The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

In the first few nights of staying in this world, it seemed that I had the same dream one after another.

Tahir should be unfamiliar with "Dream".Because the vague impression told him that he should rarely dream.

Tracing back in a dream the past that was not yet torn apart at that time, and meeting someone who is destined to never see each other again, is an extremely luxurious experience for those who seem to be drowning in the darkness where there is no light at all.

But staying here after waking up, Tahir was unexpectedly dragged into a dream continuously.

And dreams seem to arise from reality, and the recurring content is also clearly related to what we see in reality.

—is a man.

To be precise, it should be described as a man whose face is blurred both in dreams and in reality.He couldn't pronounce his name, but secretly believed that he knew him, and he had known him a long time ago.

They should have been close.

The scene of the dream is also always fixed, and Tahir "sees" the vast desert, the towering temples, and the majestic palaces.

Only in the memory of someone can the time of these landscapes that have already disappeared into dust be traced back, and the once magnificent appearance can be constructed.

In that memory, he himself shuttled between these reconstructed scenes, and became part of the "past".

It can be seen that it is a temple. He is wearing a robe as white as snow, with his eyes lowered, burning incense in front of the solemn and solemn statue.

The surroundings seemed spotless, and so did the priest himself in the picture, with clear eyes and bright golden hair.

He was born with an unimaginable beauty, and the indifference on his body made him seem to be above all things, and any dirt in the world could not contaminate him.

The only thing that can touch the corner of his clothes is the lotus flower swaying by the pool.

The petals of the lotus flower supported a dewdrop, and in the process of shaking after being touched, the dew naturally soaked into the corner of the white robe.

This priest was himself, Tahir knew very well.

He didn't have the surprise of "So I used to look like this?" that people with amnesia often have, and he accepted it very calmly.

At most, there was a little vague trance. Seeing such a glamorous "self", I vaguely felt that there were several years or more than ten years separated from the current "self".

It may take hundreds of years, thousands of years is normal.

Of course, it is not a good thing to be in a trance for too long, because immediately after that, this beautiful picture that seemed to be frozen changed.

Near the pond where lotus flowers were blooming, another figure soon appeared.

That person seemed to be hurrying over from a far away place, and because of anger, anger, or other emotions, he took the biggest steps and crossed more than half of the distance between the two of them.

When he came, there was a very fierce wind around him, just like the annoyance and anxiety that could not help appearing in Tahir's golden eyes that could not be seen clearly.

The gold ornaments hanging at the end of the cloak rattled and rattled, and the long pendants under the man's ears were also shaking violently.

He came over quickly, but unexpectedly, this person did not go directly to the blond priest who was standing silently facing the pond, but with a trace of imperceptible hesitation, he finally stopped at a distance of several meters away from the former with resentment. m place.

He opened his mouth and spoke to the priest just ahead.

The content of the conversation... Anyway, that is, it is not worth describing in detail.

As long as you know that the two met this time, neither of them saw the other's face, and because they didn't say a few words, they became intense, and finally broke up as it should be.

"Intense" is actually only one-sided.

The priest never looked back from the beginning to the end, and turned his back on the man who had come here after he couldn't bear it anymore, and his tone was always flat, without any ups and downs.

It was this attitude that completely angered the man who had already had an opinion on him.

Originally he was able to speak well, but he lost the opportunity to talk peacefully. The man thought about controlling himself not to be angry or anxious, but he still couldn't stand it.

Clenching his fists tightly, the expression on the masked face changed several times, and finally he could only grit his teeth and question the priest with unavoidable fierce words.

He asked him why he had to get into such a fight with himself. If it was simply because he didn't want to accept his love, then he couldn't accept this reason anyway.

'Aside from my unilateral love, we are still relatives and close friends, and no one else can stand between us.Can't understand... I can't understand at all!Tahir, what's wrong with you, what are you thinking! '

The man's anger and ultimately unconcealable loss can't help but be revealed from this question.

From this, it can be seen that he really couldn't understand, couldn't figure out why the relationship between the two of them suddenly became so condensed, almost like a stranger.

Letting go of the king's dignity and taking the initiative to come here to ask this question is the man's last attempt to redeem.

Only one person can have such treatment. It can be said that to a certain extent, the king regards him more than his own dignity.

But, it's all done, it's all said.

The purpose of the man's trip has not yet been achieved.

