Son of the Hero King

[Tower of Babel]

After Sol had an enjoyable time with Milia as they once again reaffirmed the feelings they had for each other, Milia basically kicked him out of the office with a gushing red face as she argued that she needed to clean the traces of their shameful act up before Clara or anyone else found out about their situation.

Sol laughed quietly at her cute antics but decided to not trample on her pride and thus did as he was asked.

He took a short bath in order to clean himself off from all the scents that Milia lathered him with along with the carnal fluids and sweat he had piled up during their debauched act. With that done, he walked toward the place where Medea now resided.

It was quite a remote corner of the palace. Sol wished Medea would have shared the same room as his, but she immediately balked at that suggestion and decided to put herself in a situation where no one except for a few maids and her close ones could pass.

No matter what, it was clear through this act that… Even though Medea had trudged out of her prison, she wished to make her contact with people as small as possible.

This was why…

“I don’t want to.”

When those words came out of her mouth after he made his proposal about an adventure together with him and some of his girls to her, he was not surprised by the words of refusal that followed suit from her lips.

“I see… Anyway. Milia has already started preparing some things we might need on our journey through the lands. We will move out tomorrow morning at the latest so prepare yourself.”

“Wait. I said I don’t want to go.”

“I know. But I don’t remember ever saying that you had a choice on this matter.”

He grinned as Medea gave him a sullen look, “I am serious Sol.”

The grin slowly fell off his face as he spoke out in a blunt tone, “So you really don’t want to come out of this enclosed space and have some fun with all of us?”

Medea hesitated slightly at that remark, “It’s not that…”

“Or is it perhaps pertaining to some reason that involves you refusing to leave the capital even though your prison was destroyed?”

“I…”

“Do the words of Jupiter hold more importance for you than mine?”

“No!”

Medea shouted with vehemence and stood up hurriedly to state her front, “This wasn’t what I meant at all. I just… I am sorry.”

She shuffled slightly before finally coming and sitting next to Sol on her bed. Looking at her like this, Sol hugged her shoulders quietly with his arms…

“Medea. I am not someone who can read minds, you know? I am unable to know what your think or anticipate your thoughts.”

Well, technically speaking, he could anticipate her thoughts. But this was another matter altogether and he wasn’t willing to do something like that.

“So, will you tell me?”

“I…” She closed her eyes before speaking her thoughts, “Sol, you know that because of me, the witches mostly hide in Salem, right?”

It wasn’t as if the witches were explicitly forbidden from walking in Lustburg. But the sentiment of the populace was so against them that most witches found no interest in visiting the lands of the humans.

Furthermore, with how powerful witches could be and the fact that they were still technically human, they were not exactly welcomed in other countries.

“I was just thinking… Is it really alright for me to walk outside and have fun while they are all basically imprisoned?”

Witches could easily visit the Astral Realm if they so wished. But that was true only for the powerful witches who could do so safely and secondly, no matter how vast the Astral Realm was, it didn’t change the fact that witches were pariahs in their own countries because of her choices.

She was the greatest sinner of the witches.

Could someone like her really have fun and walk outside with her lover? Just like that? She didn’t believe that she had that right…

“You can.”

“What?”

“I said you can. You are allowed to have fun and to do whatever you want.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because I said you could.”

Sol grinned. His voice sounded utterly arrogant even for him but he knew that what Medea needed at this moment was absolute confidence to push her forward.

“Because of you, the witches were forced to stay in Salem or the Astral Realm. Okay. There is nothing I can do about that. But… Now, you have me.”

He pointed at himself with his hands as he spoke in a confident tone, “Thanks to you, I decided to bring forth a way for the witches to solve the curse. Even if temporarily. You may have once been the greatest sinner, but now you are their greatest savior.”

Medea chuckled at his words, “I don’t think it works like that. But… You are indeed right.”

Medea leaned against the boy. The powerful echoes of his heart beating against his chest brought her great comfort and security.

“I need to take more steps forward.”

Not long ago, she had walked into the capital with Sol on their first date. It had been short but it was very enjoyable and one of her most beautiful memories.

She wanted to create more and more memories with her beloved, wanted to share more important moments with him that would never be forgotten no matter how long she lived.

For all of this, for their shared happiness… This would be a new and very important step.

“When we come back from the adventure and deal with the witches — I will officially name you as a court mage.”

Medea looked up abruptly at that statement, “Are you crazy?”

She couldn’t believe his words. The reputation of the witches was just too bad for that to happen and in the history of Lustburg, her own reputation couldn’t be any lower.

Sol had only recently started getting more power and was able to stabilize his position as the sole owner of the crown. Naming her a court mage would be like intentionally setting a bomb off.

“I am crazy for you.”

“Ugh. Don’t give me those corny lines and be serious for a moment, please. This isn’t a joke.”

“I know and I have never been more serious about it.”

He bent down and kissed her forehead.

“You are many things for me, Medea. Too many things. I will not let your name be tarnished any further.”

His blue eyes locked with her red and gold heterochromatic ones as he wished to convey his strong will and determination to her…

“I want the world to know without a shadow of doubt… that Medea Asmdoeus — The witch of time — is mine and mine alone.”

His words were extremely possessive and Medea felt like she was being sucked into a deep sea with no end.

She could barely hide her shivers and it was with even more fervor that the two of them kissed again.

When they finally separated, Medea chuckled, “My student became really cheeky.”

“Only by becoming cheeky could I break the wall you put between us.”

He caressed her face with his hand, “I still didn’t forget you used time rewind on me many times by the way.”

Medea started to whistle and suddenly found that the stains on the ceiling were really quite interesting. A new revelation for her no doubt.

———

After dealing with Medea, the discussion with Persephone was much easier. She did not hesitate to accept his proposal as she mused that it would remind her of the old times.

He tried to call for Sheherazade and Isis. But Isis refused the offer. She knew that she was yet to be completely integrated into the group of harem mates and while this would be a good occasion to become closer to the other women, she felt like she would be an intruder in this adventure.

“I had you for so long in the Astral Realm. I am sure I can have fun a little without you.”

Hearing her, Sol again realized how lucky he was to have such women around him. He sometimes wondered if he had saved an entire continent or something of the like in his past life.

Of course, in order to share his appreciation for Isis, the two of them went ahead and spent the last night together in the castle before the departure. [1]

[1]: I am hesitating between writing this scene or not. But I think it isn’t exactly necessary now. Perhaps later I will write it in a special chapter. It’s funny how smut isn’t the most important thing in what should have been a smut story.