Question of Charges

Because they had gathered for the appointment of officials, all the high-ranking officials of Memphis, Egypt, were now assembled in the square.

Thus, every last one of them had no chance to flee or collude in private, and had become Nitocris's "prisoners."

Most of these officials had fallen into panic. After all, for those who held power, using that power for personal gain was an everyday occurrence. Almost everyone in their circle had inevitably gotten involved in such matters to some extent; it was merely a question of degree.

Everyone had shit on their ass, so everyone was fidgeting uneasily.

But before long, quite a few of them calmed down.

Although Nitocris now controlled the situation, and this Pharaoh appeared determined to overturn everything even if it plunged the country into chaos without anyone left to govern it, the question was: what did she actually know?

Or rather, how much did this Pharaoh know about the crimes each of them had committed?

After all, a trial was different from an assassination. An assassination could disregard right and wrong and simply take an enemy's life.

But a trial required evidence.

At the very least, there had to be a charge, right?

But did Nitocris have any of that?

What a joke. Before today, this female Pharaoh had never held any power in her hands. All she had ever relied on was herself.

Before this, she had no army that obeyed her, no spies gathering intelligence for her, not even a single adviser completely loyal to her.

At most, someone like her could only see the crimes visible on the surface.

Even if she knew how deeply the nation had been corrupted and understood where the problem lay, how could she know what role each person present had specifically played in it,