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🕑 Added 2025-12-20 09:44:59 +0000 UTCThe temperature in the room seemed to drop. Everyone present had complicated relationships with the divine beast of Luxuria.
“How is he?” Sol asked carefully.
“His avatar is badly damaged,” Ambrosia explained. “The surprise attack of Euphoria was extremely devastating But he can speak. He’s conscious and aware.”
“Has he said anything?”
“He wants to see you,” Medea said. “But that’s not the pressing issue. The Divine Beasts gathering is coming up. Normally, Asmodeus would attend. But in his current state…”
“He can’t go,” Sol finished.
“Exactly. Which brings us to a decision we need to make.” Persephone leaned forward with interest. “Someone needs to represent the Lust faction at the gathering. The question is who.”
“And why do I have a feeling you’re about to volunteer for me?” Sol asked dryly.
“Because you’re the obvious choice,” Freya said. “You’re married to Medea. You are a Blessed and you made your mark in the Astral Ream war. The other divine beasts will respect your strength.”
“Or they’ll see me as an upstart who needs to be put in his place,” Sol countered.
“There’s that risk,” La Befana admitted. “Which is why we’ve discussed an alternative. Medea could attend as the representative of the witches. We are, after all, considered Asmodeus’s children. You could accompany her as support.”
Sol looked at Medea. “What do you think?”
“I think both options have merit,” she said carefully. “If you go as Asmodeus’s representative, you’ll be making a statement. You’ll be declaring yourself his successor in all but name. That carries weight and danger.”
“And if you go as the witch representative?”
“Then I’m speaking for all witches, not just Asmodeus. It’s a different kind of authority. You’d be there, but in a supporting role. Less confrontational.”
Sol drummed his fingers on the table. “How long do we have to decide?”
“The gathering is in two weeks, Tiamat managed to push it back a lot but there is nothing more she can do after the stunt Euphoria pulled. I am even surprised it's taking three weeks to be honest.” Ambrosia said. “We’ll need to send word soon.”
“Let’s table it for now,” Sol decided. “I want to speak with Asmodeus first before making any commitments.”
Nods around the table. It was the sensible choice.
“This brings us to our next issue,” Persephone said with a grin. “The goddesses have been remarkably quiet since the wedding. As mother said, the fact that the meeting between divine beasts wasn’t held immediately is concerning in many ways.”
That got Sol’s full attention. “Define quiet.”
“No divine mandates, no summons, no interference whatsoever,” Persephone explained. “It’s extremely unusual. After you showed the loss of your blessings and Lilith's true situation, we expected some kind of response. But there’s been nothing. It’s like watching a story pause right before the climax.”
“Goddesses don’t usually stay quiet,” Kali said. “They get angry. Or calculating. Throwing their usual temper tantrums. But nothing this time.”
“I suspect Luxuria is probably protecting us,” Medea said. “She’s invested too much in Sol to let her sisters interfere now. Beyond that, they wouldn't want to create more enemies with the current circumstances.”
Sol had his own suspicions. Luxuria had been playing a long game with him since the beginning. The other goddesses were likely in an uproar, but Luxuria held enough influence to keep them at bay.
For now. At the very least he doubted they would antagonize him while the old gods were appearing. How this will change when they discover he is Adam reincarnation was in the air.
“Keep monitoring the situation,” Sol said. “Also if any gods try to make contact, I want to know immediately. I do not think all of them will necessarily be hostile. New alliances might be formed.”
He thought about Karma and Dawn. He doubted they would oppose him for the time being. Once he showed more of his power, other gods might even join him.
Or band together against him.
Everything was possible.
“Understood,” Ambrosia said.
“Which brings us to another divine problem,” Medea said with a sigh. “The church.”
Sol grimaced. “Camelia?”
“She’s doing well, actually,” Persephone said. “Better than expected. She lost her blessing, but she’s adapted. She’s back to Duke rank through pure training and wants to discuss something with you later.”
That was a relief. Sol had worried about Camelia’s mental state. “And the church itself?”
“That’s where the problem is,” Medea explained. “Without a Supreme Daughter with divine authority, the institutional structure is collapsing. The priests maintain order, but the bishops are making moves.”
“What kind of moves?” Sol asked. Sol understood that for all her authority, there was only so much Camelia could do. In the past Dawn could at least help but with her gone as well, it was no wonder the church was going crazy.
“Trying to find the next Blessed,” La Befana said. “They’re searching everywhere, testing candidates, hoping to discover who the goddess will choose next.”
