laughed and stepped back lightly, easily dodging the sword stabbed by the black-haired guard with a livid face.

"My brother of Egypt, you are so cute and ridiculous."

The young man casually raised his hand, and the unsheathed saber easily blocked Ke Ya's next strike.

"The pharaoh protected you so well, so you have time to have that leisurely feeling for those guys you think are innocent."

"How do you think you would be treated if you were in the era of the last Pharaoh?"

"I have to say, it's a miracle that you survived among the Egyptian royal family."

With a casual swing of the unsheathed long sword in his hand, Ke Ya was pushed back, and the young man took a few steps back.

"However, I think it doesn't matter if you continue like this. Anyway, your brother Wang loves you like this." He said, obviously seems to be a rather dangerous person, but the smile at this moment gives people a kind of gentle feeling , "So, it's fine if you continue to be ridiculous like this."

"Come back, Keya."

Watching the young man's back as he walked away, the young brother calmly called back his guards.

"But, Your Royal Highness..."

"Don't chase after me, you are the only guard by my side now, don't stay too far away from me."

Brother Wang answered calmly, calming down the black-haired guard who was furious for a while, and he returned to Brother Wang, watching the people around him vigilantly.

Seeing that there was no fight and no show to watch, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and for a while, there was silence around Brother Wang again.

"Let's go back."

The young prince said, walking towards the royal palace in the city of Louis, the black-haired guards followed closely behind him.

In the completely opposite direction to the young king's brother, the young man jumped over the walls of several houses and came to an extremely secluded corner, where a man was waiting.

"Master." The man said, kneeling down respectfully.

The boy casually threw the cloak in his hand to him, and asked, "What's the result?"

"That woman is dead, and so is the child." The man showed an annoyed look on his face, "Oh, it was a waste of time for us to think of a way to deceive the world and make the golden artifact agree with that child."

"Hmph, I told those old guys a long time ago that with the Pharaoh's personality, this kind of thing can't be done." The young man's expression was very disdainful.

The man hesitated for a moment, then raised his head.

If the young Wangdi was present, he might have recognized this man as the one who once said he would help him become Pharaoh.

"Master, the one just now is the younger brother of the Egyptian king, right?" He cautiously suggested, "If you can catch him..."

Before he finished speaking, his master glanced at him, the coldness in his eyes made him feel chills in his heart, he bowed his head and didn't dare to say another word.

Any behavior of the master cannot be questioned, he is presumptuous.

"Do you think you can threaten Pharaoh with your brother? You are even more ridiculous than that brother. I never knew I had such an ignorant servant."

"I'm sorry, master."

"Don't tell those old guys what happened today."

"Yes."

"Our purpose is to do something else, not to create side effects."

"Yes Master."

"Speaking of which, this sudden coincidence really surprised me too..."

The boy said, casually inserting the sword in his hand back into his waist.