SON OF THE HERO KING

“Just to be clear. I am not saying your breasts are small. I believe they have the perfect sizes. I was just wondering about the utility a bra might have for you and well you came at that time.”

“So you are telling me you were so engrossed in your internal debate about whether or not I was fit to wear a bra that you didn't even notice me approaching until I was right to the door?”

“Well…When you say it like this I do like quite the pervert.”

“You bet.”

“Haha…”

“Don’t haha me. Sigh~ I swear sometimes I feel like I am dealing with a kid.”

“I am a kid you know? Well, technically I was not that long ago anyway. Wait…Does that make you a cradle robber?”

Medea’s smile twitched a little when she felt a second arrow log deep in her chest. The worst was that she could not deny his words. In terms of age, she was more than 100 times older than him.

“Fufufu~You should stop bullying our dear Medea.”

Coming back after having a good laugh, Persephone took place next to Mede and crossed her beautiful sexy legs while facing Sol.

Since he was kneeling, he was at the perfect angle to gaze at the unknown darkness that hide between her legs.

“You like?”

While Persephone did not act as vulgarly as spreading her legs, she did nothing to hide either, allowing Sol to have fil.

He answered with a simple and clear thumbs up.

“I must say. You are daring as always. Didn’t think you would go commando.”

“I am in my territory. A world with only women around. I don’t think it’s much of a problem.”

Persephone answered when she saw the outraged expression on Medea's face before focusing on Sol again.

“So. I believe we have joked enough. What do you think?”

Sol gave a small smile and change his position, going from kneeling to simply sitting with his butt against the ground.

“Well, I thought we needed to have some relaxed moments before talking about depressing things.”

“So…What is your impression of Salem?”

“Do you want sugar-coated words or honesty?”

“Simple honesty.”

Medea asked him quietly.

She knew very well that she was the reason why Sol wished to make the mood lighter. But she was not so weak that she could not take the truth.

“Well…It’s without a doubt a beautiful city. Magnificent architecture and all that. But more than anything, it’s a decaying city.”

Salem was a city where things did not change.

Even though it had everything needed to thrive, even though all the habitants were never lacking anything, it was still a decaying city.

Persephone gave a sad smile,

“The case of suicide or witches who simply gave up studying and died continue to increase every year.”

Witches had a functionally unlimited lifespan. Or at the very least, one that could stretch well into a few thousand years.

But this super longevity was conditional. It was necessary to study, obtain more knowledge, and thus more life or simply go on a hunting spree and steal years of life from men by having a relationship with them.

But it seemed like the witches were simply not even interested in living anymore.

“Our numbers are dwindling and in recent years, Mother has recruited no new witches. I guess at this rate, witches will soon be extinct. They have nothing to live for. No goal, no dream, nothing.”

Persephone did not think those who suicide were weak. They simply reached the limit they could bear and decided that death was the best solution to put an end to their suffering.

“I wish I could have found and helped sooner. I even created a Medical center and Kali created many amusement attractions. But it made the situation worse.”

During the opening of the amusement park, the witches realized once again how small their numbers were. This brought even more depression in their minds.

“Then there are the angry ones.”

Not all witches who were depressed gave up on life. A few did nothing but a group of radicals would go as far as attacking even humans in Duchy and counties.

This was made out of hatred but it did nothing but create a vicious circle. Those attacks on cities would make humans even more wary of witches and they would treat bad any new witches in their places or would help spread rumors which would make people hate witches even more and so the cycle went aback.

“So what are you going to do?

“Simple. I will make sure everyone gets a little of what they need and he takes the major part of what I need. Everyone will be happy.”

Medea, listening to him bit her lips strongly, “Are you sure you do not need us for the war?”

“I am. You guys should know, more than anyone else, that I don’t need more fighters, and the witches would just confuse the front line. What you can do though is pretty simple. Taking care of the rear line. This is perhaps as important if not more. I will explain all this during the negotiations."

"Very well… Then should we advance the meeting now?"

Medea's expression, which had once been filled with self-doubt, was now calm.

She had always felt guilty.

Everything that's happening right now was because of her and her stupidity and naivety.

Because of her, many witches suffered and lost their lives while many humans went through the same.

Though she was not the direct cause. There was nothing she could do about it.

This was also why she had been acting so meek and did not impose much of her desire on the council lately despite being the absolute president.

She had given up on them for one thousand years, hiding in her Ivory tower and gilded cage, too afraid to face the reality of her actions.

But now…Now it was time for her to act like her position asked her to.

Not waiting for Sol to answer, Medea clapped her hands together and instantly, the world seemed to slow down as gears and a clock appeared in the sky.

Her eyes started shining and her pupils changed shape to a diamond form, as if representing one from a deck card.

[I, Medea Asmodeus, hereby declare the opening of a Public Trial. All the Members of the council are summoned and anyone late or absent will be punished.]

The presence of Medea made her feel like a giant. Despite her small frame, anyone facing her would be crushed by her simple overwhelming aura and few people could ever hope to stand in front of her.

'How dreadful— I fell in love all over again.'

It was in moments like this that Sol was reminded that, despite how cute she looked and how Adorable Medea was — She was still a powerful King.

Furthermore, one who had studied the law of time.

Her prowess and power could hardly be imagined.

'Well. In the end, no matter how strong she is, she is mine.'

Sol liked having powerful women around him. Even if they were more powerful than him.

If the moment wasn't so important, he would have pushed down Medea right here and now.

Sadly, work should always be put before pleasure. No matter what the situation was.

Grinning, he stood up, while making sure to put back the bra of Medea in her drawer.

"I guess it's time to end this whole charade."

The best way to end all of this with style.

Only then would he be satisfied?

(AN: Damn guys. CH 500. I know that if we add all the interludes and special chapters etc we reach the 500th chapter long ago. But this is different. This is truly CH 500. If three years ago, someone told me I would write 500+ chapters of a story, I wouldn't believe them.

This is even more so since I feel like SHK reached only around half of the plot.

Anyway, truly thanks to everyone once again. I already said thank you many times, but it can never be enough. Thanks for following my story and thanks for supporting me.

Let's see the end together, guys, I wish you all a great day or night)