The second time Sol opened his eyes, he was struck by a weird feeling of weightlessness before he realized that he was not in Ira’s divine kingdom anymore.
This place was different from the open-air grassland of Luxuria and Castitas. At the same time, it was also different from the Theater that was in Ira Kingdom.
Invidia’s Kingdom was very respectful of the word. After all, he found himself in a throne room. A grandiose one filled with many decorations.
Down below the stair of a huge throne with a woman sitting on it.
The throne room had a certain artistic sense, as on the wall, he could see the drawing of many goddesses, as they were always depicted. without their face. Only pure darkness where their expression should be.
The mural was beautiful but weirdly incomplete. At the bottom, was the picture of the 14 goddesses, a little above was void, as if something had been broken then further above could be seen the picture of what he summarized was Ymir. There were a few more goddesses drawn next to her, but also many placed void of any pictures.
Finally, at the very top was the picture of what he thought were the picture of the Mother of Chaos and the Mother of Order, divided by a huge fracture and stretching their hands toward something.
Sol squinted slightly, feeling like a huge headache was striking him.
“For how long will you continue to ignore me in my Kingdom?”
Sol blinked and after shaking his head, he realized that the mural had changed, depicting only the 14 goddesses alongside the Mother of Order fighting the Mother of Chaos, with Ymir and three more goddesses.
‘What the….’
“Sol Dragona Luxuria.”
Sighing, Sol finally focused once again on the goddess sitting on her throne and looking down at him.
A smile formed on his face, “Dear goddesses, I beg your forgiveness. I was just observing this room and was struck by how grandiose it is.”
Invidia sneered, “You have a slick tongue. But at the very least, you have great taste.”
She scoffed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her chair, a voice filled with pride and haughtiness.
“So, have you come to surrender and admit your guilt?”
‘What in the flying fuck is this crazy woman speaking about?’
Sol was quite bewildered, “Surrender?”
“Obviously. For what reasons other than surrender would you sign a contract with one of my own? You should know that it means I now have a hand on you.”
‘Because I can cut the contract whenever I want.’
Sol really wanted to shout this, but now was not the time to antagonize all the goddesses. They still did not know what he could really do so he had to make sure by the time they realized, it would be too late.
“I do not want to surrender or admit any guilt as I am innocent. I simply signed a contract with one of my beloveds even if she is linked to another goddess because I have nothing to hide.”
Sol spoke calmly. Even though he did not want to antagonize the goddesses, the days when he begged them with all he had were far away from him.
He was still not at the level where he could face them but he did not need to grovel anymore.
“This is why I dislike mortals. Irreverent, prideful, and ready to defy the divine out of some misjudged desire to rise above their places. Cowards who hide their claws and fangs when weak but do not hesitate to jump out when they think they have the advantages.”
Sol knew she was mocking him for the way he was acting now compared to then and for sure he had nothing to say about this,
“Dear goddesses, I believe you are mistaken about something.”
There was one things Sol wanted to say,
“I have never shown disrespect to the goddesses in the past. Is not wishing to grovel a mark of disrespect?”
He asked quietly and looked up at her face with no hesitation. He could feel his mind being struck by a mighty blow and his emotions trying to spiral out of control but he held on.
“All my life, I have always been thankful for the goddesses. Luxuria in particular as she is the one who brought me into this world and in my current position. The beautiful life I am living now is without a doubt the result of her machinations and I will always be eternally grateful.”
He took a step forward, the pressure on his mind becoming even more threatening
“You…Are you out of your mind?”
Invidia was shocked speechless at this bold move. Even though her face was covered by a veil, her very essence was that of the sin of Envy. Looking at her directly like this would make even a saint fall in damnation.
And Indeed, Sol's mind was slowly being corroded, his thoughts were getting complicated.
But at the same time— Perhaps in the whole world, Sol was the one mortal who had the least fear in facing Invidia.
As for why? The reason was quite clear.
Even when the feeling of envy was awakened in him, he found that —- He had no one to envy.
