Son of the Hero King

On the other side of Lustburg, in a clothes store, a manager with Raccoon ears and tail was fidgeting as she looked at the red-haired maid and the floating midget drinking tea.

“Hum…Is it alright to be this calm? The client….vanished…”

She had to give her all to not squeak in terror even as she said this. After all, the fact that the divine beast of the Prince entered her store already made her feel like she was about to faint.

But now said client vanished?

‘Will I lose my head?’

She remembered the prince in his black armor as he destroyed and trampled on all those monsters.

Those images had been keeping her awake for nights since that day and she did not wish to cause problem.

“Don’t worry. She was just reverse summoned, she will come back soon.”

Kali gave a gentle smile at the manager before focusing on herself.

Currently, all her sisters were in Salem to deal with the intricacies of the contract that will bind Salem and Lustburg once again in the future.

As one of the four directions she should have participated but, she simply used the excuse of her punishment to avoid it and come back as soon as possible.

Those old witches from the councils were fighting a losing battle, trying to get even some little benefice in order to keep face.

But they all knew that this was useless.

Sol simply had too many cards and in the grand scheme of things, he simply did not really need the witches.

Unlike Jupiter who would have never succeeded in half of the conquest he did without the witches, Sol had more than enough allies and power to do far more.

The balance in power was so much tilted in his favor that the only reason the witches aren’t simply signing a slave contract was because of Medea and Persephone.

‘Heh. One thousand years ago, Lustburg thrived thanks to Medea's relationship with Jupiter. One thousand years later, it’s the witches' turn to thrive thanks to Medea's relationship with Sol.’

Fate was indeed a funny thing.

Shivering at the view of the maid that was laughing and chuckling to herself, the raccoon girl took a few steps back. Wondering if some mad woman had entered her store.

Thankfully, her pain did not last as three more people appeared in the air before landing.

She immediately recognized her previous client and was about to smile in relief but the view of the two new arrivals made her short-circuit.

“Princess… And…Sir? Your Highness!? Your Majesty? I am sorry! Please don’t execute me?”

She was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

After all, not only did the princess of Lustburg appear, but the new Blessed of Wratharis also appeared.

Though she was beast woman, she had not grown up in Wratharis and like many of her kind, she was born and raised in Lustburg.

Even so, the racial power of the royal family was unconcealable.

Now was the problem.

How should she call her?

Officially, she was Sol’s knight.

By the goddesses decree, she was the crown princess of Wratharis.

But from the point of view of the war, Lustburg would obviously consider her as the true Queen of Wratharis.

Her heart beat like never before. Wondering if she managed to insult the ruler of her race on their first meeting.

‘Ah….Maybe I should just die.’

—-And so she fainted.

“Well…”

Kalin looked at the fainted raccoon before nearly exploding in laughter, “It seems like you three were too much for that girl poor heart.”

Setsuna gave an awkward smile.

Beastkins represented the second largest population in the melting pot that was Lustburg. Hybrids were numerous and for many of them, Lustburg was their true kingdom and country of origin.

Even so, she knew very well, that while not as exaggerated, situations like this would be numerous as long as she stepped out outside of the walls of Babel’s tower.

“You should get used to it.”

Lilin crouched down and poked at the cheek of the fainted girl while she spoke to Setsuna.

“This will become a common occurrence in the future. Why do you think Sol doesn’t get out without a wig and something to hide his identity?”

“Hehe. This is fun. Does it means more people will faint if we brough her out in the street?”

Sheherazade flew and stopped just above the head of the fainted raccoon. She laughed lightly, finding this situation more than interesting.

The only one who seemed quite distraught was Isis who let out a helpless sigh.

“Sorry. I wanted to spend some time with you guys. I should have thought about this.”

“Don’t worry. So. Should we do something about her?”

“Nah don’t worry.”

Kali moved her hand and the girl floated before landing on a large sofa not far away.

“Let her rest for now. Not like we have anything to ask her to do currently.”

She nodded and made a few more move with her hand a few tea set floated up to them.

“You are quite at ease here.”

Lilin commented as she took a seat.

“I was taught to always take things as they come and tea time should not be interrupted.”

Tea was initially the favorite drink of Ambrosia only. But like how children would follow the image of their parents, the four witches had been copying some of her habits all their lives and some of them stuck.

“So. Now that the three princesses are here. I wonder. Are you going to form some kind of alliance?”

Kali grinned as she watched Isis cough. It was quite funny to see the shenanigan of this harem of Sol.

Many of them actually did not like each other and as such factions within had started to form.

This was something Sol could do absolutely nothing about. Outside of completely mind-manipulating all his women.

For Isis, in such an atmosphere, it was clear that she was a little isolated and so searching for allies.

“Well…You aren’t exactly wrong.”

Isis was candid.

If she had to be honest. She did have her own faction. In a way, it could be called the Divine Beast faction +1 titan.

But unlike what she previously thought. The women here were in no way weak. She should have already understood that Sol would not surround himself with low-class women but even the weakest of his harem had something like the power of Glutony in her.

This was pretty absurd. As such, she could not exactly wait for Nent and the other arrival.

The only saving grace was that, while the harem members did not necessarily like each other, there was no hatred nor desire to harm either between them.

It was a pretty tame relationship all things considered.

But…

“I want a friend.”

Beyond simple harem politics. She was happy to see so many people at her level. Outside of Sheherazade, the only one she could call a friend was Sol. You could perhaps add Nefertiti. But the relationship between them was pretty weak.

“So I thought it would be interesting to have a night out between girls without having Sol involved you know.”

Her voice became weaker as she spoke until she fell completely silent.

Sharing a look, both Setsuna and Lilin nodded,

“We will be busy soon. So this might be our last chance to have fun. Let’s do this.”

Isis looked up in surprise and soon a shy smile covered her father.

“Thanks.”

She didn’t know if they would becomee friends after this. But she hoped they would have a good time.