“They can’t choose themselves,” Kali added. “It’s up to luck and the goddess’s will. But that doesn’t stop them from positioning their preferred candidates.”
Sol pinched the bridge of his nose. “So we have a power vacuum in the church and ambitious bishops trying to fill it.”
“Essentially, yes,” Ambrosia confirmed.
“I’ll speak with Camelia,” Sol decided. “See what she thinks should be done. In the meantime, work with the church administrators and the White Knight to keep things stable.”
“Agreed,” Ambrosia said. “I should mention that things would have spiraled even more out of control if not for Nefertiti and Nent acting. As they are both Phoenixes, their authority is very high in the church. Nefertiti in particular seems to have already started sharing the books to a small group of people she converted.”
Ambrosia shuddered. Nefertiti was just a new King. But she was truly unsettling to be around.
“I will talk to them.” He chuckled. Humans were not like elves but Nefertiti was already working. Her concept of Faith wasn't for nothing.
“Last topic,” Milia said, her expression turning slightly amused. “The angels.”
“What about them?” Sol asked warily.
“Iris has been trying to reach us for days,” Persephone said. “Multiple messengers, several written requests. She’s very persistent. Much more than I remembered.”
Persephone and Iris had once been companions in their adventures with Mars and the others. Truly beautiful memories this was.
Iris. The Supreme Daughter of Slothein and Chloe’s mother. Sol had observed her briefly. She’d struck him as powerful and dangerous.
“What does she want?”
“To talk,” Milia said simply. “She says it’s urgent. Something about the other angels and a proposal. Also talk about Chloe.”
“A proposal,” Sol repeated flatly. “After her people tried to bring us to the international table?”
“To be fair,” Persephone said gently, “I believe Iris wasn’t involved in that incident. She is not the kind of insidious woman. She is more of a clutz, really.”
“Not the kind, huh.” Sol commented idly, his mind flashing to when he observed Iris. His dimension allowed to have a far greater understanding of people since he could observe them from absolutely every angle.
She indeed did not seem evil. But a clutz? Somehow he doubted that.
The only thing he could be sure of was that she truly loved her daughter. Those expressions could never be faked.
Sol considered this carefully. The angels were a wildcard. Unlike the gods and goddesses who played from the Divine Realm, the angels operated directly in the mortal world.
Their weapons were not a threat to him. But they were definitely a threat to his kingdom and who knows if they had anything that could affect a demigod?
“Set up a meeting,” he decided. “But on our terms. Neutral ground, limited escort, and full disclosure of what she wants to discuss beforehand. Chloe will be our arbiter.”
“Poor girl. Stuck in such an uncomfortable situation.” Persephone said cheerfully.
“I’ll handle the arrangements,” Milia added.
“Anything else?” Sol asked, looking around the table.
Silence. It seemed they’d covered all the major issues. Sol started to stand when Freya’s voice stopped him.
“Wait.”
Everyone turned to look at the witch. Freya’s expression was serious, more serious than Sol had ever seen it.
“There’s one more thing,” Freya said, her pink eyes locked on Sol. “You made me a promise, Sol. You said you’d consider having a baby with me.”
Sol’s mind raced back to that conversation. “I did.”
“The curse situation is resolved now,” Freya continued. “So I’m asking. Have you considered it?”
The room had gone silent. Every witch present was watching.
Medea’s hand found Sol’s under the table, squeezing gently. Supportive. She felt no jealousy. In fact, she was happy to see this happen. But she would not force Sol. Whatever choice he made, she would support it.
Sol squeezed back then met Freya’s gaze directly. “I have considered it. And I’m ready to give it a try. But I think we should get to know each other better first. Perhaps we could organize a date?”
Adding Freya to his women was one thing. But a baby was different. No children of his would be born without love if he could help it.
Something in Freya’s expression softened. She hadn’t expected that response. “A date?”
“Yes. An actual date. Not a political meeting or a tactical discussion. Just you and me, getting to know each other better.” Sol smiled slightly. “If we’re going to have a child together, we should at least know each other’s favorite foods.”
Freya blinked, then a genuine smile crossed her face. “I’d like that.”
“Good. We’ll arrange something soon.”
The tension broke. Freya nodded, satisfied.
“Is that everything?” Sol asked, looking around one final time.
“Actually,” Milia spoke up from behind him, surprising everyone. The head maid rarely interjected during these meetings unless necessary. “There is one more matter, Your Highness.”
