Son of the Hero King

"I will give you two access to one of my lairs. From there you can take any two treasures of your choice."

When Tiamat spoke till this point with that regal voice of hers, Isis and Nefertiti, even more so in her case particularly, were elated beyond words.

It wasn’t because of the treasure to be exact. Isis could obtain all the riches in the world if she so wished for it and despite being lower ranked than Isis, Nefertiti was still a very important figure in the Phoenix realm. She was supposed to be a King ranked phoenix after all, of course she would be an important figure of the realm.

What elated them the most, however, was the fact that Tiamat, a dragon— the dragon empress herself for that matter, was willing to part with some of her treasures just for them. And they were given the choice of choosing whatever they wanted. This was a great show of favor no matter how you looked at it.

In a way, Tiamat was showing that she had wholeheartedly accepted them as being part of her family. That was certainly a great feeling to have. The two young phoenixes both agreed on that part.

“You have chosen some fine women, my beloved grandson. I am pretty happy with them if I say so myself.”

Tiamat offered them a wane smile as she praised both Isis and Nefertiti wholeheartedly. But Sol knew for a fact that the praise she was giving them was neither for their appearance nor for anything along those lines as one may think. This praise was directed towards the influence they were wielding for themselves.

One could even say that…through them and also Nent as a whole, Sol had a nearly unmatched influence in the Phoenix realm itself.

Then when adding Kiyohime into the mix Sol also had a great control over the Dragon realm as well.

Tiamat could see that Sol readily understood the slight meanings behind her praise and couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the brains of her cheeky grandson. It was really funny how, even without his own power that was unprecedented in all realms, Sol had enough influence to overturn worlds without any problem through his women and the subsequent connections alone.

All of this was possible simply by using the power of the women in relationship with him alone. He was a Casanova that all Casanovas could worship as their god.

‘Should I say, as expected of Luxuria’s Blessed? Seems about right…’

She chuckled slightly at that thoroughly amusing thought before shifting her focus on both Nefertiti and Isis.

Truth be told, she cared not for them nor their influence or allegiance in the slightest. The fact that Isis was Anubis’ daughter did not matter in the least in her mind. She just wasn't that sort of person.

The most that she could bring out of this relationship would be if she lent some powers or a hand in need of trouble to Isis and inadvertently make Anubis owe her a debt or two if needed

But when they entered her chambers with Sol, they weren’t introduced as someone's daughter or the relative of a mighty being…rather their only identity was as Sol’s women.

This was a totally different matter altogether.

This was perhaps only the second time Tiamat was able to play the role of a mother-in-law and this time she was dead set on wanting to do it right. She was going to do her all to keep things in the best shape possible.

She would be pretty sad if her indifferent attitude chased her beloved grandson, Sol, away from her.

“So, Sol what do you plan to do later on? A ceremony or some sorts?”

Sol was taken aback by her words and he could suddenly feel two hot gazes latched on his back, searing him with their intensity. It needed no mention as to where those gazes originated from.

He threw a look full of bitterness toward Tiamat for bringing this sensitive issue up at this moment, but he still chose to think about it carefully.

He had never really thought about conducting an official marriage ceremony.

This was a mistake on his part.

But, to his defense, the reason for not thinking about it was simply because he didn’t think a ceremony was particularly important to prove his relationship.

But this was what he was thinking alone. In all his thoughts he had forgotten to include a very important outlook…

What about the girls? What did they want? Were they the same as him in their stance about the ceremony or not?

Sol thought back to those in the mortal realm. He didn’t know for the others, but he was sure that Medea would be ecstatic at the idea of an official ceremony and a marriage.

This would wash away all her shame and redeem her image in the eyes of history. She would also be able to talk proudly about her relationship and wouldn’t have to hide like a criminal anymore.

From the searing hot gazes on his back, he could sense that both Isis and Nefertiti would also be overjoyed at this idea.

But the more he thought about it, the greater his headache developed into a full blown migraine.

