Son of The Hero King - Chapter 468

As the night deepened, Sol looked with anticipation at the two partners. His relationship with both of them was actually in a strange situation.

One side there was Setsuna. His knight and one who had waited to sign a contract with him for much of her life.

Setsuna had been with him for nearly as long as he could remember. She was one of his childhood friends and one he shared many moments. Sadly, because of the events that followed not long ago, he had been forced to leave the Mortal realm for a time.

The adventure he lived through, the people he meet, and those he fought. All those moments made it so he became very different from who he once was.

Now it was time for him to rekindle his relationship with her.

Persephone on the other hand was different. Out of all his lovers, she was the most distant. In the first place, were they even lovers? It was hard to say.

Persephone was extremely independent and she made clear that she didn’t particularly want to settle. She was like a cloud, drifting and observing the world below in silence.

Unlike many of his lovers, Persephone was not particularly broken or she had already overcome any trauma she might have.

This made it so that she was far less dependent on him than the others were.

“So, what should we do?”

Persephone stood up. “I took some clothes from my collection. What do you think?”

She smiled quietly. Her green negligee was completely see-through, showing her mature body. She was wearing only a pair of green panties, and the outline of her proud breasts could be seen through the thin material.

Sol was transfixed. No matter how many beautiful women he had seen, he would never get used to it and in fact, did not wish to ever become used to it.

Seeing his reaction, Persephone nodded and brought Setsuna next to her, “Dear Knight, you should be a little bolder.”

Setsuna looked aside as she fidgeted, making her all the cuter. Like Persephone, her attire was completely see-through but she did not hold the same confidence as the Witch of Life.

Her wolf ears dropped a little and the tail behind her was also hanging somewhat low.

As always she was suffering from a small sense of defeatism. Setsuna was a beautiful woman, but not the most beautiful out of Sol’s harem. She was neither the smallest nor the biggest either.

She felt like whatever she did, she always ended up placing herself in situations where she would be compared and she would lose.

“Setsuna?”

She shook her head and raised herself up before jumping in his arms.

“Whooah!”

Sol caught her hurriedly as the two of them fell on the makeshift bed. Her eyes had started to shine with a light-filled with lust and a desire to fight.

“I won’t let you sleep today.”

“Oh?”

He rose an eyebrow at the sudden challenge and behind them, Persephone smiled as she put the ring to her finger.

“Fufufu~ I always had to hold myself back in the past. So I guess I won’t let you sleep either.”

Though Sol only lost a small fraction of his life in the past, there was no way Persephone and Medea could completely enjoy and let go of all worry, knowing that they were stealing his life force.

But now…Now she would show Sol what it means to be the witch of life.

It was time for a world-shaking battle.

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While Sol was busy fighting for his life against one very thirsty woman and a second one who wanted to try new things, a meeting that had long been awaited was finally about to take place.

Lilin had been slowly losing herself in work for the last weeks after leaving the Tower. She had not waited for the news about her mother to be confirmed. She knew very well that Sol would do everything in his power to keep her well and alive one way or another.

She didn’t need to know how.

Her sword moved and blocked the incoming attack of one of her knights with ease.

“Too obvious.”

She moved her sword skillfully and disarmed him before kicking him in the stomach.

Despite the armor the man was wearing, he keeled over and breathed harshly before standing up with difficulty and giving a salute.

“Next one will be the last for today!”

All the knights flinched as they scrambled to be the next, sadly only one could win.

“Your Highness. I am Edwin.”

She nodded, “I know you. You were very helpful during the last attack good job.”

She lazily moved her sword and relaxed. She had no need to use her Iai stance in such training. Her basics were already more than enough to deal with them all.

“Prepare your sword.”

Edwin’s eyes shone in excitement at the praise he had just received and took his stance with his two hands around the hilt of the sword. He knew that he would lose. But he wanted to make the best showing possible.

The other knights watched him in envy. But they could only blame their luck for being too slow.

This was a phenomenon that had slowly started since the start of the subjugation. At first, they were quite reluctant at the thought of being led by a young girl with no obvious experience. They had summarized that Lilin was simply using her position as a princess to get some achievement.

This was a pretty common practice among high nobles. So there was nothing they could do.

All hesitation or bad feelings vanished when the Knights realized that Lilin was a Duke ranked.

It was hard to decipher how excited they were then.

All the Black Knights knew the history of the order. They knew that in the past, Lilith, who was also a Duke ranked then, marched the battlefield with very few companions and those were the first few to become the first Black Knights.

Fighting alongside her, the daughter of Queen Lilith, was like a reenactment of a legend.

The respect they had for her slowly started to grow even more as they admired her way of fighting. Power beyond compare, Skills they could not even hope to reach, a charm no one could resist, and an absolute position of power.

It didn’t take long for them to become completely mesmerized and respect her from the bottom of their hearts.

Her movements on the battlefield as she slayed the bandits one after another, leaving a trail of blood on her path all made them feel a mixture between fear, respect, and adoration.

Slowly, talk between them was made as some even wished for the creation of a new knight order. Already, a few knights painted some parts of their armor in red. Since all of their armor would always become red because of the blood of their enemies.

Another thing that cemented her position was the fact that Lilin would help them correct their form as they swung their swords. This slowly continued until the current scene became something usual.

Edwin was a relatively skilled swordsman. Despite being the son of a hunter, he had managed to enter the Academy and graduated with a good rank before being scooted by the Black Knights.

But even then, he had no way to win against Lilin. Her movements were like flowing water, fluid, fast, and nearly perfect.

He was forced to stop when he felt the cold tip of the blade on his throat.

“Good. You are better than you were yesterday. But you focus too much on trying to overpower me. I may look like someone who never lifted anything heavier than a napkin, but I can break you in two if I wish.”

Lilin gave a few more words as she pointed out his mistakes.

“I am grateful for this honor, your highness.”

She nodded and gave a look all around, “Okay guys! We are slowly reaching the end of our mission. This is it for today’s training. Everyone prepares the place.”

“Yes! Your Highness!”

The Knights all gave a salute and began moving in perfect synchronization. Everyone had a task and they knew what they had to accomplish.

Looking at them like this, Lilin gave a small smile. The time she had spent with them was relatively short. But it felt nice being appreciated and respected.

She moved her sword lightly. Her mind focused, not on the play fight she had with them but on the fight she had with her mother. As well as what happened when Sol fought against Lilith

This was the only way for her to remind herself of one thing. One absolute reality.

She wasn’t strong.

Being able to bring down the knights here or the bandits she slaughtered meant absolutely nothing.

They were all simply too weak.

‘I need someone to fight.’

She sighed and focused on swinging her sword. Only then would she feel better. It wasn’t as if she could somehow find someone at the Duke level in such a place.

It was better to focus on what she could.

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