The priest's heart was so cold and hard for some reason, not only did he not want to look back at him, but he also blocked all his impulses with a few words of incomparable indifference, in exchange for only a piece of ice that poured into his heart.

'...Okay, I understand what you mean. '

He also used one sentence to open up the long distance between the two of them that already had a rift. The man did not stop, and went straight away with a gloomy expression. The snow-white cloak was pulled out of an extremely stiff trajectory by the decisive action.

In this dream, the most intense and contradictory plot is limited to this, and there are no changes that can be called ups and downs.

The picture is still fixed on the sunny pond in the sky, and the blond priest is still standing quietly, looking at the distance that seems to be nothing special, not knowing where to focus.

Others couldn't see what was going on in his heart, he didn't seem to care about anything, he didn't know when he became so indifferent, just in response to the words blurted out by the man who just left angrily.

However, some people can still find some strangeness in it.

This person is none other than his "self" who is clearly aware that he is in a dream.

Tahir noticed that when the blond priest turned his back to the man who questioned him, the back view he gave was indifferent and calm, and the front view was almost the same, but it was not completely flawless.

Although it was only a little hard to notice, the priest's eyes became darker.

He received all the words of the people behind him in his ears, but he was used to concealing and restraining, but he was not indifferent in his heart.

... Ah, yes.

It seems ruthless, but in fact, it is better than anyone else to understand the mood of the person who has left at this time.

Without looking back at him, the blond priest could imagine the look on his face as he said those words.

Must be very disappointed.

From the voice that tried hard to suppress the trembling, there was still pain that could not be expressed.

The priest knew all these details that the man thought would not be discovered, but he couldn't reveal half of them.

Because the sky is still bright, the sun hangs high above the head, like a god watching the eyes of the world all the time, even if it is only a tiny clue of one of the thousands of clues, it will be easily discovered.

The priest warned himself in his heart that he must be careful in his words and deeds.

Even if you want to do this, you will definitely misunderstand the people closest to you.

Even if you want to do this perfectly, you must restrain all your emotions and make yourself miserable.

Tahir seemed to hear these inner voices that should have been hidden forever, but they sounded from his heart.

He could also feel personally that at the moment when the man finished speaking without getting a response, and was finally unwilling to turn around, the priest in the "dream" felt a sharp pain as if his heart was suddenly torn apart.

It was really too painful, every bit of flesh and blood that was torn apart, every inch of meridian, was bathed in blood and wailed, of course, the reason was that they realized it at this moment—from then on, their relationship stopped here, there was no Turnaround is possible.

However, it is also a little strange.

It stands to reason that the sudden pain is so severe that it should spread to the internal organs and cannot be calmed down for a long time.

But for the priest, he was only affected by this grief that cannot be described in words for a very short time.

Afterwards, this sadness and pain settled down as if nothing had happened, and was sealed to the darkest depths of my heart.

'There's no time to hesitate about these things. '

Tahir also heard the voice of "myself" coming out slowly.

If what you felt before was the deep and oppressive grief like the sea, then what the voice conveyed at this time is the strong determination to throw away all distracting thoughts.

The priest thought that his time was running out, and he had to accomplish as many things as possible within the limited time, and clear all obstacles for "him" as much as possible.

He was so anxious that he had no time to grieve for himself.

That person was kept in the dark, he didn't need to know all of this, and he didn't need to know that the seemingly broken priest was always thinking about him, and he was prepared very early...

...Yes, what preparation?

Tahir's chest was heavy, as if a huge mountain was pressing here.

All the negative emotions that belong to "myself" have been put away one by one. After thousands of years, they are all locked in here. If they accidentally erupt for a while, it will inevitably set off an extremely terrifying frenzy.

Priests in the past deliberately did not touch this place, as if they wanted to forget it.

But Tahir, who is now, has touched it. Although he hasn't really opened the door lock, but just getting close, it's like being submerged in the dark mud, and he is so stuffy that he can't breathe.

Preparation——He is prepared, isn't it "I will never see that person until I die"!

Click, click.

Cracks appeared in the dream for no reason.

It seems to be waking up.

But Tahir was still trapped in the huge shadow of this "dream".

The clear pool water turned into dirty black silt at some point, which still seemed to be filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The pure water lily was swallowed by the silt and disappeared as quickly as rot.

Tahir saw that he in the past—the indifferent priest whose expression became calm again, was still standing by the pond, without any intention of fleeing.

