Chapter 23 Revolution

The next day, he lifted me, and we sat together on the throne, looking down on the world.
Tutankhamun found a scapegoat. —
A traitor who had shown disloyalty towards him early on.
The traitor was brought in, tightly bound.
Tutankhamun uttered cold words:
"Assassin, what is your purpose as a betrayer, trying to kill the Pharaoh?"
"Hmph, what purpose? Tutankhamun, you're the real thief! Pharaoh Akhenaten was not at peace in death because you killed him! You're the one who deserves to die..."
Before the words had finished, Tutankhamun waved his large hand, and the sharp blade pierced into the betrayer's body, slowly dissecting him piece by piece.
The cold vertical pupils held endless winter and dominion over life and death, passing judgment on the traitor's execution.
That cold and heartless gaze was unforgettable for me.
Before losing the ability to speak ultimately, the traitor said one last thing:
"Tutankhamun, you truly are despicable, just like your bloodline, dirty and heartless."
His words were like a curse, urging me to take action.
Tutankhamun was indifferent to it all, his warning gaze scanning the courtiers and nobles around him:
"Do not attempt to challenge me. The age of Aten has become the past, and the divine light of Amun shall shine upon the future."
With unease in my heart, I was witnessing history unfold.
Before the photoshoot, I had researched ancient Egypt.
"Aten" and "Amun" referred to sun gods, and their existence symbolized a religious reform in ancient Egypt.
The faith in "Aten" transformed into the worship of "Amun."
It was his sun.