SON OF THE HERO KING

Still, this didn’t mean that they could simply do as they pleased.

Sol also had the capacity of making the same kind of wish to the goddess of lust. Since they weren’t really creating a new race but simply helping Lilith modify her existence, surely it would be possible to avoid punishment, right? That was the optimistic scenario he was gunning for…

“I have a question. Always been curious about it. The chimera queen created an entire fucki– * Sigh*, pardon me. As I was saying, she created a whole new race I believe, why wasn’t she punished?”

Sol asked a question that had been bothering him for a long long time and now that he had a divine beast as old as Hathor to respond to his queries, he wanted to get an answer from her. He was really on the verge of losing his temper as it felt like every time things were going easy for him, something was going to make the situation harder.

But he refused to throw his frustration at a person who had shown goodwill by coming to help him in this precarious situation.

“Who said that she wasn’t punished? The chimeras are abominations to the natural order. This is also one of the reasons why there has never been a Holy Daughter or Crown Prince or Princess in Glutonny Foss since its inception. Those abominations cannot be blessed by the goddesses.”

Hathor shrugged her shoulders as she spoke the next part of her speech, “As for her exact punishment, I don’t know for sure. She has the blessing of two goddesses, I think she didn’t suffer much of anything, to be honest.”

Sol sighed, “Very well. This isn’t the problem now anyway.”

He thought for a bit as he tried to weigh the pros and cons of this tiresome situation, “Lilith, are you sure you want to go through the risky method? I believe that it would only take me a few years to become a King and then a Demigod.”

Since Sol was a dimensional mage, the transition from King to the realm of a Demigod would be far easier for him. What would be an impossibility for others would only be a question of time for him due to his innate trait and heaven-defying talent.

If Lilith were to settle for the safe method, once he became a demigod and had greater control over his powers, he could help her in any way that was necessary. But that was for the future, not in the present. All she needed was to stay put for a few years and not use her powers. Just live her life like a normal human.

Was that really too much to ask? Perhaps… Especially since the person in question was none other than Lilith Luxuria…

“My opinion on this matter will not change. A sword that cannot cut is nothing but a useless tool that is better discarded. I would rather die than become a cripple unable to use my own powers. You know that already, Sol, don’t drag this matter anymore…”

As sad as it was, it was inevitable that she didn’t share his sentiments or his way of thinking. Lilith’s opinion was clear. She would rather be a shooting star flashing in the sky and blazing for a brief instant, even if that single instant was the time it could remain in existence, than force herself to become weak and utterly helpless.

All her life, she had trained, trained, and trained to reach the level she was at now. Her life’s very purpose had been to attain this power she now wielded. She was strong, unimaginably so. Even in the face of a divine beast, Lilith could confidently say that she was as strong as it was possible for a King to be. She had reached the very limits of the realm— the very zenith of a mortal…

The only reason she didn’t try to reach the demigod level was simply that she did not have enough energy to do so.

“Do you not care about what would happen to Lilin? What about me? or Camelia? How do you think we will feel if you pass away like this?”

He was almost pleading now.

“Sol, do not force me on a path I refuse, nay, loathe to follow. I may be acting selfishly, but this is my life and I have the right to make my own choices.”

Sol sighed, wondering if he should simply use his remaining divinity and manipulate Fate to get the desired result he so desperately wished for. But he eventually calmed down. Even without using divinity, it wasn’t impossible to tilt the events to his advantage.

He was no doctor and he couldn’t play around with her life. Even if he had the powers necessary to do so.

Biting his lips, he thought for a bit before speaking with tiredness permeating his tone, “Let’s recapitulate our options. First, you need an example of what she should have been. Her perfect version, so to speak, and someone related to her if possible, right? That is fairly easy to do… She has a daughter, her name’s Lilin, and she should be enough to fulfill all your criteria.”

Hathor merely shrugged, “Can’t say anything before seeing her but… Theoretically speaking, it should work, yeah. We shall see when we cross that bridge.”

He nodded and turned toward Persephone, “I believe witches have the greatest knowledge in all the realms. There should be some witches who specialized in biology, right? I would need someone who has extensive knowledge about succubuses, humans, and the hybrids born between the two if possible.”

Persephone mused after hearing him speak, “Indeed, there is someone. Her name is La Befana [1]. An old disciple of mine. I specialize in pure life energy but she went deeper into the domain. And if I recall correctly, she did study into Succubuses in order to find a way to get rid of our curse or at least the most tiresome of them all.”

The results went without saying.

The basis of her disciple’s research was pretty clear for anyone to see. After all, the draining curse Witches were afflicted with was extremely similar to the life drain succubus and vampires were innately able to make use of.

The papers she had produced were of the highest quality and she became one of the rare witches to use blood magic as well as water and ice magic too. She had a firm belief that water was the source of all life.

It was an interesting theory that Persephone would have encouraged to be further researched. If not for what had happened to the Darwin siblings.

The goddesses clearly did not appreciate any theories that were related to evolution.

“But there is a problem.”

‘Of course, there is a fucking problem. How could there be not? Every single time, dammit!’

Sol began to understand what that short plumber with a mustache in a certain cult classic game must have felt whenever he beat a boss and the bastards told him the iconic line— ‘The princess is in another castle.’ …

He felt like he was playing an old-school RPG that would give hundreds of side quests just to complete one main quest.

“So, what might be the problem this time?”

He asked once again, as calmly as he was able to. He had faced literal goddesses and demigods, surely it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

“The council of witches still hasn’t decided whether or not we should open the gates of Salem once more.”

‘Ah, so this time the enemy is democracy, huh? Beautiful! Absofuckinglutely beautiful!’

What a world to live in this was!

He sighed. “So we have three problems. One, hope that Lilin will be enough for the biological blueprint. Two, get the witches out of Salem. Three, get the goddesses to not punish us if whatever we do ends up pissing them off.”

Hathor chortled, clearly finding the situation interesting. “I must say…I didn’t know what kind of shit I was putting myself into when I decided to accept your request.”

She had lived thousands of years with nothing particularly interesting happening outside of her sister, Nent, going through a belated rebellion Phase.

But now, only a few days after leaving the Astral realm, she was already facing goddess level problems.

Sol smiled bitterly at her words, he remembered about Bastet and how she had been adamant about not following him. Now it was clear that she had quite the foresight, after all…

He was just a magnet for all sorts of trouble…

*Sigh*

(AN: Vol 11 will be huge. Perhaps my largest volume. For now, it will have Lilin/Lilith/Crowning/Politics/Witches. Perhaps I will separate it in two volume to straighten my idea better. We shall see.)