Should he marry all of them at the same time or separately?

Where should the marriage happen?

What title would he give them?

So many small and bigs question that needed to be taken into account.

A normal marriage was enough to make a groom go crazy because of all the things he had to take into account.

What about ten or more marriages?

‘Ugh… Is this my retribution for creating a harem?’

Sol wasn’t the only one deep in thought.

Isis didn’t really want a wedding per se. But she would be happy to have one. She knew that Divine Beasts weren’t really into such tradition but she hated how her mother had to live in shame for a long while because of her relationship with Anubis.

She wanted to realize the dream her mother was never able to realize. Get married with the man she loved under the blessing of the many— if possible everyone she loved and cared for.

Meanwhile Nefertiti was simply uneasy. Wondering if she was worthy of receiving such a grace.

In the end, while there were many doubts in his mind, Sol refused to disappoint the two girls behind him as well as the many who would hold the same expectations.

"I will hold a ceremony."

Tiamat kept a smile on her mouth as she looked at Sol's troubled sustenance. Messing around with Sol was really fun after all.

She was beginning to like it. Of course, there was a time for playing around and a time for getting serious.

"Sol, for how long do you plan to stay?"

"I do not know exactly but as soon as I am completely rested and healed, I will visit Tartarus one last time then I will go back to the mortal realm."

"I see…"

Her finger tapped her armrest rhythmically, her mind rapidly spinning some thoughts before she spoke out…

"Firstly, since you are officially a prince of the Dragon race, you should visit the Elf kingdom later. I believe they will be great allies for you."

Sol looked up, "You do know the Elves and Humans are bitter enemies, right?"

Tiamat tilted her head, "I was pretty sure the humans were bitter enemies with all races except angels?"

"Well… Dwarves aren't our enemies either."

"That's because dwarves only care about money. They would sell their own parents for money and many did so throughout history."

Tiamat casually revealed some gruesome secrets whilst she was grumbling under her breath.

She couldn't believe that despite the sin of greed existing, her side was the one with the greatest amount of traitors. It seemed absurd to say the least. But pride had always been the worst of all sins so she didn't voice her complaints about that matter.

"Either way, do not worry. The past grievances between Elves and Humans are only remembered by some old elves and even so…"

Tiamat had a confident expression, "With your current status, it matters not."

"You do know that one of the Wings of Freedom is an elf, right? An elf that hate dragons."

"So?"

"So I am basically hundred percent sure that the moment I set foot in the country of elves the man will appear."

"Oh? Did you foresee this perhaps?"

"I cannot foresee, I follow the thread of destiny. And no I didn't follow the thread to come to this conclusion. I am just used to the fickle bullshit that is my life already."

Fate was fickle and what would be more interesting than the prince of a dragon race fighting against the man who hates dragons?

"Are there any demigods alive in the elf races currently?"

"None currently. Though, I remember there was one who could have become one. Sadly her road was destroyed after a fight."

Sol was suddenly interested, "What happened?"

Tiamat smiled mischievously, "She fought against Ambrosia's daughters and she was utterly crushed."

"Ah…"

"By the way this happened during the Era of your ancestor, Jupiter. When Lustburg was expanding."

"..."

Sol groaned inwardly, "...and I suppose that one is still alive?"

"Hahaha! Not only is she still alive but…she is also the current Queen of the elves. Her name is Satella. Satella Superbia." [1]

Tiamat of course did not remember the name of a failure like this for nothing. She had just been expecting the birth of a new mortal demigod.

So her disappointment was equal to her expectations.

"...Fuck…"

Sol could only curse vehemently.

If before he had any doubts, now there was none.

Without a shred of doubt, some bullshit will happen the moment he sets foot at the country of elves.

He could feel this in his bones down to his very marrow.

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[1]: Read the special chapter: Elves (at the end of vol 6 on WN) for those who forgot or skipped. Yeah no special chapter of mine can be skipped. Those who read will notice I already gave foreshadowing back then.