Revenge On Crazy Husband
15. Fir'aun

Traveling around the world for work and business learning is actually quite common among them, but Larisa must be honest that this is the first time her foot stepped on the land of North Africa, namely Egypt, a land firmly attached to its pyramids and deserts.

The location chosen for their honeymoon is directly facing the vast desert and looks difficult to guess the end, making Kalista feel happy standing between the expanse of sand.

"The air is quite hot," murmured Sakra while holding an umbrella for Larisa. "And empty. There are no trees at all."

"Yes" Larisa replied with a smile. "It would be hard to hide if 'something' happened."

The word 'something' made Sakra glance, but did not reply to anything because it was dangerous. Someone could hear it clearly. And if Demetrio heard it, that person could have guessed Larisa's entire plan without any leftovers.

"You know about Ramses II, the most famous Pharaoh in the world?" larisa asked as if she was talking.

Just now Sakra wanted to answer, a voice sounded behind them. "The Monster is touted as one of the Cruelest Kings in history. Who doesn't know him?" It was Demetrio's voice, coming in wearing sunglasses perched at the base of his nose.

Larisa and Sakra both narrowed because they did not feel the presence of Demetrio.

Full of calm, Larisa signals Sakra to leave, taking over her own umbrella. "He is also equally known as a great King" he added. "Building things, expanding territory with the military, and becoming the strongest Pharaoh in history."

Demetrio clearly knew that the two of them were not 'talking' about Fir'aun, but he followed her as if he did not know. "Do you like it or don't like it, Larisa?"

"Maybe sixty percent I don't like, the rest are quite fond."

"What do you not like?"

"He is a leader who does not think about his people" Larisa replied firmly.

Demetrio laughing. "Surprising. It turns out that Larisa can think in an idealistic way. Do you really believe there are leaders who think about their people?"

"No," Larisa replied as she looked up. "That's why I don't like it. There's no harm in being idealistic, and if I'm Ramesses II, I have enough power to prosper myself without sucking my people."

"So so. It makes sense."

"And frankly, I hate the man who occupies the leadership seat and thinks that he can do whatever he wants."

"But, Larisa," Demetrio took off his glasses and attached them to Larisa, "humans are beings too greedy to give justice to others."

"You understand that from the very beginning, the system of leadership was made to enslave, not prosper anyone but the leader" Demetrio said.

Larisa snorted hearing Demetrio lure her. "There are many accounts that say Ramses II killed many of his own people, even children and women."

"You sympathize?"

"I just thought that Ramses II could be the best King even if he didn't kill his people. You don't think that all those murders were actually just a waste?"

"It's possible" Demetrio replied.

Larisa glanced at Demetrio from behind the sunglasses she gave her. "I'm not that idealistic. I justify murder if it has a good reason."

And Larisa always thought that the world would be a little more peaceful for everyone around her if Demetrio Lawrence died. That's why Larisa will kill him. People who harm the lives of others and enjoy it do not deserve to live in a world that is already ugly.

That night after they arrived at the honeymoon location, the two of them slept apart from each other. Larisa sleeps in her own room, and Demetrio sleeps in her own. When the clock showed at twelvepm, the cold air of the desert began to pierce.

That's when ....

"It looks like Demetrio has already fallen asleep in his room, Madam," reported Mia on Larisa's orders.

The words instantly became the reason for Larisa to pull the robe and put it on her body, followed by Sakra. "Continue watching him" Larisa said quietly, so that no one would hear but them. "Demetrio must be suspicious why I chose this place so he could come for no reason later. Make sure to keep an eye on him."

"Okay, Madam."

Larisa covered her entire head with a cloak hood. "Let's go."

Time to prepare for murder.