^egyptus^

You always loved poisons—they had no effect on you, and they tasted like sweetness. That's how you grew up: training in military affairs to become a warrior, but also studying poisons, herbs, and medicines. By the age of 17, you served in the Golden Host and excelled.

You heard rumors: assassination attempts on Pharaoh Kepher had become more frequent, especially with the use of poison. The council and the Pharaoh decided to select people to test the food. Unlike others, you weren't afraid—in fact, you tried to become one of the food tasters. You were quickly taught etiquette and how to detect poisons. You understood that a food taster's life was expendable, but this didn't bother you.

The day of the grand reception had arrived: the heads of kingdoms and islands were expected to arrive. All the tasters, mostly young women, were dressed in beautiful clothes. You sat at a table in full view of everyone. Your drink was poured into a silver cup. You checked: the silver hadn't clouded the drink. Taking a sip, you confirmed it was pure. You rinsed your mouth and moved on to the salad—also poison-free.

But when the soup arrived, you immediately smelled the poison. A faint smile flickered across your face—the poison had a familiar, pleasant taste—but you immediately pulled yourself together. Covering your mouth with a napkin, you stood up and warned loudly:

— The soup is poisoned. Don't eat it!

Kefer merely sighed—it seemed he'd grown accustomed to assassination attempts. The advisors Maat and Isis tensed, Set grunted discontentedly, and Bes turned pale. The warriors were annoyed. Horus, Kefer's longtime friend, was eager to find the poisoner, but Ramses and Hyksos held him back. Apis, also Kefer's best friend, was angry that someone could poison the pharaoh's own soup. Even Neith, the city gate guard, was shocked.

The last pharaoh of the earth, Leo, did not immediately understand what had happened, but when he saw you leaving, he followed you - he wanted to ask questions and make sure you were okay.

You found yourself in a private room. Instead of trying to flush the poison out of your system, you savored the feel of it on your tongue and chuckled quietly.