Son of The Hero King - Chapter 389

[Medea’s World]

While Sol was lamenting about the inevitability of fate, Medea was walking around and fidgeting under the amused gaze of, Ambrosia and Freya.

Once she savored her tea and inwardly wondered if they should try a new brand, she asked the question that had been burning on her lips,

“So dear daughter of mine, what are you doing here instead of being with him?”

“I panicked, Okay?”

Freya chortled a little but waved her hand under the resentful gaze of her sister,

“Sorry, sorry, don’t mind me. I do not exist.”

The three witches were as colorful as always. Black, white, pink, different colors and personalities clashing.

“What else?”

Ambrosia knew that this couldn’t be all.

Medea hesitated a little, “I…I think I am a little ashamed as well. I was so sure that when he came I would welcome him with good news. Now though, I don’t know…”

“Is the council still stubborn?”

Freya asked. The four witches generally didn’t interfere in each other sphere of influence. There were no particular rules about it. It was just a matter of respect and not wishing to be swamped with even more work.

The council was the most tiresome of the four since it was the only one where that didn’t have absolute power and left a semblance of democracy. Since none of them wanted that job, they had to play rock-paper-scissors.

Medea won all three times by using her power but was then disqualified for cheating. Freya chortled once again when she remembered the face Medea made back then.

“Freya!”

“I said I am sorry. Pfft!”

She stood up and began walking away, knowing that she would not be able to stay serious longer than this.

Once Freya left, Medea sighed, before sitting down and banging her head against the table,

“I know I am being foolish. But ugh…”

“Well, you already did a good job convincing them to have an airing.”

“But…”

“But Sol will be scrutinized.”

Indeed, #1 asked that Sol should apologize publicly for what Lustburg had done as well as many little amendments and support that would heavily favor the witches.

Medea gritted her teeth. Asking Sol to apologize wasn’t a problem per se. But she thought it was useless. Many of the current witches weren’t even alive back then and neither was Sol.

But so be it. She knew that Sol wouldn’t mind doing this. But the more they asked the more Medea began to bristle.

In a way, what they were trying to do was no different than trying to recreate the era of the puppet king. Only this time, rather than the nobles controlling the King, it would be the witches.

They took a few steps back when they learned that Sol was now called the “Dragon Emperor” but it didn’t change much.

The witches were no inferiors to any divine beasts and Ambrosia was one of the most powerful demigods. Even though she wasn’t a false god yet, she was no less dangerous. After all, she had the combined knowledge of thousands of witches, be they dead or alive.

She was not called the All-knowing for nothing.

Furthermore, the witches also had the support of Asmodeus. One of the first divine beasts.

No matter from what perspective you looked at it, the witches feared no one in the Astral realm. Not even Tiamat.

After all, Tiamat would not attack them for no reason and even if she did, they would not be helpless.

This was their pride.

But that pride was destroyed in the Mortal realm because there, someone reigned and they could do absolutely nothing about that person.

The ruler of Lustburg. The blessed of Luxuria. The being with the ultimate backing.

It didn’t matter how strong they were or how strong Asmodeus or Ambrosia were, they were absolutely helpless when facing the King or Queen.

“Do you blame them?”

Medea shook her head, “Once bitten twice shy. They were betrayed by Lustburg because of my stupidity. I understand why they want more initiative this time. But I cannot accept this.”

“And they do not care.”

This was the problem that Medea was facing. If Sol refused their demands, they simply had to ignore Lustburg like they already did for thousand years. Nothing would change for them.

“Ugh…Mother…”

“I will not order them. The choice is theirs. Try convincing them and succeed or fail.”

Ambrosia was entirely neutral on this matter. She refused to take a side again. After all, she simply did not know Sol enough.

Ideally, she would like to observe him for one or two hundred years, but she wondered if he would even survive that long.

Outside of a few exceptions, Blesseds weren’t really known for their longevity.

“Still, if you are so worried about this. You should talk to him about it rather than worrying about it on your own.”

It was when they reached that part that the two of them stopped.

Even though they had been speaking, they were also observing the situation in Lilith’s bedroom. Embarrassed she might be, but Medea had the duty to care for Lilith, there was no way she would not observe her continuously until she was healed or died.

They heard the discussion about how they would need the help of a witch as well as perhaps the entire library causing Medea to groan.

“Why…?”

Ambrosia also frowned, but for different reasons. She was very old and knew very well how Fate worked.

As long as a Blessed was in his Heyday, the world itself would bend backward to help them realize their dreams and aspiration.

Thousand years ago, when Jupiter wished to become King, by some ‘chance’ he found Medea. The one woman who had enough influence and power to help him become King but at the same time didn’t have enough experience to feel his duplicity.

If Jupiter had not discarded stupidly discarded Medea, his end would have been very different.

In the far past, when Echidna wished to create the perfect life, by some ‘chance’ she became friends with both Her and Anubis, the only mortals in the entire world who specialized in exactly what Echidna lacked to complete her goal.

Now, like back then, All the pieces right now were fitting for Sol to reach out to the witches.

But this time, not only Medea, but all the four witches were one way or another related to him.

If before she had wanted to stay absolutely neutral and observe, now she was wondering if she should change her stance.

But then, what would be the right choice?

‘I hate dealing with Blessed.’

Ambrosia swore under her breath, deciding that she might write a law about fleeing the very moment they meet a Blessed in order to not create more problems.

“Mother, what should we do?”

Medea asked. It wasn’t impossible for witches to roam the mortal world if they wished, they could simply ask for La Befana to come out.

It might involve some compensation, but this was not a problem.

Ambrosia gave a bitter chuckle and looked up at the sky, “La Befana is the current #1 of the council.”

“Fuck.”

“Indeed.”

Even Medea could not stop herself from cursing and Ambrosia did not stop her.

After all, they were indeed in one fucked up situation.

Freya, who had come back after calming down was startled when she heard her sister curse like this.

It was rare to see her use such a crude language. Much less their mothers not reprimanding her.

Curious about what happened, she asked and Medea did not argue as she explained. After all, Freya was as much concerned about this situation as all of them.

When Medea finished her explanation, Freya tilted her head,

“Where is the problem exactly?”

Medea tilted her head, “La Befana is one of the staunchest voices for isolationism or having Lusturb under our control. The chances that she accepts to help Sol are pretty low and even if she did accept, it would be with a price.”

“And this is why I said that there is no problem.”

Medea was becoming irritated but she did not lose her calm. Freya was generally the most rational out of the four of them. There had to be a reason for her to utter such words.

Once she was asked to explain, Freya shrugged,

“You two thoughts so much but you forget one simple solution. We opened the gate once because Medea got bewitched by Jupiter, right? So all we have to do is to have Sol bewitch La Befana.”

Ambrosia face palmed. She didn’t know what was the worse.

The fact that her daughter had such a stupid idea—or the fact that this stupid idea had a very high chance of succeeding.

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