Son of the Hero King

Chapter 751: Long Day

The rising sun ushered in a new day, and with that, it brought about the start of the festivity. Lustburg was on the eve of an event that had never been seen before in all of its relatively short yet long history.

The wedding of a prince— well, that was not exactly anything rare.

However, the prince being wedded to a witch… well,

That was news of such humongous proportions that it could not be stated in words.

A thousand years ago, the First King, Jupiter Luxuria, was nearly tricked by a witch into doing her bidding and bringing chaos to the realm of man and humanity. At least, that was how the story was told to the children to frighten them to sleep, and the history that was being taught in class.

The story of the evil witch who fell madly in love with the prince and gave him a potion to control him, or how she was an evil witch who thirsted for power and tried to obtain the kingdom through manipulating the naive and lovestruck prince, or something along those lines.

After so many years had gone by, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of slightly different versions of the same exact story. However, in all of them, there was only one commonality that rang true, no matter what.

An evil witch,

A poor, helpless prince

And how that poor prince shattered the curse and rose against the witch by sealing her forever in the Tower of Babel.

Some conspiracy theories even added that the death of the King was most likely due to the curse of the witch that she had inflicted on him during her isolation and confinement.

Technically, they were not entirely wrong in their theories and their beliefs. But they had no way of actually knowing that, and no one was about to enlighten them anytime soon.

Because of all the above points, the relationship between the human and the witches had been extremely tense.

It even got worse seven hundred years ago when a Witch and her brother were executed by the paladins for the crime of heresy.

The common people had no way of finding the names of the two who were killed in such a way, but it did nothing but sour the relationship between the two sides even further, leading them to the territory of hostility and hatred, even on the brink of war.

This was why, when the wedding was first announced, more than cheer and happiness, the first thing that plagued the minds of most citizens was worry.

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After all, Sol was still young. While he had proven his valor and power as a Crown Prince and the future king of the realm, there was always the shadow of doubt about his maturity.

This fear was further fueled by the corrupt nobles, hiding, twisting, and manipulating everything from the shadows. Some of those nobles acted due to the weight of tradition, mixed with genuine worry about the prince’s mindset and the peace of the realm. Conservative nobles wished for nothing more than the betterment of the Kingdom and judged that allying with the witches was the wrong move, as it would give them too much power and control over the realm. Given their history, as skewed as it may be, their concern was genuine.

Other nobles had much less altruistic thoughts. They moved mainly because of all the reforms Sol was working on implementing throughout the lands and had already finalized in some cases. Land was not infinite and the more land and noble titles were given to the witches, the less land they would have to govern themselves.

The Crown Shadow found those two groups to be extremely difficult to deal with for the simple reason that, unlike traitorous nobles, they could not simply threaten or execute them.

Well, they could.

However, Sol did not want a Kingdom ruled through fear alone. Fear was a tool that should be used at the right time and place with just the appropriate amount. Not just whenever someone disagreed with you or opposed your wishes.

The saving grace was that, while many doubted and feared the witches for what they were and their history, there were just as many who were intrigued and wished to befriend them.

Thanks to the propaganda Sol had been building up, and the realization that the new super weapon of the Kingdom, the Rangers, had been obtained thanks to the witches, their popularity had been slowly and steadily growing.

In the last few weeks after the war, numerous witches were also seen bringing relief to more unfortunate zones, working on public safety, and helping tirelessly to strengthen the aerial defenses that had always been a weak point for the realm.

When added with the neutral people who simply did not care much about the witches, the Crown Shadow higher-ups were happy to realize that a crushing seventy-five percent of the population were either in favor or neutral about the wedding, while around only twenty-five percent were truly against, and even there most of those twenty-five percent were not vehemently protesting. Only being cautious and wary due to their history, and nothing else.

When she finished reading the report that was given by one of the executives, Milia found herself releasing a breath she had been unknowingly holding. The whitewashing of the witches had been an ongoing work for decades now, which started during Mars’ era and now seemed to be finally reaching its conclusion in Sol’s era, with his wedding to Medea being the final nail in the coffin of this grand and ambitious plan.

Work had been slow in the past, since no matter how much they brought up the possibility of the witches being not as bad as everyone thought them to be, there were simply no good or even bad witches to show and let them familiarize themselves with the motions.

The unknown was sometimes scarier than anything else, and the more mysterious the witches were, the harder it was to disprove the lies against them. The fact that some witches were, in fact, evil and did use their life absorption power on innocent people in the past did not help.

With Salem opening its gates and witches becoming a more common sight, the fear of them naturally decreased to a significant degree. Peasants and commoners alike had more pressing worries, like how to bring food to the table and war, than worrying about such abstract things.

Milia did not have much opinion on the witches as a whole. She was the result of experiments and knew that there was no such thing as an absolutely evil race. Only absolute evil individuals.

The only thing that mattered to her was Sol’s happiness, and she knew that this wedding would make him extremely happy. She wished for this wedding to be blessed by the world, and if that was not possible, she would make sure to curate the invitation list so that no dissidents would appear.

This wedding needed to be PERFECT.

And because of this need for perfection, she felt nothing but revulsion as she looked at the updated list of invitees.

There were only five.

But in her eyes, those fives were nothing but seeds of chaos waiting to bloom at the worst possible moment and destroy the most important day of her beloved prince.

The worst was that those seeds could not even be eliminated, as most of them were technically allies.

Releasing another sigh, she started walking through the large corridors of the tower.

This was going to be a long day, and there was much left for her to do and handle… with her own hands.