Son of the Hero King

Chapter 743

When Sol entered Arachne’s workshop, the first thing he noticed was neither the clothes she was working on nor the mess the room was in. But rather, the noticeable lack of paintings or sculptures of his father in his room.

Sure, there was still the giant painting of Mars on the wall. But the other ones were noticeably absent.

“I sent my collection to a museum in Mars’ name,” Arachne answered before Sol even had the time to ask anything.

She did not bother to greet him or stand to face him. With her back to Sol, her attention was solely on the completion of the clothing in front of her.

“I am surprised. I still vividly remember the first time I visited this place.”

“You mean to say how I was a crazy and obsessed woman who briefly contemplated selling my soul and your core to Chaos to bring back to life a man who never loved me?”

“Well…” Sol coughed awkwardly at the bluntness with which she mentioned her dark past, “I would have used more tactful words, but pretty much yeah.”

“I have not changed much. I simply wish for Mars' memories to be forever etched into the world.” She gently caressed the wedding suit.

It was a black suit.

However, it was by no means an ordinary black. The fabric came from Starshade Silk, gathered from Astral Spiders that wove their webs in dimensional rifts. Durable, light, and responsive to mana, it gave the suit a subtle shimmer, like starlight caught in motion. She obtained these materials from some of the witches who frequently explored the astral world.

The seams were stitched with true golden thread, not decorative but refined from the molten blood of a Golden Dragon. Each line was precise and reinforced with runes designed to enhance mana flow and support long-term enchantment stability. The phoenix— going by the name Nent, had offered the material to her. She said it came from a dragon named Fafnir. Using it had been hard, but thanks to Theresa, they were able to temper the material.

At the center of the chest, a small emblem was embedded: a snake biting its own tail. The Ouroboros. Forged from Old Silver, a material that could only be found in the mines of Envilya. She received it from Pandora. It was just one lingot, but it was more than enough for what she wanted to do.

Inside, the lining was made using some of the leaves of the World Tree. A gift from the Elven Queen. It was a last-minute addition, but it was material too good to pass.

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Soft, flexible, and resistant to time and degradation. It would never tear, fade, or burn. The material adjusted to body temperature and pressure and would keep Sol comfortable no matter the environment.

Underneath, different runes could be seen etched into the linings. Those runes were created by Medea herself, making sure that the suit would always repair itself no matter what it went through, as long as Sol gave it enough mana. While the one to write the runes was Medea, the one who inscribed them was Kali. After all, they could not exactly let Medea see Sol’s suit before the wedding date.

On the pocket, a small red phoenix was added. This one was created by mixing water from the Fountain of Youth with a drop of blood from all the women who had a special relationship with him.

The phoenix was slightly bigger than she initially intended. But there was far more blood than she thought there would be.

Truly, a man worthy of the title of King of Lust.

The cloak of the suit was the final piece.

It was crafted from Midnight Wyvern hide, tanned, and refined over several months. The leather came from a rare breed of wyvern that only flew under new moons; its hide was naturally resistant to elemental damage and laced with mana-reactive properties. It retained a subtle sheen, dark but with hints of deep violet when caught in the light.

In terms of pure monetary value, this suit was enough to buy all kingdoms and more. Its value was simply beyond petty coin and entered the realm of a legendary artifact.

Even the strongest armor would boast a lesser defensive power.

The wedding dress she created for Medea was exceptional as well, but this suit here was her Magnum Opus. The possibility of creating another masterpiece like this was so small it bordered on the impossible.

“Is this…?” Sol asked with bated breath. He could even feel the aura of a Phoenix on it.

In fact… not just a Phoenix.

“I have taken a little of all those close to you. They all wished to help. Blood, fur, or even feathers. Without counting the additional rare materials that were used, I can say without the slightest hesitation that we have the most expensive suit ever created in front of us.”

Sol whistled in admiration as he approached to inspect the suit. Arachne truly went above and beyond. While he might not have an eye for art, the power this one radiated was already enough for him to acknowledge it as something close to a divine weapon.

In fact, calling it the embryo of a divine weapon would not be wrong. His eyes twitched in disbelief when he realized the truth of the suit.

First, Theresa, and now you? He looked at Arachne from the corner of her eye. Because of Theresa, he sometimes forgot. However, Arachne was a woman whose talent for art was acknowledged by all the goddesses without question.

Had she not failed to ascend because of her obsession with Mars, she might have become the third King rank in Lustburg after Lilith and Camelia.

Now the same woman poured all her heart into this creation, and this too by mixing the blood of divine beasts, blessed, and all kinds of rare material.

A part of him was already thinking about all the things he could potentially do with this suit. This was the cold and calculating part of his heart.

However, a more profound part was stirred as a result.

“Thank you.” He said. His eyes softened as he gazed deeply at the suit. Its seamless form lay bare how much work, sweat, and blood were invested in its creation.

His relationship with Arachne Milaris had always been extremely complicated, to say in simple terms. There was a distance that the two of them chose intentionally not to cross. But now, Sol realized that the distance was meaningless.

The two of them might not be friends or related by blood. However, in this very moment, he could truly see her as family. Someone he could fight for and protect with all his heart. Not just a subordinate.

“You do not have to thank me. It wouldn’t have been possible without everyone else's help. Just make sure this is the best wedding I have yet to witness.” Arachne felt the shift in atmosphere and how Sol perceived her. Yet this changed nothing for her. She had never acted for recognition. Only for her own pure and selfish desires.

“I will.” Sol declared. He would also make sure to fill this suit with the right concept to fully awaken it as a mighty divine weapon.

However, that was a story for another time.