Son of the Hero King

Chapter 740

After Sol arranged things with Anubis, Echidna, and Ambrosia, things progressed fast from then on. Sol focused mainly on recovery in his room while the other women went about their work. There was much to do and little time to accomplish everything.

Isis' load was lighter thanks to Anubis lending some of his undead. They were only low-level undead, as Anubis was unable to meddle too much in the matters of the Mortal Realm, but Sol did not mind the restriction.

Anubis was in a weird position when it came to the so-called rules. Beings from the Astral Realm were not allowed to affect the political landscape of the seven kingdoms in the Mortal Realm. Especially for the Demigods, they were fully restricted from any contact. That was why Demigods were unable to enter the Mortal Realm.

However, the rule only applied to foreign Demigods. Since Anubis was born in the Mortal Realm, most of the restrictions the world placed on the beings from the other Realms were non-existent on him. Yet, by fusing his essence with the Realm of the Afterlife and creating the Underworld, his position became more ambiguous.

If one had to give an analogy, he was someone with Dual Citizenship and received double taxation.

Either way, Sol did not need to rely on his father-in-law. Lustburg was already a well-oiled machine, and the addition of undead was just the cherry on top.

The problem came from the attack of those old gods. While Sol was in a coma, Camellia and the others informed Milia, who immediately ordered a wide search, and they realized that many small settlements and villages had been attacked and eradicated in what could only be called a full ritualistic massacre.

Thousands of citizens and knights had been quietly killed without them noticing anything until now.

Sol knew that it was unwise to reproach himself for the actions of terrorists, but his sense of responsibility was far different from what it once had been. While he would not hurt his loved ones for the sake of the world, there was no denying that it was his duty as the king of all humanity to assure the well-being of his citizens, and he had completely failed in his duty.

Sol was not fond of failure, no matter what shape that failure came in.

While he was asleep, Milia had ordered a gag order and stopped this discovery from reaching the population in the capital until receiving further orders from Sol. Now that he was awake, it was time for him to decide on the matter. Whether to share it, or conceal it from everyone, to not spread kingdom-wide panic.

The people had the right to know the truth, but sometimes, the truth also needed to be hidden.

As if the headache of this matter was not enough already, because of the massacre caused by Asura in Wratharis, Setsuna and Shuten Doji also made a territory-wide inspection, and the results were far worse than they had been in Lustburg.

After all, Lustburg still had a certain stability, but Wratharis had a wide territory all under the control of different tribe leaders and hundreds of islands and mountains that were inhabited by hermits or small groups.

As a result, an estimate of more than forty thousand deaths and disappearances was added to the list. Far more still went unaccounted, and there were clear traces of horrific torture in all the sites.

Sol still remembered how Setsuna nearly went berserk when the news reached her. Ironically, the number of civilian deaths accounted for was higher than the number that occurred during the war. Back then, even Lupus had been somewhat restrained in massacring the civilians. Capture was more important than straight-on extermination, and for obvious reasons, Sol had asked the soldiers to be careful when handling beastkin civilians.

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Bad news never came alone, and they were now sure that many rebel beastkin had joined hands with the Dwarves from Greed Dike. It wasn’t hard to track some funds of unknown origin.

Since Wratharis was now allied to Lustburg in name but was in reality more like a colony, its problem became Sol’s problem, and it was now his duty as well to take care of them. Latest content published on NoveI★Fire.net

More duties. More responsibilities. More problems. More stress.

He should have been sleeping and resting, but how could he sleep comfortably when mortals were dying like ants because of crazy old gods who were chasing their past grandeur?

On the side, Dawn was clearly approaching her old Divine Kingdom, or what was left of it.

Sol knew that his father had once used that Divine Territory as a way to become stronger, but Sol had no intention of stopping Dawn. Not now, at least. Once she discovered and activated it, he would definitely be the first on the place to study it, and then he would decide what he would do to her.

His only worry was whether there were other Divine Territories left in the Mortal Realm.

If yes, he needed to make sure that none of them fell into the wrong hands. He would have loved to find them, but whoever had hidden the Karma threads was a pro and had a far higher mastery than Sol in controlling the Concept of Karma.

This was most likely the work of another ancient god and the proof that they could not be underestimated. Even a pure combat-focused god like Asura had been a pain to deal with, and Sol knew that he could not use Deus and End every time to deal with them. He needed to come up with more countermeasures.

So much stress. Things were happening fast. Many sad things, death, destruction, wars. One would think that the end of the world was fast approaching.

The angels were still dangerous, though much less important on his list of things he needed to be wary about. The dwarves were a nuisance that needed to be taught a lesson.

Gluttony Foss was still unknown, but Sol intended to conquer fast by using Nuwa's legitimacy to the throne. Ideally, Nuwa would soon awaken as a Blessed. A matter he had to discuss with the Goddess of Gluttony.

He wished he could ask Adam to enlighten him a little on the path ahead, but the ancient old man had fallen asleep in the very depths of his soul after overexerting his powers to save Sol.

His last stunt had clearly tired him far too much. His appearance was now extremely faint, and Sol could feel that the time the two of them would part was approaching, and there was sadly not much he could do. This was an inevitability.

In moments like this, the only ray of light was that not all news was bad. The end of the world was still some time away, and currently, he had only one thing he could really look forward to.

For one, the Witches had nearly finished the delimitation of the Air Space.

It was only around the capital for now, but Sol planned to increase the budget and give them unlimited funds so that they could cover the entirety of the country and even more.

This would allow them to stop more tragedies from happening.

The second piece of good news was that Nent and Nefertiti managed to have a good discussion.

While there was some level of resentment, their relationship had never been as problematic as the one between Lilith and Lilin.

Now that Nefertiti had ascended to the King realm, the two of them were essentially equals. Of course, Nent was far stronger than Nefertiti, but with the power of Faith, Nefertiti was not helpless.

The two of them were already preparing more doctrine for his religion and a way to integrate it in the Phoenix Territory and even the witches and Lustburg.

Luxuria and Castitas were his allies and supported his Ascension to Godhood; they would hide whatever was happiest from the other goddesses so that he would not be accused of blasphemy. Giving him the time he needed to build more faith.

They considered Wratharis but discarded the idea as the Goddess of Wrath, while technically, an ally could easily turn on them.

On a third point, Satella seemed to adapt to life in the tower. There was still some distance between her and everyone else, but he was sure that they would become closer with enough time.

Nent and Kiyohime had also met in his dimension, leading to a brief conversation between the estranged lovers of the past. The two of them clearly did not have much to say to each other.

The wounds of yesteryear might not hurt as much, but the scars would never vanish, no matter the time.

Once again, Sol was hopeful. At the very least, Kiyohime did not hate Nent anymore. This was a huge win in his book.

After how Nent treated Kiyohime all those years ago, he would have understood even if Kiyohime swore not to breathe in the same space as Nent.

Finally, the last good news that made Sol smile even through the back-breaking work and stress was none other than his wedding.

Because of all the bad news, he had considered stopping the preparations, but the others made him understand that it was exactly because of all this that they needed this wedding to take place, and that too as fast as possible.

Medea had vanished somewhere, and they refused to tell him where, and he could only wait until the final day to finally see her.

Sitting on his chair and closing the last document he needed to sign for the day, Sol could not help himself feel giddy.

After so many problems that appeared midway, his wedding would happen in two days.

No training. No mock wedding for the test. They would go for the real deal.

Tomorrow, he would go to Arachne to get his suit, and the day after, he would be a married man.

Hopefully, nothing bad happened again. He swore he would exterminate the soul of anyone stupid enough to disturb him on that day.