SON OF THE HERO KING

"Mother! Please don't spy on them. It's rude."

"Hahaha. Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't help myself. After all, it's rare to see a man willing to lay down with a witch without being coerced or enticed."

Ambrosia chuckled while saying so, but deep melancholy could be felt in her words.

Ambrosia, like all witches, had always been curious about such relationships and eventual motherhood.

But her situation was worse than any other witch.

For others, even though having a true relationship was complicated. It wasn't impossible for them to have some trysts with long-lived species such as elves or demons.

But Ambrosia was in a completely different situation.

Her life-stealing curse was so powerful that simply giving a kiss was enough to make an elf go from young to elderly.

Even now, she was still traumatized by her first and last kiss.

The moniker of death’s kiss had never been more accurate than with her.

Despite all this, she held no grudge toward Asmodeus.

Her past wasn't rosy.

She was from a time long before the establishment of the kingdom system, when humans were nothing more than slaves to all races and had to hide underground just to avoid being exterminated.

Thanks to Asmodeus, she rose from being an ant that could be stepped on at any moment to a respectable demi-god that could command rain and wind in the mortal world.

She would need to be extremely ungrateful to resent Asmodeus after everything he has given her.

What's more, when her urges really became unbearable, she could relieve herself with her own hands.

Still,

"So you really took something like that in you?"

She couldn't help but eye Medea’s petite frame with suspicion and worry.

"Mother!"

"Alright! Alright! I was just asking."

Deciding to stop teasing her, Ambrosia chuckled and took a sip of her tea.

This was a habit that she had developed long ago and shared with Medea.

Once she finished savoring her tea, she shook her head and sighed,"Stop looking at me like you're a lost puppy. What is eating you?"

Medea fidgeted a little before asking, "Are you willing to bring the Walpurgisnacht once again in Lustburg?"

All the witches lived in a territory Ambrosia carved by bending space and time in the mortal world.

It functioned with the same basics as Medea's world, but on a much larger scale.

Ambrosia looked expressionlessly at her daughter, "You want me to open the gate of Salem? Again?"

Salem was the name of Ambrosia's world as well as the home of all witches.

Witches were not particularly liked in this world.

For one, many people feared their curses. Bringing bad luck and sucking life away was not a joke.

Even more so since many witches used this to their advantage to get more longevity and power.

The normal way for a witch to become stronger and live longer was through understanding her element.

But some witches preferred to absorb life force and live that way.

Generally, it was Kali's job to seek those witches who had gone astray and exterminate them.

It was because of all this that Ambrosia decided to create a safe haven where no one could harass or get harassed by witches.

It was their heaven.

It became even more so after the situation with Jupiter.

Since that time, the reputation of all witches was completely vilified in the mortal world.

"The last time I opened the gates, we witches became the number one public enemy of Lustburg. All of that because of your beloved little king, and you are saying that you are willing to put your sisters in danger once again because of your selfishness?"

For Ambrosia, all witches were her children.

She knew each of them intimately and loved all of them.

Even for those that went astray, she would only send Kali if she judged that they had gone too far.

Medea lowered her head, "This time it isn't because of self-interest. Sol promised me that he would clean the name of the witches once he officially became King. He wishes to take me as a court mage."

"Oh?"

This time Ambrosia was a little surprised.

Ambrosia honestly did not really care about Lustburg's opinion. But she knew that they needed the king’s approval.

After all, she was a human at core and as a human, she could not harm the king directly.

Despite this, no king after Jupiter tried to show the truth.

Some of them simply did not care about the witches.

Some because they did not wish to have an unstable element like the witches in their kingdom.

Some others because they did not want to destroy the reputation of the first king.

Each of those reasons were completely valid.

So it was really a wonder for Sol to be ready to shake the base of his power for Medea.

"Let's talk about this another time. The decision will be made by the council.”

Ambrosia did not leave all the power in the hands of her four favorite daughters.

The council was made of a group of witches who specialized in predictions and analyzing types of magic.

Most of the daily decisions were taken by them.

Ambrosia trusted their wisdom and would always call them for matters such as this one.

‘Well, we will just have to wait and see.’

Thinking so, she turned her attention once again toward the play that was happening and couldn’t help but blush fiercely.

‘How shameless. I did not raise you like this, Persephone.’

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[Tower of Babel, Persephone’s office.]

In the office, on a bed with crumpled sheets, a beautiful and voluptuous green-haired woman was laying down and sleeping with a beautiful smile hanging on her face.

Her entire body was covered in bite marks and white cloudy liquid.

On the floor, tens of costumes and underwear of all kinds could be seen laying down all over, all of them stained in different ways.

Standing above her naked, Sol began to put away the clothes while showing a helpless smile.

He did not know what had taken over him yesterday, but he had been way wilder than usual.

Perhaps it was because he had been too stressed lately?

He didn’t know.

What he did know though, was that it was definitely not the last time this would happen.

After putting away all the clothes in a place so that the maids had an easier time when cleaning, Sol walked toward Persephone and ruffled her hair gently before murmuring,

“Wake up.”

“Hm…”

Persephone groaned under her breath before opening her eyes and looking at Sol with an unfocused expression.

It didn’t take long for her focus to sharpen and her eyes to regain their light.

“Hello.”

Yawning, she raised the upper part of her body before stretching.

Like any straight man worthy of the name, Sol’s eyes were immediately attracted by the round and bouncy balls full of dreams called breasts.

Persephone didn’t miss this reaction and laughed mischievously,

“Fufufu~! Are you interested in continuing?”

“I will have to pass for now. Do you wish to take a bath?”

“Why not?”

Sol had already stopped using honorifics when talking to her. After all, even though they weren’t exactly lovers now, they weren’t as distant as they were initially.

The office of Persephone had a second room that could serve as a bath. Using her power to fill the bathtub with water then heating it, the two of them relaxed in the hot water while washing each other.

Persephone had to admit that it was quite a novel experience for her.

She had not expected much at first when she decided to spend the night with Sol.

After all, the few experiences with sex she had did not leave her with a, particularly good impression.

What’s more, with his age, she had expected him to be awkward and inexperienced.

She was pleased to have been proven wrong.

The night had been something magical and she wouldn’t forget it any time soon. The aftercare was even more pleasing.

She knew perfectly well that Sol did not harbor much feelings for her. Still, the way he treated her like an actual princess and carefully washed her elated her greatly.

After all, women's views on sex were different from men.

Men were more about the physical side of things.

Meanwhile, women cared more about the emotional connection.

Of course, this didn’t mean that women didn’t get horny and wishes for a simple and rough fuck. It just happened less frequently than with men.

After a second bath, since they couldn’t help but fool around a little during the first one, the two of them changed back into the clothes they wore yesterday.

Thankfully, Sol had the foresight to carefully put those clothes away before they began their wild night.

Once they were ready and clean, the two of them went to the room now occupied by Setsuna and Lilin.

On the way, Sol, now in sage mode, had better clarity of mind.

The first thing in order was to verify Setsuna and Lilin’s situation. Then, he had to ascertain if Lilin knew her origin.

She most likely did, but he wanted to be sure. Aside from that, he had to visit Theresa and see what she wanted to talk about. Then discuss things with Camelia about their relationship.

What’s more, he had to deal with the executions of the traitors and Gerald’s exile. Matters about the war, look at the Crown’s shadow situation, verifies if the vampire was awake, and then interrogates her.

Only when all of this was done could he finally travel to the Astral world.

‘So many things to do and so little time.’

Being a King was really a pain.