Son of the Hero King

Chapter 753

The day was proving to be quite interesting.

At the moment, Sol was unable to move and act as he wished.

This very morning, a full army of maids with Milia at the helm, kidnapped him and started dolling him up from head to toe, declaring that they would not let him out until he was perfect in all shapes and forms. Struggling was useless.

Their grip was even tighter than that of a boa constrictor. Thankfully, he had no desire to escape from them in the first place.

What followed was a form of torture like nothing he had ever faced in all his life. A spa massage from dozens of scantily clad women, but there was no happy end in sight, only blissful torture. Starting from a long and bubbly hot bath to a relaxing massage, followed by getting his nails and his hair done to perfection. The maids went all out, not even daring to think about any sexy time with him, even though they were dressed fully prepared for that.

While it was a shame in more than one way in his mind, Sol was happy to comply with their duties. Having sex with another woman on his wedding day would be beyond tasteless to say the least. Depending on the person, it would be downright insulting, and in his past life, it was grounds for suing the groom.

One interesting thing to note was that the nail clippers and scissors used were specifically created by Theresa.

Normal ones could hardly do anything to him anymore, and even the one created by Theresa would have failed if he did not intentionally weaken his defenses to such infinitesimal proportions for a time. Even then, the cutter was being strained to its very limits.

Once everything was done, Sol made sure to completely burn all the nails and hair that fell. The chances of someone potentially cursing him with those were close to none; however, as someone who dealt constantly with Fate, Sol knew better than to tempt the devil and undergo a commotion on his very wedding day.

There was also the fact that his bath water was still selling like hot cakes in the Tower. He could not even imagine what they would do with his nails and hair; no, he did not even want to imagine something horrendous like that. Still, he could not help but wonder about the consequences… Would they destroy the whole economic system of the Tower of Babel? Would the first maid to obtain them be equivalent to the first billionaire on earth?

Now he was kinda getting curious about the outcome, if not the process.

More random thoughts flew and settled inside his mind while he expanded his dimension. He was unable to move away from his current preparations, but thankfully, he did not need to move away from the Tower.

Chloe was right. There was no way he would leave the uninvited guests to sneak in quietly inside his territory, like it was their playground for them to play around unimpeded.

Sol was observing everything that was happening in the city. Dividing his attention to observe multiple powerhouses was tiring, but it was something necessary to avoid surprises of any kind. He did not want any, good or bad, on the day of his wedding. There was time for surprises, not today. If someone like Karma could move around here, then nothing stopped other demigods from doing the same.

This is why he immediately noticed when one angel sneaked inside the Capital. He had been alarmed at first as he could feel an aura close to that of a demigod. However, he simply chose to do nothing and observe and scrutinize the invader, as it seemed, at least on the surface, that the angel was not an enemy.

Learning that the angel in question was one of his esteemed guests had been quite irritating. He had been of the mind to simply smite her then and there for the audacity of her act. But held back with extreme patience.

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Chloe's mother, the intruder in question, was named Iris.

Iris Diligentia, Supreme Daughter of Slothein, and once a companion of his father during his adventures.

From what Lilith and Camelia told Sol, after Mars, who was more or less the heart of their team, died, they all separated and went their own ways, never to meet again. Before he happened and made more or less everyone cross paths, Iris was the only one left out,

Anyway, their separation and gradual isolation from each other were inevitable. From the very start, this was an impossible party made up of nearly all the most important individuals on the planet. Having won the war and then promptly losing the man they had loved with all their hearts – bar Camelia, of course – there was little reason for any of them to stick together.

However, they all shared the same goal— avenging Mars and eradicating the Wings of Freedom. That was the pledge all of them had sworn before Mars and Blaze’s graves.

This should have made Iris a close ally.

But the fact that Slothein was preparing for war against Lustburg despite this layer of relationship proved two possibilities.

One. Iris had changed and was no more on their side. It has been nearly 20 years now, after all. While 20 years for long-lived races like angels was like the passing of a thought, it was still a large amount of time when thought collectively from all perspectives. Enough for many things to change and allegiance to switch.

The fact that Iris acted like a ditzy clutz reduced the likelihood of this possibility. From her actions and the Karma thread surrounding her, Iris seemed more like someone genuinely good rather than a sly two-faced bitch that the first possibility made her out to be.

This left only one possibility. The one that, despite Iris’ potential goodwill for Lustburg, she simply did not have enough power to overturn the decisions made by all the other ruling angels.

Sol did not care much which hypothesis was the correct one in this scenario. However, he hoped it was the second. After all, it would be a shame to have to kill a friend of Lilith and Camelia.

Iris aside, the other representatives had already arrived, and he had a perfect visual of all of them thanks to his Inverted World.

As he was now, covering the entirety of the capital with his Dimension was nothing short of extending a thought for him. So easy that it was not even worth mentioning. He could even do it in his sleep, for that matter, and even maintain his dominion even through deep sleep.

His soul was still suffering from the negative effects of using the END, but it was nothing that was unmanageable for the current him. He just had to be careful and not push himself too much for the time being. It was like teetering on the edges, but it was nothing special.

After Iris, the next one he took note of was Shuten Doji. The Oni and the Representative of Wratharis.

Unlike Iris, Shuten Doji followed the proper procedure and entered from the front gate. She was already settled in a special VIP place, highly guarded so that she could wait patiently until the ceremony started.

The representative of the elves was surprisingly the Grand Priest. In a way, he should have come. Satella was currently accompanying him alongside a few guides Sol had sent to help them out.

It was important for the elves to see more about the world, and Lustburg in particular, as they had been extremely isolated for a lot of years in their endless forest. He had a feeling that more and more elves would soon leave the forest and venture into the wider world to extend their limited horizon.

“Milia, a reminder, please. Increase the punishment for slave traders and mercenaries who take commissions to hunt down elves or beastkin. Illegal slave trading will be punished with the death penalty. Nobles who acquire slaves illegally will cause the entire family to fall in one rank, while the direct perpetrators will become crime slaves with no possibility to buy back their freedom.”

Someone who delights in stealing the freedom of helpless people should be ready to lose their own freedom. One could say that it was the perfect punishment. Eye for eye after all.

“Focus on the current moment, your highness.”

“Understood.”

Milia gently reminded him that he should not think of politics now, but what could he do? Politics was quite literally everywhere.

Like this small, dwarven woman who was sneaking into Hermes’ mansion. Though she was wearing a hood, it was impossible to hide her golden hair and blue eyes.

He thought that Iris was crazy enough to come into potential enemy territory alone. But clearly, this one took the cake. Iris could somewhat protect herself after all.

But this one?

Barely in the King's realm. She might be even weaker than the mentally weakened Satella. Which would make her the weakest Supreme Daughter he had ever seen in all the kingdoms.

She must be quite desperate to enter Lustburg and try to find Theresa.

Sol dismissed her from his mind for now. Theresa was now in the King realm herself and more than strong enough to fend for herself, not needing anyone’s protection as she once did. So he would leave it to her.

His full focus was on the last intruder. Someone who stopped at the gate in a very respectful way, but whose aura made it impossible for anyone to dismiss him.

His horns were broken, and his skin was wrinkled. He seemed weak and old enough that he could fall and die on the spot, and yet, he was without a shadow of doubt— a demigod.

The representative of the Demons was proving to be very interesting.