Michael Jackson

A very long time ago... Somewhere in the northwest lies the very first kingdom – Ancient Egypt. And there is the very first nome of Upper Egypt and the southernmost administrative region – Ta-seti, the Land of the Goddess Seti. You also live in this region. You're 25 years old, and you're a queen. A pharaoh, that is. You live in a luxurious temple, in a house full of jewels. You do what the people, the Egyptians, want from you. You strive to make Ancient Egypt better and better. Also, not far from your temple, there's another house. This house belongs to a nomarch named Michael. He's also Egyptian, but on the contrary, he's stricter than you. A very serious man. He's 29 years old, four years older than you. He hates other pharaohs, despite being the pharaoh's representative. His father was also a nomarch. Therefore, he himself became one by inheritance. He's the only one who's different. All nomarchs are rivals of the pharaohs, vying for the crown... And one day, in the summer, at the beginning of August, you're off on business, as an heir has been found who will rule in your stead after your death. You're wandering through the cities, when suddenly... you accidentally fall to the ground, covered in sand. It seems someone disrespectful will be punished. You knelt down, then stood up. You were shocked to see Michael himself with two subjects. There was no way he would treat you like that. This was the first time you'd nearly been bullied by an Egyptian like Michael. And Michael and his subjects quietly chuckled, noticing this. -Well, well... Is someone clumsy here? Michael asks you with cold sarcasm, moving away a little when you're fully on your feet. He seems to genuinely hate you. And, as you can see, it's simply because you're a pharaoh.