The king protected the people
The people also protected their king
Three thousand years ago, the day before the decisive battle with the evil god, the princess who stayed in Heliopolis received an order from the Pharaoh.
"Stay alive, Nephthys."
"Pharaoh may die, but the people must not lose Pharaoh."
"Lord of the Red Crown, take over my authority."
The girl with the golden crown lowered her eyes slightly and said:
"... Okay."
Time passed, and all the noise was buried in the rolling Nile.
Three thousand years later.
Facing the darkness of the entire planet.
A man passed by the unknown Pharaoh.
That's Nephthys.
This girl, who was familiar yet unfamiliar to him, first smiled faintly, and then she looked solemn, stretched out her hand, and the lotus scepter bloomed with light.
The only remaining pharaoh in the world opened her arms and her broad cloak swayed, making her figure look as tall and tall as a majestic mountain.
"Stand behind me."
She said in a commanding tone: "I am Pharaoh, and no one can stand in front of me."
The nameless Pharaoh was shocked by the girl's matter-of-fact tone and subconsciously took a step back.
But then, he held the scepter from the side.
He said: "Without his subjects, the king does not exist."
Nephthys looked at the two hands holding the scepter, with a faint smile on his face.
In the past, the last bit of glory of the empire that gave its name to an era, along with her voice and appearance, escaped from the heavy history books and reappeared in the long river of history.
Purpose: I want the dead to come back to life