More than that.

Terrified, the blond priest not only didn't retreat, but also stepped up unhurriedly, and actually walked into the depths of the black mud on his own initiative.

"and many more!"

Another face that was completely similar to it, so it showed a look that was almost horrified.

Tahir didn't know what was wrong with him.

He watched his past self face the darkness, his figure was so relieved and fearless, the shock he got at this moment was far better than the grief that came just after he was lost.

"where are you going?"

The blond-haired man with the same face asked in a daze.

Intuition told him that it must be a place where despair and pain converge, and he has experienced that period of despair.

It's just that the memory is lost, I can't remember anything, and...

--want to know.

——Even if it is painful, there should be something extremely important to me preserved in it.

So I couldn't help but get anxious.

Tahir pursed his lips slightly, and followed suit without hesitation, making a gesture to run towards the black mud——

He couldn't get an answer from his past self.

Of course, I couldn't get there as I wished.

Because before arriving, very abruptly...

One of his hands was tightly grasped.

It was as if he wanted to use this force to drag him out of the darkness that was about to sweep up—without any warning!

"…………"

woke up.

Tahir's closed eyes trembled invisibly, and then slowly opened.

The first thing that catches the eye is a piece of blue, which is the color of the bed sheet.

It is already quite strange that ghosts who are not human beings, but only condensed entities, need to rest like humans.

What's even more strange is that he still lies on the bed, sleeping like a real human being.

but.

The strangest thing should be the "culprit" who woke him up from his sleep.

The hand that was caught in the dream hadn't been freed from the shackles in the reality of waking up.

The blond youth had previously fallen asleep on his side, facing the wall on the left side of the room.

Then, his right hand, which was originally well placed in front of him, was grabbed very rudely by another person who was sleeping next to him, pulled it to the position behind him, and pressed it under the palm of that person himself.

Moreover, he had to forcibly change into a gesture of interlocking fingers.

Tahir: "..."

Although he woke up, he maintained his previous appearance, did not move, and of course did not speak.

He refused to be divided into two bedrooms without authorization, came in and slept with him on the same bed without authorization, and even grabbed his hand without authorization, spraying his breath on his back bit by bit... In short, everything is a man who is "unauthorized". Probably still asleep.

They are also not human beings, so even Heroic Spirits need to sleep normally?

Tahir was not sure, just like he was not sure whether the man behind him was really asleep or pretending to be asleep.

He refused to think about such a troublesome question.

Men are a little too clingy.

Obviously, it was clearly stated before that they should keep a distance between them.

But the man acted as if he didn't hear it—as if he heard it and didn't pay attention to it at all, he talked to himself and broke into the area where he couldn't feel safe.

Tahir was a little annoyed by this.

It's not against this person, the contradiction is still on him.

——This man is very important to me.

——But there is no memory of him, only the imprint of the subconscious mind.

He is a person who likes to control all situations in his hands. No matter whether the predicted future is good or bad for him, he always needs to be prepared.

The current state is too muddy, what he sees seems to be a misty layer of fog, but Tahir is not used to it.

Occasionally, on rare occasions, there would be a trace of anxiety in his heart that didn't look like him, and he would think calmly that this man was really the one in his "dream" that he would sacrifice everything to protect. what?

... It's not that I don't believe it.

I just can't find a reason.

The identity of the man was known early on, and he was a particularly famous pharaoh in ancient times.

His name is "Ramesses". The name seems strange, but at the same time it seems very familiar.

Although his appearance didn't matter to Tahir, according to Sakura's description, he should be very handsome.

Such a person seems to be born to look down on the world from a high place, how can he imagine that he will come to the ground.

Or in an overly intimate, unreserved way.

Maybe it's just chance, and they're somehow bound together now.

Specific examples that can be cited... are also behind.

In addition to his right hand, Tahir's hair was also suppressed.

In addition to resting on the pillow, the man's head also rested on the loose blond hair of the person in front of him, perhaps it would make him feel softer.

"..."

But for those who have already woken up, it seems quite inconvenient.

Tahir wants to get up, because if the calculation is correct, the time is already late and it will be dawn soon.

Sakura enters school today. As a "father", he has made a perfect plan for this day, but correspondingly, he has to prepare a lot, and he has to get up early to catch up.

