SON OF THE HERO KING

For him, this city was more of a phantom one than anything else.

‘Living in such a closed place can only breed resentment.’

If the witches did not have the power to actually travel through the Astral realm, he was sure that they wouldn’t just have some differences between them. There would be absolute and pure hatred that could not be measured in any normal way.

‘This is sad.’

Being chased from your home and hated because of some false information and even more being cursed to never actually find someone you could love and make love to without hurting him or her.

This was hell. A hell that many witches could not accept and as such turned toward revenge and rebellion.

It wasn’t as if Sol could not understand the reasons behind the actions of his ancestors. Jupiter aside, who was nothing but a stupid man filled with pride from what he could understand, his son – Pluto the Peaceful King, had been forced to act and give his all to barely keep Lustburg from losing all the territories they obtained through the war.

After all, after the withdrawal of the witches during the war and the death of Jupiter, with Pluto who was only a Kid then, Lustburg had been barely able to take care of itself.

The few Kings or Queens that followed were more worried about getting back the power of Lustburg and by the time the generation reached his grandfather, the royal family was too weak to even take important decisions.

It didn’t help that Neptune, The Puppet King should have in fact been called the Mad King. Was more busy taking care of his dozens of human experiments to even care about the fate of his kingdom much less that of the witches.

Finally came Mars who wished to bring a new peaceful relationship between the two parties. He even became a student of Medea and became friends with Persephone.

There was little doubt that Mars would have succeeded in bringing peace. At least this would have been the case if the war against Gluttony Foss did not happen.

In the end, Mars died and all possibility of peace seemingly died with him. At least this was until Sol appeared and made a relationship with Medea.

Thinking of all this, Sol grinned. History was truly important when it came to realize the error of our ways and how to not repeat them. Despite all this, history seemed to repeat constantly.

‘Well, now is honestly the best time to bring back the witches.’

If there was one thing Sol learned from his previous world, it was the importance of controlling the media and handling information in the most suitable way. When something you did not want others to focus on happened, it was necessary to distract the population with sensational information.

Oh, the kings and queens lied? The witches aren’t evil? We were simply manipulated all along? Damn, I wanna be angry — But…The war is starting. Holy shit, who has the time to care about the witches? In fact, won’t the witches make it easier for us to win the war? Yeah for the witches!

Sol gave a low laugh, while not everyone would act like this, for the vast majority of people, they had no care for things that didn’t touch them directly. They could watch a massacre on TV with no care but will obviously cry when someone close to them had a problem.

This was human nature and as a King, he had to understand, control and use it for his own self.

‘Hum…I think I did enough inspection.’

Medea and the other witches had already explained more or less the situation of Salem to him.

But he needed to do things for himself and internalize them to reach a conclusion. Now he had reached one and he knew what he would do.

He stretched a little and started to walk back to the quarter he had been assigned to – Medea’s house.

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“So…You got curious and started searching through my drawers?”

Sitting on her bed, while holding her head, feeling like a headache was about to overcome her.

“Yep.”

Kneeling in front of her was none other than Sol, a light-hearted smile on his face. The bedroom of Medea was surprisingly girly all things considered.

While it followed a monochrome team of black and white, there were a few cute teddy bears there and some other cute decorations, giving a warm impression of the room.

So —Why was the Future King of Lustburg kneeling in front of a witch in this room?

Well to understand the situation it was necessary to know what Medea had witnessed after coming home while being tired because of a day of hard work.

“Okay. I understand searching my drawers. But why, for goodness sake, did you have to put my panties on your head and stretch my bras?”

“Well. The panties thing honestly was just a hallucination.”

“You still have them on your head.”

“*Ahem*”

Sol took away the panties and threw them in his dimension.

“Like I said, it was an illusion;”

“Sigh~Okay. But what about my bra?”

Sol grimaced a little as he looked at the black bra in his hand.

“Do you want the truth or a lie?”

“The truth obviously.”

“Huh…Remember you asked for it. *Ahem*”

Sol cleared his throat, knowing that he should tell a lie in this instance but a man should be honest even when said honesty could be deadly and Sol saw himself as a truly manly man.

He gave a glance at the bra and then at Medea’s chest before looking away and clearing his throat once more.

“To be honest…I was just wondering why you even had a bra in the first place and if this belonged to someone else.”

Persephone, who had entered the room just at the right moment nearly exploded in laughter before hurrying back out of the room. As for Medea, If words were weapons, then she would have her chest pierced right now.

(AN: Some humor to say hello to Medea again. Didn’t see girl in some time now.)

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