Son of the Hero King

Chapter 750: Karma

After Sol managed to convince the three Mortal Demigods, he found himself walking aimlessly through the long and wide corridors of the Tower of Babel.

For the first time in a long while, Sol found himself wondering what he should do now.

Everyone was busy with their own work, striving to efficiently finish their tasks. Even the maids who would usually take their time to frolic with him whenever they met were now working tirelessly to make preparations for his wedding. As for his women, they were either busy trying on new robes and dresses, busy to make themselves look presentable for his wedding, or were busy solving their own set of problems— big and small.

And so he found himself in his present state, all alone, wandering through his own home, the endlessly large Tower, with no one to accompany him for once. He soon mused and realized that it was also the first time that no one was keeping an eye on him or observing him in the Tower. Usually, he would be in the sights of one of the witches, Medea especially, or one of his women, but now there was no one, no eyes watching, no ears listening.

By the time he stopped himself, Sol realized that his feet had taken him to a rather special hallway. One where the portraits of all the previous Kings and Queens of Lustburg were placed in grand frames, exuding the aura of majesty that they deserved.

From the first King Jupiter to the very last before Sol… Mars— his father, the hero king.

While they all shared similar Blonde hair and Blue eyes, there were enough small differences in their traits that no one would mistake one for the other.

Glancing at Jupiter's portrait, Sol found himself thinking about Medea and her relationship with this very ancestor of his.

One thousand years ago, when both were nothing but young teens, Jupiter had managed to seduce Medea, manipulating her thoroughly to do his bidding.

It was hard to condemn his actions as purely negative. Lustburg did not exist properly in those times, and humanity’s only identity was being the slave of the elves. Oppressed to their very deaths.

From the perspective of the humans, Jupiter's choices and actions brought a new era— an era of freedom and identity. One where all humans were born free and did not have to fear extermination and enslavement.

His actions may have been distasteful, but he also nearly succeeded in leading humanity to true hegemony over the entire mortal world.

Had he not made the mistake of letting his arrogance cloud his judgment, the world as Sol knew it would have been very much different than what it was now.

Even then, all of Sol's current advantages and birthright were obtained thanks to Jupiter.

“As much as I hate you, I suppose I should give you some thanks.”

A glass of wine materialized in his hand, and he lifted it high, offering his respects for his ancestor.

“Thank you for creating Lustburg and thank you for being stupid enough to lose a woman like Medea.”

He drank everything in one gulp and made the glass vanish as it had appeared.

Indeed, he was thankful to him, from the very bottom of his heart. And now, he was about to mend Jupiter’s greatest mistake and seize the ultimate glory.

His thoughts drifted once again to Medea— the Witch of Time, his beloved.

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The relationship between them was not one filled with hardship and misunderstanding. While Medea had been trying to keep him away from her romantically out of self-deprecation, she rarely, if ever, truly rejected him.

It was a slow, simple, and extremely cozy romance. One born from love at first glance on his side, then gradual growth that had been nurtured by everyday life.

The day Medea accepted his advances and shared her love with him was perhaps one of the most beautiful days of his life, one he would never forget. And soon, he would show his love for her to the whole world.

Medea was not the only one he loved, nor would she be the only one he would marry.

However, she was and would always be the first. His first.

His first love.

His first confession.

Not his first time.

But definitely his first wife.

Shouldn't I have a bachelor party or something?

He idly wondered once again as he phased through the wall of the room and stepped outside.

The cool air rushed to him as he phased out into the open, causing his hair to flare and undulate in the wind. All forms of sounds invaded his ears, all of joy and laughter, and he bathed in the festive atmosphere.

A bachelor party would need some friends to organize it for him. Sadly, the only male friend he had was Ares Highland, Athena's brother. But the two of them had quite the complicated relationship.

Hovering above, Sol looked up at the round moon in the sky before mumbling to himself,

“I wish the day would come sooner.”

Raising his hand, he briefly wondered if he could manipulate the time of the entire Mortal Realm and accelerate it just so the day could come sooner and he could finally attend his long-awaited wedding.

Sadly, it was still beyond him. As such, all he could do was wait, like all the beings bound by the realm.

Wait for the day when he would finally be able to obtain the hand of his beloved.

Sleep eluded him, and so all he could do was meditate and let time fly, peacefully, quietly.

“Go back. I do not care what you have to say. I am sure it can wait until the day after tomorrow.”

No sooner did Sol's voice cease that the air started to shimmer, space began to distort and writhe.

Sol did not even spare a glance at the spatial distortion happening before him, continuing to meditate.

“Do not make me repeat myself. This will be your last warning. I do not care who or what you are. Reincarnated god or whimsical angel. Since you can manipulate Karma, you should be able to anticipate what I will do to you if you don’t heed my warnings and insist on being insolent.”

Sol's voice betrayed no emotions even as he harshly rebuked the entity and gave his stern warning.

“Hehehe….” A small boyish laugh escaped from the ripples from beyond the distortion. “I guess it was gauche of me to seek you on the eve of your wedding. We do not have to meet, and I am not such a brazen person that I would actually set foot in a place filled with so many dangerous people. I am quite the coward after all.”

The voice stopped for an instant before speaking once more in that annoying boyish voice, “10 minutes. Give me 10 minutes.”

Sol frowned.

“You are the one who stopped me from finding the fox.”

“I am. You can call me Karma.”

“Hum… You have five minutes.”

Sol did not want to care. He felt like the closer the wedding was, the more distractions appeared and gave him greater headaches.

This time, even if the goddesses themselves came, he would not push back the date.

“I can see that I am not welcome. Take this as a small sign of my friendship.”

Something flew out of the ripple in space and landed perfectly in Sol's hand. Sol did not have to look at it to understand what it was.

A map. More precisely— A map of the Astral Realm.

The map was very detailed. Not only showing the relative position of the Fourteen Divine Beasts’ Territories, but also the territory of different Demigods hidden in the abyss.

He had seen similar maps from the Witches who came back from exploring the Astral Realm.

However, the map in his hand was on a whole different level than anything he had ever laid his eyes on. The details on this thing were no joke; it was the real deal.

On the map, a small black dot could be seen moving.

“This is her location.”

“You sold your comrade out?”

“Comrade? Hah.” A harsh cackle escaped his lips, like the grating of metal against metal. “Remember this. I care only for my survival. For that goal, I will even bark like a dog and sell even my siblings. I am a despicable man who knows nothing of honor, and yet I feel no shame. That is who I am.”

The voice started to fade.

“I do not wish to make an enemy out of you. Nor do I wish to fight against my brother, who dreams of grandeur that is so out of his reach. I will stay as nothing but a bystander.”

“How can I know that this is not a trap?”

“Well… That is for you to find out. Hahah!”

On those last words, the ripples in space completely vanished.

Sol did not even bother trying to find him.

He simply looked down at the map before throwing it in his dimension.

Nothing would distract him from his upcoming wedding.

Absolutely nothing!

And so, he waited in the sky, eyes closed in meditation, until a hint of sunlight started appearing in the sky.

Today was a new day.

The day of his wedding.