Yes, it must be as soon as possible, and don't waste time on completely unnecessary things-it is said that the hair is pressed and cannot be withdrawn, and I can only lie down and look directly at the present in front of me.

"Please step aside."

His voice sounded in the room, and because the space was too spacious, it even echoed a little.

In the end, it was just this level, but it still couldn't wake up the man.

The pharaoh was still fast asleep.

Because it was lying next to the closest person, Wang didn't need to be vigilant, and after completely letting go of his guard, he naturally slept very soundly.

Tahir's back was still facing him, and with the eye problem, he completely lost the chance to see the expression on Ozymandias' face at this time.

It's a pity.

After all, it is almost impossible to see the gentle Pharaoh in his sleep.

The man's eyelids drooped, and when he stood still, his facial features were indeed as deep and handsome as a statue standing upright as a work of art.

His expression should have been as serious as in the daytime, but before it appeared like this, it was first softened by the curvature of the corners of his lips that could not be suppressed even in sleep.

I don't know if he had a dream too.

But if you really do it, it must be a dream that you can't forget for a long time.

"..."

"..."

"Sure enough."

For this result, Tahir was not too surprised.

After making the decision to "get up", he won't give up easily, so at this time, he just changed his way to get out.

The detained right hand can be left unmoved for the last time.

It doesn't seem to be completely useless to keep your hair too long, at least at this time, you can make yourself less restrained, resulting in immobility.

Tahir moved slightly, then turned sideways.

His movements were very light, except for the slight shaking of the mattress, there was no other obvious movement or sound.

After changing to lie flat and can look directly at the ceiling, it is time to move on to the next step.

He wanted to sit up, and while the man was still soundly asleep, he retracted his wrists and hair one by one.

For him who can do everything perfectly, if there is no accident, the difficulty of completing this series of actions is not high, as long as he is careful.

Just be careful...

No, the point is—"as long as there are no accidents"?

The time came to the moment when Tahir just turned his body upright.

The blond priest raised his fingertips slightly, wanting to move again.

But before that, the sleeping man seemed to realize that he wanted to leave all of a sudden, and he also made a movement in a blink of an eye.

"—"

Crunch!

The bed he was lying on shook a bit, making a rather ear-piercing sound.

Gein obviously hadn't opened his eyes yet, so he let go of the hand that was holding onto the delicate skin, and then he stretched straight forward and held down the other arm of the person who was trying to get up.

In this way, he took advantage of the situation and pulled him towards him. After the distance between the two was further shortened, his hand also slid down, becoming a posture that comfortably held a person who was thinner and thinner than himself in the crook of his arms. .

"...!"

Needless to say, Tahir's expression froze a little.

It's not that they haven't been so close before, but—the feeling is different.

The man's movements are too casual, there is no element of camouflage, it is completely subconscious behavior from the heart.

Because I felt the breath of nostalgia right next to me, I was deeply trapped in it and didn't want to wake up.

Because he felt that this clear breath wanted to leave, he took it into his arms.

"Well……"

The man seems to be in a state of half-dream and half-awake, but it is not "awake" after all.

After the aura of not wanting to let it go was really within his control, the Pharaoh did another thing that he would find extremely natural, but which would shock others:

"Tahir...huh? Are you..."

"Are you awake? Right, let me—"

The voice stopped here.

Tahir froze.

There is no other reason.It was at the moment when he was halfway through his words and wanted the man to wake up.

He seemed to mutter a few words in a low voice, but the Pharaoh still had his eyes closed, but he raised his hands very naturally, covering the eyes of the blond priest who were not covered by the cloth strips.

He was satisfied that the priest's beautiful blue eyes would not burn from looking directly into his face.

Therefore, he bowed his head in a very relaxed manner.

Perhaps unintentionally, the tip of his nose rubbed against the priest's cheek whose blue eyes were covered.

Then they rubbed again, and what came together was the cold lips of one and the hot lips of the other.

……

……

She Zhang: "...Damn it! Crazy! Two mornings, a weakling who didn't do business—"

Uncle She Zhang's furious scolding stopped abruptly.

Because next to it, a human girl was carrying the [small schoolbag that it scolded and bought in person yesterday], standing there timidly, looking at it timidly.

The uncle opened his mouth and spat out the letter that was almost knotted in his mouth.

"..."

"..."

"Okay, you guys are tired! My uncle—I—"

"Ok?"

"Send this kid to school!!!"

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