SON OF THE HERO KING

Two days after deciding Echidna’s fate, Sol stood in the clearing of Babel Tower alongside a few of his confidantes.

In the distance, he could see maids and knights preparing the Christmas decorations for the upcoming holiday. Over the years, Sol had gotten used to all those strange holidays that developed in Lustburg thanks to his predecessors.

However, he still felt that they could have changed the names, at least, to fit them better with this world.

“Something on your mind?” Lilith asked as she approached him. She was wearing tight leather pants and a shirt with her sword latched on her hips, ready to draw out at a moment’s notice. Even though it was only a short sword, it was no less lethal in the hands of the master swordswoman. Theresa had recently decided to work on the equipment everyone was using.

She said that now that she was a King, she could create more powerful weapons. Sol dreaded the kind of horrors the diminutive dwarf was about to unleash on the world but kept his lips sealed and emotions veiled. She had been asking for more mana stones lately. At this rate, Sol estimated that Lustburg would be losing a few mines to her expenditures alone.

“No, I am just thinking if I should create a special holiday myself. It seems like fun.” He smiled at Lilith. She had been avoiding him for some time after the war. But it seemed like, after their short date in the park, she was ready to be more open with him. Sol knew that it was now just a question of time before she fully opened her heart to him.

“Holiday, huh? You already made one for the war. I guess we could make a great special date for the day you become emperor.” She teased him before patting his shoulder with a wistful expression. Now that Sol was far taller than her, it felt quite strange but he did not stop her.

“Well, becoming an emperor will definitely be an interesting experience.” He was tired of fighting the inevitable already. Becoming Emperor was a huge responsibility but he was up for the challenge. Once he allied with Southern Pride, only Envilya, Greed Dike, Gluttony Foss, and Slothein would be officially outside his control.

That situation would not last long either, he was hopeful about that. The situation in Gluttony Foss and Envilya was not completely settled but he already had them more or less under his control thanks to Pandora and Echidna.

“Only the dwarves and the angels are left really.” He clenched his fingers slightly. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t feeling stressed about the whole world domination thing. But he knew that he had enough firepower to conquer any country now. Once the witches worked on their aerial defense and Theresa created enough mass-produced weapons to match the firepower of the angels, they would have nothing to fear from the Mortal Realm.

A hand covered his own, conveying support and gentle care. “Do not worry. We just have to walk steadily toward our objectives.” Camelia smiled at him from the side. Her eyes were empty but her smile was warm and gratifying.

Sol took her hands and squeezed back. “You are right. Now we just need to focus on the elves.”

This trip was only necessary to establish their alliance so Sol was sure it would not take them long to get back. He would let the more skilled personage of his entourage handle the actual discussion and treaties that would follow.

Now calm, Sol took a look at the people who were going to follow him to Southern Pride. Setsuna was still in Wratharis and Lilin had recently left to go train in the Eternal Fortress. She planned to do some inspection on the frontier between them and the demons.

Isis refused to follow him, saying that she didn’t want to take his time away from Nefertiti. Milia meanwhile was too busy running things in his stead in Lustburg alongside Clara and Athena. To top it all off, Lilith was tasked with observing the witches and their general works. Sol trusted the witches. But he could not blindly trust an entire group just because he was marrying their leader.

In the end, as previously discussed, only Persephone, Pandora, and Camelia would follow him to the Elven Empire. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He wondered if bringing Persephone was a smart move. After all, from what he knew, Persephone broke Satella’s path to the demigod realm and further power. Still, it was necessary to have a representative of the witches with him and Persephone was the only one he could use at the moment.

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Medea and Freya were busy taking care of the wedding and Kali would follow Lilith to supervise the witches. For obvious reasons, it was impossible to ask Ambrosia to follow him.

“Everyone ready?” He asked them one last time. They were all wearing clothes suited for adventuring in the forest regions. Even Camelia for once was not wearing her usual robe. It felt quite refreshing watching the three of them in something new. Even more so since the leather had an interesting way of hugging the voluptuous form of his loving women.

