SON OF THE HERO KING

After his transcendence, having people throw facts right at his face was rare nowadays. Moreover, the one on the other end of that fact-blasting was none other than Nefertiti herself. He would have never believed in a million years that her most faithful confidant would do something like that but it happened nonetheless.

Nefertiti, Milia, and Skuld were undoubtedly his staunchest supporters. These women would just slit their throats with a gleeful smile if that were to be his wish. When such a woman threw facts at him, he was bound to be shocked out of his wits.

“I believe in you. I love you. But not even the gods are perfect. The goddesses are the best example of this reality.”

Nefertiti seemed to guess his thoughts and caressed his cheek lovingly.@@novelbin@@

“As a believer and Apostle of the All-Seeing Radiant Lord, it is my duty to spread your words and believe in your unending benevolence.

“As a lover and wife of Sol Dragona Luxuria, it is my duty to not only serve you but also walk alongside you. To make sure you never stray from the right path nor fail in accomplishing your endeavor.”

After her concept evolved, Nefertiti finally came to a shocking understanding.

Blind servitude was not true love nor was blind faith true faith.

Her love and devotion to Sol was eternal. Her faith was limitless.

For all his power and charisma— Sol was ultimately just a young man.

A man who had to stand tall in his lonesome to protect his loved ones. A man who would show only smiles even when he was breaking down in tears on the inside.

Such actions were beautiful. Respectable even.

But,

“Every single thought and consideration of yours shows that you can not fully trust us.”

She placed a finger on his lip, stopping him from speaking.

“This is not an accusation. Life is not a joke. There is nothing wrong with putting as many failsafes as possible during something as unpredictable as war.

“I also know that for someone as powerful as you are now, we must seem all the more fragile. The enemies that you are constantly facing are getting stronger while we are just unable to catch up to you fast enough.” Even as a Duke, Sol could reliably fight most King-ranked beings and now that he was a King, all his enemies would be at the demigod level or false god level at least. Ŕ𝐀𐌽ꝋBƐŠ

Sooner or later, the goddesses themselves might become enemies and they might have to face the two Mother Goddesses. Just that thought alone was enough to make her chest tighten, to make her breathless.

Even so,

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“Please believe in us.” She asked with all her being.

“Share your burden with us.” She almost sounded pleading in her desperation.

“Even if we can only take one 1% of all the weight you are carrying.” Her voice was as beautiful as a blooming rose.

“You would still feel 1% lighter, right? That’s more than enough for us.”

Sol looked down at Nefertiti. No falsehood was allowed in this place that represented the innermost part of their hearts. He had no choice but to believe her words wholeheartedly.

He could see reverence and faith, an absolute insurmountable belief in his being in her every action. He could also see worry and love in her eyes. Emotions that swirled in perfect harmony without clashing against each other.

Nefertiti was truly a woman worthy of respect. He shouldn't have been surprised. All his women were special in their own distinctive ways. They were his greatest gifts and blessings.

“I won't say that I will be able to stop coddling you girls.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Sol did not know just how many times he told himself that he needed to stop acting as if his women were fragile birds that needed to be protected in a gilded cage.

They were not. His girls were warriors. Women who suffered a sad fate and yet rose above their tragedy to head towards transcendence, overcoming their destiny.

While he did not have the memories, from what Skuld said, Sol knew that another version of him went through what could only be described as a BAD END.

A world where he lost everything and everyone he cared for.

A world where he erased everything and rewound time itself to find a better alternative. Just imagining the possibility of his loved ones was like thousands of needles piercing Sol’s heart non-stop. He could not even bear to imagine such a scenario.

Sol did not want to lose anyone. This was why he was fighting to reach the Happy Ending. The one where everyone survived and stayed happy forever after.

“We will fight alongside you for our desired future.” Nefertiti tip-toed and kissed him. Their lips barely touched. A light kiss with nothing sensual.

Even so, that one kiss was enough to appease all of Sol’s worries and anxieties for now.

This was not the first time he had this discussion. He knew that he needed to change. If he continued as he did then it would make him no different from how Camelia acted when he was still weak and needed their protection.

But now that he was in her place, as the stronger one, Sol could deeply understand and relate to Camelia’s worries. Her constant fear of losing him, like he feared losing them.

“I will change.” He would not just give his trust to people like Milia. He would truly change and give more freedom to everyone he loved and cherished, that was his conviction.

“It will take time though and now isn’t the best time.”

“I know. We need to fight the gods, right?” There was a fierce smile on her face. Nefertiti could already foresee the tales and legends which would follow the path of sales and she had no intention to cower in the face of danger.

“Indeed. For now, Hypnos is our greatest threat. But soon, many more will join him and add to our long list of adversities. People who were once the rulers of the very laws that govern and hold this whole universe.”

“And yet we will overcome them and emerge triumphant.” Of that, she had no doubt. She had more faith in Sol than he himself had in him, after all.

“It won’t be easy honestly. This is why I am doing my best to make everyone grow as much as possible, as soon as possible.”

“We will fight alongside you.” Her words left no room for debate and Sol did not plan to contradict her either.

“I know you will.”

“My power is not specialized for combat. But I will spread the word and increase your believers.”

“No need to do that cumbersome task for now. The elves were special. We could act because the foundation and basis of our faith were already set due to my identity. If we try to spread my religion outside of Southern Pride, we will most likely get immediately labeled as a Heretical Cult.”

Sol knew that not all the goddesses were on his side. Invidia in particular seemed to truly hate him to his core. While she still had not proceeded with a decisive act, Sol was already preparing himself for the worst of the goddess of envy’s machinations.

“The most important for now is simple. Deal with Slothein then hijack the Mortal Realm. When we accomplish that object, the goddesses will be left with only three choices.” He lifted three fingers, “Join me, ignore me, or fight me.”

The fourteen goddesses were weak. True. But this was mostly when compared to other gods and when taken individually.

Sol was not arrogant enough to truly look down on them. After all, even a false god like Tiamat was exhilarated because she managed to fight a goddess to a standstill. This simple fact showed the immense gulf that separated mortals like them from the gods high above.

“I have to gather all my allies for that day.” Fighting all the goddesses would undoubtedly be the worst situation. If the worst-case scenario were to transpire, he would be swarmed on all sides by all the vultures watching in the shadows.

This was why,

“On the day I become officially crowned as King of Lustburg— I will make my wish to Luxuria clear.”

The day of his coronation was approaching fast but for now, he needed to return home for his wedding.