Sol turned to look at her. “Yes?”
“You are not yet officially the ruler of Lustburg,” Milia said calmly. “You’ve been acting as Crown Prince and regent for some time now. But you’ve never had a proper coronation.”
Sol blinked. She was right. He’d been so busy with wars and goddesses and all those crazy things that he’d never actually been crowned king.
“I believe,” Milia continued, “that it is time for you to truly become king. A proper coronation would solidify your authority and send a message to both allies and enemies.”
Sol looked at Medea, who nodded in agreement. “She’s right. You’ve earned it a hundred times over.”
“We could combine it with other announcements,” Persephone suggested, already thinking politically. “Make it a grand event.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Sol said, though he could see the merit in the idea. “But yes, Milia. You’re right. It’s time. Call Clara and start making preparations.”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Milia’s expression showed a clear hint of satisfaction.
The meeting began to break up. Persephone and Kali left first, already discussing logistics.
Ambrosia departed with a gentle reminder for Sol to rest when he could. La Befana remained for a moment, speaking quietly with Medea.
Freya stood and met Sol’s eyes. “Thank you,” she said simply, then left.
Soon it was just Sol, Medea, and Milia remaining in the meeting hall.
“That went well,” Medea said mildly.
“Did it?” Sol asked. “I feel like I just added ten new tasks to my list.”
“This is just the beginning I fear, Clara has not seen the light of the sun in days and Isis started organizing a protest for the right of the undead. It seems like her undead nearly went berserk.”
“Wait, what?. The undead are truly rebelling?”
“Their slogans are: <<Let the Dead rest>>; <<Stop abusing those old bones>>; Or again, <<I would rather be tortured for eternity than sign another damn paper>>. My favorite one is, <<Life is truly hell.>>”
“Damn…” Sol winced. Now he was starting to feel bad.
“In fact the witches were also on the verge of rioting. But once they understood how and why the curse weakened so much, they started working three times harder.”
Milia smiled, the dark circles under her eyes quite evident. “Would you like me to prepare a schedule for all your new obligations?”
Sol groaned. Seventy days of peace, and now reality was crashing back. He couldn’t even complain. This is why he didn't want to become King in the past.
“Yes, Milia. Please do.” He stood and stretched. “And schedule time for me to visit Asmodeus. I need to speak with him soon.”
“Of course, Your Highness.”
Medea stood as well, moving close. “Are you alright?” she asked softly.
“Just tired,” Sol admitted. “Feels like every time I solve one problem, three more appear.”
“That’s because you’re actually trying to create a world wide empire,” Medea said. “But worry not, we are all here.”
Sol pulled her close. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“You helped me move forward when I was trapped by the shadows of the past,” Medea said simply. “You gave me a future.”
They stood like that for a moment, finding peace in each other’s presence.
Then Milia coughed politely. “Your Highness, you have another meeting in thirty minutes. We need to discuss the War efforts and the distribution of supplies to zones devastated during the fight against Euphoria. Athena Highland is already waiting for you.”
Sol sighed. “Right. Can’t rest for too long.”
He straightened, silver hair catching the ambient light of his dimension, rainbow eyes reflecting determination.
Seven days since the wedding. Seventy days of peace in his personal time.
And now, back to the endless work of reshaping a world.
But as Medea took his hand and they walked out together, Sol found himself smiling despite everything.
This was his life now. Complicated, dangerous, exhausting.
And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Comments
Tu
Honestly Im hoping that regardless of the meeting with Angels, Sol still goes to war cuz so far no one besides them would make his conquest in the mortal world interesting to read since the difference in power is so Staggering even without Sol in the equation.
Hikaru Genji
Isis’ undead were inspired from Solo leveling. Basically they have near full sentience and most of their personalities from when they were alive. To be fair Isis is just throwing a temper tantrums to get Sol attention 😂
Tracer999
Wow you know he doesn't appear very often so I often forget who the white knight is and frankly sometimes I forget Clara exists as well since she rarely appears and when she does she kinda gets sidelined. When they first appeared I didn't think the witches and sol would become so close now he's banging most of the directions poor Persephone though she is the last to officially join the harem amongst the sisters. Out of everyone I didn't expect Isis of all people to rebel since she's usually such a sweetheart and that her undead can rebel at all. Well all that aside it's time to finally deal with the angels it'll be interesting to see how he handles them. That and weather Iris will end up joining his harem like the rest of mars group.
