SON OF THE HERO KING

“Though, while I am up for meeting him I don’t think Asmodeus can descend right? While one of his children comes?”

Lustburg was under the control of Luxuria so as the divine beast of Luxuria, it was possible for all children of Asmodeus to come down in the mortal world.

“No. Asmodeus wants to talk to you directly. Furthermore, his child is honestly not the best diplomat. That old man would rather sleep and do nothing.”

“A child? So he doesn’t have four Kings like the others?”

“What makes you think he doesn’t?”

“Hum…?”

Sol frowned and Ambrosia’s eyes curved, seeing Sol acting confused was slowly becoming a rarer sight so she found this quite amusing,

“How are we called?”

Sol was surprised at her question. The family name Ambrosia and the other witches used was generally Asmodeus. He was about to ask what the hell she meant when he remembered the insignia that was on the door leading to Medea’s world in the past.

The snake eating its tail, “Ouroboros.”

Ambrosia laughed, “Indeed. We are not seen as Asmodeus children for nothing. One of the reasons why witches are so powerful is precisely this case. We are humans yet we could also be considered as a form of Divine beasts.”

“Asmodeus was extremely limited in his ability to create children through separation, unlike the other divine beasts. In the past people wondered if it was because he was weak but as the oldest divine beast in existence you can guess it isn’t the case. He simply limited himself to create the witches in the future.”

Why would he want to do this? This was a question Sol did not bother to ask. Asmodeus was under the order of Luxuria. One didn’t need to be a genius to see that this was some sort of her plan. Most likely to create a god or to make the human race stronger.

“You should be able to guess. But witches were initially created to be the new starting point of humanity. But this is exactly why — the project was destined to fail.”

This world worked on a certain balance that was hard to destroy. The stronger something was, the harder they could procreate. Even the lustful dragon who could procreate with all races, had a hard time having powerful children.

Humans as a race had a very low starting point. They could only awaken at the age of 15 and even then it would normally take a few more years for them to become strong. But at the same time, thanks to their ability to make contracts and learn different laws, one could say that the human race as a whole had one of the craziest potentials.

Now…What would happen if Humans could learn to handle mana like other races from the very beginning? With such a starting point, their potential would become even more game-breaking.

Ambrosia shook her head, “He will explain everything to you better.”

The two of them entered her house and Sol had a vision of what looked more like a chapel than anything else.

“Now, we simply have to hold hands and you will enter my mindscape and enter into contact with Asmodeus.”

Sol raised an eyebrow in quiet surprise, “You sure?”

The mindscape was the most naked truth about an individual. This was the world that represented everything, even the most hidden truth. This was even more so for a warrior who reached or surpassed the Duke rank.

Observing her inner world was in a way even more intimate than actually seeing her naked.

“Do not worry. I do not plan to let you visit far. You will simply reach the surface level of my consciousness and this will be enough to serve as a bridge to discuss with Asmodeus.”

Ambrosia added, “To be honest, you are the one who should be worried. After all your mind is simply that of a Duke. You might get crushed if you meet Asmodeus in that state.”

“Hum…This is a valid worry. But it isn’t a problem.”

“Oh? Are you confident in facing the spirit of a demigod?”

“No. But I am confident that Asmodeus isn’t stupid enough to try to humiliate me now.”

There was nothing much Ambrosia could say against that.

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A few moments later, after Sol sat while facing Ambrosia, he took her hand in her and waited for her to act.

"For what will happen next you need to relax. You also need to avoid harboring any hostility against me, otherwise, my subconscious will automatically consider you an enemy and attack."

Sol nodded, "I am ready."

Ambrosia took a deep breath and activated a magical circle below them.

If she had to be honest. She was quite worried. After all, this would be the first time she let anyone see what was in her mind outside of Asmodeus and most likely a few goddesses who might have spied on her.

'I should be careful in hiding everything.'

There were many embarrassing things she didn't want anyone to know about her and if possible she would never let anyone know about it.

"Let's start."

A second magical circle appeared above them, then a third and a fourth on either side.

This was both a conductor and a shield. The current state they were in was too precarious and any disturbance might cause damage to their mind.

'Now!'

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Sol felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a quagmire. But he kept his mind calm and focused. He already experienced such situations with his mind and as such knew what he had to do.

[Open your mind.]

The voice of Ambrosia reached him and finally, Sol reached out.

Whoosh!

When he finally opened his eyes again, he found himself in what looked to be a vast cosmos that seemed to stretch to infinity.

This reminded him in a way of The Sea of Stars of Tiamat but at the same time, the differences were more than evident. One of them was that there were no stars in the sky. Only darkness.

Even so, light still existed.

"So this is the inner mind."

This place represented how one saw the world or how one pictured himself. For Sol, his dreamscape was an infinite Blue sky and Sea with tumultuous deep water.

Seeing this place gave him a deeper insight into who Ambrosia was as an individual.

A picture started to flash in his mind, a picture of a young girl seemingly around 10 years old crying with a runny nose while holding —

[Don't Look!]

This picture did not last long though as the background was completely shifted and by the time Sol understood what was happening, he left the large cosmos and found himself in a new world.

Whoosh!

A frigid wind stirred, blowing away at his clothes and air.

Chuckling, Sol raised his legs to look at a man sitting on a throne of ice.

Sol had expected many things when he imagined Asmodeus. A giant snake ready to devour the world or a cold sovereign in the like of Tiamat.

Someone ruthless who did not hesitate to give curses.

But what he was seeing was—

"Yo!"

"A wannabe hippie?"

—He seriously did not see this coming.