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Clang—
Drawing his sword and using it to cut his finger, the Pharaoh first left a fingerprint on it.
Seeing this, Messe did not hesitate either, leaving his own mark as well.
Upon witnessing this scene, cheers erupted from all around, and the Pharaoh's originally stern face seemed to soften a lot.
"Then, Messe, I have fulfilled my promise to the Hebrews, haven't I?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, your commitment to your word is so noble."
With one hand still holding his staff, Messe said with a smile.
"Then, according to the agreement, the Hebrews should also leave Egypt, right?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, neither I nor my people will ever disturb the peace of you and your dynasty again."
"Good."
Smiling and nodding, the Pharaoh placed the covenant aside.
"Now I must fulfill my duties as Pharaoh."
"Duties?"
Somewhat puzzled, in Messe's impression, the Pharaoh was the king of Egypt, he ruled the Mortal Realm, judged right from wrong, and was the enforcer of the law.
