The Changing of the Times [Second Update]

Their intimacy continued for a long time.

From the edge of the bath to within it, from lying down to standing, the two finally stopped.

Lazing in the man's arms, feeling his strong body, Nitocris felt a surge of happiness well up in her heart.

In the past, she had been alone and under the control of her enemies, so desperate and helpless. Even revenge had seemed so distant that she had nearly lost the will to live.

In her despair, she began trying to pray for the gods' help.

One night,

Two nights,

Three nights,

Countless nights passed, yet no god came to her aid. Those gods called themselves the pharaoh's protectors and Egypt's guardian deities, yet when Egypt faced disaster, they stood idly by. She was profoundly disappointed.

Then, this man had appeared before her.

He was her hope—the hope of her revenge, and the hope of escaping her loneliness.

By this man's side, she was no longer isolated and helpless, no longer alone.

When she wanted revenge, he had been willing to act. When she wanted to take revenge with her own hands, he had taught her strength.

This man was always so dependable. No matter what trouble she encountered, it seemed she could rely on him.

Now, her great vengeance had been fulfilled, and afterward, she had gained a long-awaited love.

Originally, she had never expected such a thing.

After all, how could someone whose own fate hung by a thread have the energy to think about that?

But now...

Looking at the man beside her, Nitocris grew happier and happier, even letting out a foolish little laugh.

What a romantic scene. What had just happened was just like their first meeting: she had been talking to herself in the bath while he had remained