Micah remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. His usually handsome face was now shadowed with an unmistakable gloom. "Do you need me to..."

"No need." Before Pharaoh could finish, Micah cut him off sharply.

"Feelings only get in the way," Micah said firmly. "Especially for people like us. We're not suited for an ordinary life."

For others, starting a family, having a wife and kids was normal. But for them, it was not.

They had responsibilities to the Yaren Tribe, and their status made it impossible to lead a simple, personal life.

Above all, there was the memory of his mother. After she passed, his father had been lost for a long time, and though other women had come into his father's life, they were all reflections of his mother.

She had been the one sacrificed, and now, as the leader of the tribe, Micah knew he was destined to walk the same path as his father.

family. If he had no wife, no

into Micah's resolute, cold eyes and understood everything. A heavy weight settled in Pharaoh's chest, a

"If you find those responsibilities

"Ivy" when speaking with Micah. He felt guilty for what Nina had endured, but when it came to

childhood, Micah had been denied the attention and guidance he deserved, and even Pharaoh's past mistakes had become burdens for Micah to bear. No wonder

at Pharaoh, stunned. It was hard

compare himself to Nina, but there was a sting of bitterness. Pharaoh did not respond. His heart ached as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. The pain was so intense that it

his lifelong

be had been consumed with thoughts of how to find her again. But

himself

for the sake of his career and accomplishments, but because he was driven

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