Golden Eyes [First Update]

The fact that Pharaoh knew every one of his crimes sent Meketre's mind racing even through his panic.

He desperately wanted to find out where the information about these charges had come from, because it would determine how he responded.

After all, if they had no concrete evidence, stubbornly denying everything might be a good option—but if the opposite was true, then holding out would be suicide, an act that would only worsen his crimes.

Even now, he felt no remorse. He was frantically thinking of how to preserve himself as much as possible.

How had this young Pharaoh managed it?

With that thought, he could not help looking toward the raised platform.

Then he met a pair of cold golden eyes.

Those eyes were terrifying, their pupils gleaming as though molten gold burned within them.

From that gold, he felt an incomparable pressure, like a weak beast encountering its natural predator.

That gaze belonged to the man beside Pharaoh—the foreign "bard."

Heh. A bard. What a joke.

At this moment, if anyone dared tell Meketre that he was merely a handsome-faced bard who had seduced Pharaoh with that face and possessed nothing else of worth, he would shove that person's head into the Nile River and make him wake up properly.

How could such a terrifying gaze belong to some pretty boy?

That godlike pressure made Meketre utterly certain that this man was no ordinary mortal.

If it were him, then carrying out an assassination like that was not impossible.

Meketre's heart was already suffering beneath the other man's presence, and he desperately wanted to look away.

Yet he could not.

There seemed to be some inexplicable force within those golden eyes that seized his attention, making it impossible for him to shift his gaze. Gradually, under that oppressive