"Was all of this true?"
T'Challa, who had remained silent, suddenly rose to his feet. His eyes seemed to burn with fire as he looked at High Priest Zuri. A trace of a king's majesty appeared on his dark young face.
"Some truths are too heavy to bear, T'Challa."
Bitterness filled Zuri's face. He had never imagined that this old affair would one day be dragged back into the light.
Back then, the old king had sent him to Prince N'Jobu's side to keep watch on him. Prince N'Jobu had known nothing of it, treating him as a trusted and loyal friend. Aside from his origins, Prince N'Jobu had never concealed anything from him.
Unfortunately, as a member of the Panther Tribe, Zuri could only remain loyal to the king. The old king, who had come to confront Prince N'Jobu, had originally intended only to bring him back to Wakanda for trial by the Wakandan royal family. At worst, he would have been thrown into the dungeons. Yet a conflict broke out between them, and the former accidentally killed his younger brother.
If word of this got out, it would certainly damage the royal family's authority. The elders of the various tribes would never accept a king who had killed his own brother. It would become a stain that could never be erased.
Thus, when the two returned to Wakanda, they tacitly chose to conceal the truth, burying everything as though nothing had ever happened.
"That isn't for you to decide. We have the right to know the truth."
T'Challa, ever steadfast in his integrity, pressed on step by step. He wanted to know exactly what had happened back then.
From this perspective, T'Challa, who had inherited the throne, was not suited to be king. Demanding that Zuri reveal the