The Priest's Expedition, Leaving No Grass Unscathed

"What?!!"

Inside the presidential residence of New Cairo, the president, now dressed in ancient Egyptian aristocratic attire, shot to his feet.

"Priest Amir, what you just said was—"

"Mr. President, Lord Imhotep intends to use three hundred thousand people as sacrifices and proclaim Egypt's return."

"So I came here to inform you. Please make the necessary preparations."

Thud.

His vision went black, and he collapsed back into the stone chair behind him. This Egyptian president, beloved by the people, gritted his teeth to keep himself from passing out.

Three hundred thousand?

That was three hundred thousand people!!

Although Egypt had also implemented a "family planning" policy to control its excessively expanding population—Egypt's population had already exceeded one hundred million, all crowded into the Nile Delta and its coastal regions to an extreme degree—

that did not mean they could simply produce three hundred thousand people at will.

These were not cattle or sheep. They were living, breathing human beings!

"This is slaughter!!!"

He forced those words out through clenched teeth. Born into a common family, this Egyptian president had climbed step by step through the military. With a 97% approval rating, he could truly be said to have devoted himself to the people of this nation.

He would never accept something like this—

"Mr. President, I believe you may have misunderstood."

Amir, dressed in a black high priest's robe, felt no discomfort under the glares of the security guards. After all, his—no, Lord Imhotep's target was not Egypt.

"Lord Imhotep does not intend to sacrifice Egypt's people."

As he spoke, the youth stepped forward and lightly tapped a point on the globe in the president's office.

"Are there not plenty of people here?"

?

The president looked closely, then froze completely.

This was...

He looked up at Amir, his expression