SON OF THE HERO KING

Sol smiled, "Do you really want me to explain such a serious problem while we are still connected like this."

His blunt words caused Medea to blush heavily and Sol laughed seeing her cute reaction. This enticed him to tease her a little, which he did, before letting her go.

"Let's talk with your mother. This is a very important discussion that will definitely interest her and your sisters too.”

He didn’t want to have this conversation twice, which would help him determine Ambrosia’s position on the matter regarding Salem.

"Mhm…"

She could only nod shyly as she already felt his hot white liquid slowly leak out of her quivering snatch…

———

After trying to frolic around a bit in the shower, but being unsuccessful for the most part, Sol gave up on the idea as he understood that she was too worried about what was exactly happening to entertain him anymore.

Once they were ready they took the corridor until they found the door to her former prison and current home.

There… In the usual small garden, was Ambrosia with her three daughters and surprisingly Isis was present as well.

Of course, once he remembered that Ambrosia was friends with Anubis her appearance became less surprising.

"Good evening Ambrosia. I hope you have been keeping well."

Ambrosia responded to his greeting with a smile, “Welcome back Sol. I didn’t join your small gathering because I guessed I might have made most of them uncomfortable,”

Sol chuckled, “I would have been happy to have you.”

Of course, he understood what she meant. If Ambrosia was present, the atmosphere might have become more restricted. After all, she was a Demigod powerhouse. The only ones she couldn’t kill or harm in the room would have been Sol and Camelia. Everyone else was fair game.

Few people would be happy sitting in the same room as a stranger that could decide their life and death in an instant.

Sol and Ambrosia continued exchanging pleasantries when Freya chimed in with a curious expression as she took out a notebook.

"You already finished? This was faster than I calculated. Are you perhaps tired? I think Persephone has some concoction that could help in prolonging your sessions.”

Sol was absolutely baffled for a short instant before he understood what she meant. The funniest thing here was that analyzing her expression, she was clearly not even trying to tease him but was sincerely concerned about his sexual stamina.

“Freya!”

Everyone, except for Sol, blushed due to her brazen remark. Even Persephone coughed a little with embarrassment while Sol began laughing aloud like no tomorrow.

He didn’t think he could have missed that quirky pink witch that had once nonchalantly asked to have children with her. But her antics were really golden at times like these.

He grinned, “Trust me, I have no problem on that side of things.”

Isis nodded repeatedly as she remembered her first night and the wild second time when everyone had been involved. Sol had taken on three Phoenixes, a Dragon, and a Titan all alone. She might not have much knowledge in this department, but she doubted it was something most people could do.

Sol was not embarrassed in the slightest. He was basically broadcasting his sex session whenever he did it with someone. Before it was Medea, then the witches, then Gabriel, then Tiamat. There was also the fact that Luxuria should be watching him 24/7 or something along those lines.

Embarrassment due to nudity or anything related to sex had long since vanished from his mind.

“Oh? How much would you say your performance has increased then?”

Freya was really curious. Not only because she was into writing erotic books, but of course, because sex and reproduction was a matter that interested her a great deal.

She moved her head in reflex and avoided being smacked by Ambrosia as she put back her notebook, “Alright. Time and space. Time and space, I understand. I will ask him about this at a more appropriate time in private.”

She raised her hands in surrender. Normally a simple smack shouldn’t even tickle her but Ambrosia could simply add the intent of pain or punishment in a simple slap that would make her really feel it in her bones.

She had her buttocks smacked many times when they were still apprentices. Thankfully not as much as Kali did.

“I feel like you just had a very rude thought about me right now?”

“Heh, you must be imagining things.”

Kali was still wearing her maid uniform as she looked at Freya suspiciously. The two of them were the most mischievous out of the four. But Freya had a way of almost always getting away from punishment while she was more of a bullhead.

The fact that she was currently serving as a maid for Sol as a punishment was already proof of her personality.

Shaking her head she looked at Sol. She wanted to talk about her <<Railgun Development Project>> a little more with him later on. After all, Setsuna was Sol’s servant and knight.

Ambrosia massaged her temples, “Enough chitchat everyone, Medea is fidgeting so much it looks like she will explode. Just what kind of news do you want to share? Is it about Salem?”

Sol looked up before closing his eyes and seemingly taking an important decision that may change the course of history for the witches.

“I have a question. If I said, I found a way to break the curse. What will you do?”

Immediately, the air stagnated and an oppressive atmosphere surged forth, covering the earth and the sky.

If it had been Sol before his travel in the Astral Realm, he might have been kneeling down right now because of the incredible pressure.

But now, while his heart thumped, it was not out of fear but simply pure excitement and desire to fight. His eyes gleamed with a cold light as his own aura surged forth.

So small. So ridiculously small in front of the torrent of power that was Ambrosia. Like a small boat advancing on a stormy sea ready to capsize at any moment.

But even then, he did not waver.

Was he strong enough to face a demigod without that divinity from an unknown source?

No. Not at all. Even winning against a King would be hard. A peak King like Lilith in her prime would destroy his dimension like a knife cutting through butter. So it went without saying that he was less than an ant in front of Ambrosia.

But… Did it matter?

Only the strong could truly be kind and only the weak could truly be courageous.

Slowly the raging sea of power vanished, as Ambrosia released a sigh,

“Forgive me for this unsightly display.”

She closed her eyes and was quite ashamed of herself. After all the years she had lived, she thought she had seen everything and that nothing could truly surprise her.

Clearly, she was wrong.

She turned towards Isis and apologized. Thankfully, the one to receive the full brunt of her aura had been Sol. So Isis was only slightly shocked by the sudden change.

“I am sorry, child.”

“Oh! Nono! It’s alright, really. I am fine.”

‘Such a good child. Anubis really got a good girl.’

Ambrosia really felt like burying herself. Losing her control like this in front of so many children was something she had never wanted.

She took a deep breath and forced her trembling hands to calm down.

“Sol, those words, can you take responsibility for them?”

“Ambrosia. I never utter words thoughtlessly when it comes to such important matters. You should know about that already.”

The others witches were speechless. Not truly able to understand what was happening. Rather, his words had been so shocking that their mind went blank for an instant.

“Is it really possible?”

Freya mumbled as she took out her notebook again. Her eyes slightly quivering. She had long summarized that Sol would be the key to undoing the curse.

But in her expectations, this would happen for the next generations if Sol managed to have children with witches.

Then those children should be able to have the best of both worlds. It was pure speculation of course but it had been logical.

But what? Breaking the curse? Something that not even Ambrosia nor the four of them had been able to do despite thousands of years of research?

The more she thought about this, the more she shivered in fright and excitement.

If Sol was telling the truth. If he really found a way.

Should they be happy? Happy at the fact that they could finally realize their dreams?

Or should they be sad? Sad that the solution to their problem that lasted thousand years was found by a boy that was barely an adult.

The calmest one was undoubtedly Kali. After all, she did not really care about the curse. She was not interested in having any kind of relationship, much less having children or anything of the like.

This was why she was able to ask,

“What is the catch?”

Sol shrugged, “Equivalent exchange. The curse is the price to pay for your powers. So…”

Ambrosia finished, “Losing the curse would mean losing our power.”

“Bingo.”

Sol was calm. There was always a price or at the very least a hindrance. Sol had yet to reach the level where he could disregard the rule of equivalent exchange.

This moment was merely the first step toward a much bigger goal.

If he could reliably cut the connection between the witches and Asmodeus then… Once he became stronger… He would have much more confidence in cutting a contract of a much higher degree.