Egypt's Pantheon [Fourth Update]

Although Sobekemsaf was a slave, dressed quite plainly, he was worlds apart from the man before him.

Yet this unfamiliar man showed no arrogance because of Sobekemsaf's lowly status.

Even when dealing with him, the man wore a smile.

"Since we are all in the midst of this vast desert, our meeting must be fate. Since your master has invited me, I shall go and meet him. Please lead the way."

Though Sobekemsaf was a slave, his cleverness and quick wits had earned him his master's trust and important responsibilities. Despite being a slave, he had learned much about writing and arithmetic—knowledge that, in Egypt, only a small number of nobles could acquire.

Yet even Sobekemsaf found some of the man's words difficult to understand.

He did not know what "fate" meant, nor what "vast" meant. He struggled to understand many of the particles and adjectives the man used, but that only further convinced him of the man's nobility.

Only true nobles, after mastering basic writing, would learn so much rhetoric.

However, what truly earned Sobekemsaf's heartfelt respect was not any of that, but the man's attitude.

It was exceedingly rare, among the nobles Sobekemsaf knew, for someone in such a high position to treat a slave like him with such kindness.

Especially on the way back to the caravan, when this man actually asked his name and inquired about his life. Heavens, someone so noble actually cared about the affairs of a slave like him. Sobekemsaf had never experienced anything like it.

Sobekemsaf felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

Perhaps this was a quality possessed only by the descendants of gods—after all, in the eyes of the gods, all mortals were the same. Even mortal nobles were no different from slaves in the eyes of gods, merely