"Sir, we have stored the Sword of Truth underground in Cairo City as you requested."
Kamul nodded and coughed lightly a few times.
"Okay, I understand."
The person who reported to Kamul was his close confidant, but after his confidant finished speaking, they did not leave, but continued to wait there.
Like there's something else to say.
"grown ups......"
But as soon as they opened their mouths, Kamul shook his head slightly.
"not yet."
"No news yet."
Kamul's expression was slightly sad, and his confidants did not ask any further questions. They just bowed and turned away.
Only after they left did Kamul slowly put down the quill in his hand.
He sighed softly.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, when will you return to Cairo?"
"After finishing this, let's go to the old place and have a look."
The Nile monsoon arrived as expected, blowing across the pyramid-shaped palaces in Cairo.
At dusk, the setting sun dyes the entire city golden, and the great "miracles" created by the holy pharaohs are dotted around Cairo like gems.
From a distance, this is the heavenly city described in mythology.
Outside the towering imperial palace in the city center, Prime Minister Kamul was standing on a high observation deck, gazing at the northern horizon.
He had been on guard at this position for three hours, and his eyes were sore from staring into the distance for so long.
"grown ups."
The young clerk Remheb said softly, he brought some golden, slightly thick honey water.
Remheb was a commoner who was selected to become a clerk.
He is now one of Kamul's confidants, and Remheb is now as adept as Kamul in handling various affairs.
"You're just feeling better now, and it's evening already. Perhaps you should have dinner first?"
"You must also take good care of yourself. Otherwise, if His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh sees you, he will definitely be worried about you."
Kamul took the honey water, his eyes still fixed on the distant horizon.
He shook his head slightly and took a sip of honey water.
The thick honey water entered Kamul's mouth, but it still felt tasteless.
"No, I'll wait."
"I want to witness the triumphant return of His Majesty the Great Holy Pharaoh with my own eyes."
"Send an order. Any news about His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, even if it's just rumors in the market, must be reported to me immediately."
Remheb bowed and replied, "Yes, my lord."
But as he retreated, he was secretly worried, because ever since His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh led the army to fight in person, Lord Kamul would come here to wait whenever he had a little free time.
But the affairs were busy, and Kamul often stood here until late at night without rest. Sometimes, Remheb could even see Kamul standing here before dawn the next day.
Over time, his physical condition became worse and worse.
Fortunately, the Holy Egyptian Alliance army returned to Cairo ahead of time. Malacia now helps Kamul deal with many affairs, and the best doctors have cured Kamul's illness.
But he would still come here to wait in his free time every day.
Rain or shine.
Remheb knew that no matter how much he said, it would be in vain, so all he could do was to send some water and food to Lord Kamul. At least, this would make Kamul healthier.
So, after giving him the honey water, he left immediately.
That night, Kamil returned to his mansion, only to find Malacia still in the hall.
When she saw Kamul, she immediately stood up and saluted.
"Lord Kamul, you are finally back."
"The council met all day today, and everyone was asking for the exact date of the Saint Pharaoh's return."
"Our warriors are already at the border of Holy Egypt, but no news has been sent back yet."
"I wonder if you have any news about His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh?"
Kamul sighed and took off the cloak from his shoulders: "Master Marasia, it's the same for us."
"There is still no definite news."
"The post station on the northern border sends messengers every hour, but each time they only say, 'The Holy Pharaoh has not been seen yet.'"
The two looked at each other and were silent for a long time.
Of course, this is because similar scenarios have occurred many times.
Finally, Marasia took a breath and frowned slightly.
"What do you think we should do now?"
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh ordered us to lead the Holy Egyptian Alliance army back to Cairo first, but after so much time, there is still no news from His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
"He told us not to cross the border of Holy Egypt again. I don't know what His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh's intentions are."
"Lord Kamul, you have spent the longest time with His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh. In your opinion, what exactly is His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh's intention?"
"What should we do now?"
Marasia said, her speech getting faster and faster, her face full of worry.
Kamul shook his head helplessly.
"The warriors of Holy Egypt haven't sent back any news yet."
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh probably doesn't want us to get involved. How can we know his plans and thoughts?"
"All we have to do is follow the orders of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh and complete the tasks he has assigned us to do our best."
"So, now we just have to wait for news from His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
Although Kamul said this with a calm expression, he had just come down from the watchtower.
Malacia was of course well aware of this, so Kamul's words were not of much help to her. She knew that Kamul might be even more anxious than she was.
At this moment, Kamul continued to speak.
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has not yet announced the specific time of his return. We just need to continue to make preparations in advance."
"Waiting for the triumphant return of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh."
Malacia nodded. Obviously, this was all they could do now.
"The governors of various places and the mayors of various cities have arrived in Cairo and are ready for the welcoming ceremony."
"Farmers harvested the best grain as tribute, and craftsmen worked day and night to build new monuments."
“Even the people and soldiers of the Holy Egyptian Alliance spontaneously gathered and were treated in Cairo. Even many foreigners came to Cairo.”
"Lord Kamul, the pressure in Cairo is too great right now. Everyone is waiting for a specific date."
"I receive countless similar inquiries every day, but I can only give the same response every time."
"This is truly distressing, Lord Kamul."
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