They had no luggage on them thanks to Sol’s dimension serving as storage. He had given them special accessories so they could open the portal themselves and take what they needed.

“This reminds me of our past adventure. Though noticeably much easier and lighthearted.” Pandora giggled. Her pointed tail swished behind her in excitement.

“I have prepared everything I need and what I don’t have, nature will give me in due time.” Persephone had her usual mysterious smile full of hidden meaning tugging her lips.

“I will be counting on you, dear.” Meanwhile, Camelia seemed more relaxed and simply hugged his arm like a crutch.

Sol was relieved. He feared that after what happened last time, they would be more distant and colder toward him. Something he would have perfectly understood. But it looked like they were more understanding than he gave them credit for.

In the distance, Sol could see Clara and Milia waiting for his departure. He had asked Clara if she missed home and wished to come with him but she simply laughed and told him that if she dared to return home and slack on the work he gave, her own mother would wipe her butt.

“Well… Since everyone is ready. Let’s go.” Sol grinned.

All this time, he had been wondering what would be the best way to go to Southern Pride. Carriage, teleportation circles, or even using his dimension were all possible options.

But what he finally settled on would be more interesting than conventional transport options and he honestly wanted to show off a little. “Take some distance girls.” A rumble sounded from his chest. His heartbeats increased in strength, becoming so incredibly loud some of the knights far away had to cover their ears.

The ground under his feet started cracking, as his weight became too heavy for the earth to bear then the transformation began.

Scales covered his body and soon a blinding light forced many people to squint as he started to grow taller and bigger.

A few seconds later, a roar filled the sky as a tall and majestic silver-white dragon stood proudly in front of them.

Despite his imposing size and powerful aura, those who were watching him felt no fear. Only a deep feeling of veneration in their hearts. As if they were standing in front of an absolute entity that could never be crossed.

Even the girls who knew him were not indifferent. Milia was already trying to help Clara as the poor girl had completely fainted after witnessing his draconic transformation.

Looking at the world from a different perspective, with his silver scales glittering under the light of the sun, Sol felt a sort of deep relaxation wash over him.

His body was smaller than what he had shown during his fight against the Great Sages but this was more of a choice than anything else. His full size had more than doubled. As for his scales, there was nothing he could do about them.

He could hide his divinity and changes in human form but it was much harder to do that in the dragon form due to his unfamiliarity with it. Thankfully, it would be impossible for anyone to guess that the sudden change was caused by divinity.

“Girls you can climb.” His voice came out like a rumble. But his words were clear enough for everyone to hear.

“Are you sure?” Pandora asked with trepidation, her face red. She still remembered what happened when Theresa once tried climbing on Blaze’s back.

“I am.” Sol would never let anyone who wasn’t his mate climb on his back. Thankfully, every girl in his entourage passed that requirement.

Pandora laughed and immediately helped Camelia up. “Theresa is going to be so jealous when she hears about this.”

Persephone chuckled as she heard Pandora’s words. But it wasn’t as if she was indifferent. Sol may have not been raised by a dragon but his innate pride was not that different from theirs. Allowing them to climb on his back and ride him was an incredible show of trust.

More importantly, “I believe we will be greeted by a very amusing sight in Southern Pride.”

If the reaction of Clara was any proof of what was awaiting them, it was definitely going to be a sight worth remembering.

Sol grinned. Though in his current form, his grin looked more threatening than friendly and once all the girls finally climbed on him… he took off for the skies, heading in the general direction of Southern Pride. His powerful wings were nothing but decoration as there was no way they could lift a body of his weight. Yet they moved powerfully, creating gusts of wind and dust as he flew high in the sky.

Pandora let out a scream of excitement and soon even Persephone and Camelia joined her outcry, excited as all hell.

Below him, all citizens lifted their heads and pointed at the sky in awe. As they watched him leave.

It was finally time for him to meet the Prideful elves.