He was born with a diamond spoon and covered in gold. He was supremely talented and he lacked in terms of appearances. All his lovers were crazy about him and his current power level made it so that only a handful of people could actually pose a threat to him.
Even then, it was only a question of time before he would surpass them.
If there was one person he might be slightly envious of in the past, it would have been his father.
But even that was a thing of the past. He ignored the whisper in his mind that was trying to make his doubts as they were worthless.
‘How…’
How was this even possible?
The second time Sol opened his eyes, he was struck by a weird feeling of weightlessness before he realized that he was not in Ira’s divine kingdom anymore.
This place was different from the open-air grassland of Luxuria and Castitas. At the same time, it was also different from the Theater that was in Ira Kingdom.
Invidia’s Kingdom was very respectful of the word. After all, he found himself in a throne room. A grandiose one filled with many decorations.
Down below the stair of a huge throne with a woman sitting on it.
The throne room had a certain artistic sense, as on the wall, he could see the drawing of many goddesses, as they were always depicted. without their face. Only pure darkness where their expression should be.
The mural was beautiful but weirdly incomplete. At the bottom, was the picture of the 14 goddesses, a little above was void, as if something had been broken then further above could be seen the picture of what he summarized was Ymir. There were a few more goddesses drawn next to her, but also many placed void of any pictures.
Finally, at the very top was the picture of what he thought were the picture of the Mother of Chaos and the Mother of Order, divided by a huge fracture and stretching their hands toward something.
Sol squinted slightly, feeling like a huge headache was striking him.
“For how long will you continue to ignore me in my Kingdom?”
Sol blinked and after shaking his head, he realized that the mural had changed, depicting only the 14 goddesses alongside the Mother of Order fighting the Mother of Chaos, with Ymir and three more goddesses.
‘What the….’
“Sol Dragona Luxuria.”
Sighing, Sol finally focused once again on the goddess sitting on her throne and looking down at him.
A smile formed on his face, “Dear goddesses, I beg your forgiveness. I was just observing this room and was struck by how grandiose it is.”
Invidia sneered, “You have a slick tongue. But at the very least, you have great taste.”
She scoffed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her chair, a voice filled with pride and haughtiness.
“So, have you come to surrender and admit your guilt?”
‘What in the flying fuck is this crazy woman speaking about?’
Sol was quite bewildered, “Surrender?”
“Obviously. For what reasons other than surrender would you sign a contract with one of my own? You should know that it means I now have a hand on you.”
‘Because I can cut the contract whenever I want.’
Sol really wanted to shout this, but now was not the time to antagonize all the goddesses. They still did not know what he could really do so he had to make sure by the time they realized, it would be too late.
“I do not want to surrender or admit any guilt as I am innocent. I simply signed a contract with one of my beloveds even if she is linked to another goddess because I have nothing to hide.”
Sol spoke calmly. Even though he did not want to antagonize the goddesses, the days when he begged them with all he had were far away from him.
He was still not at the level where he could face them but he did not need to grovel anymore.
“This is why I dislike mortals. Irreverent, prideful, and ready to defy the divine out of some misjudged desire to rise above their places. Cowards who hide their claws and fangs when weak but do not hesitate to jump out when they think they have the advantages.”
Sol knew she was mocking him for the way he was acting now compared to then and for sure he had nothing to say about this,
“Dear goddesses, I believe you are mistaken about something.”
There was one things Sol wanted to say,
“I have never shown disrespect to the goddesses in the past. Is not wishing to grovel a mark of disrespect?”
He asked quietly and looked up at her face with no hesitation. He could feel his mind being struck by a mighty blow and his emotions trying to spiral out of control but he held on.
“All my life, I have always been thankful for the goddesses. Luxuria in particular as she is the one who brought me into this world and in my current position. The beautiful life I am living now is without a doubt the result of her machinations and I will always be eternally grateful.”
He took a step forward, the pressure on his mind becoming even more threatening
“You…Are you out of your mind?”
Invidia was shocked speechless at this bold move. Even though her face was covered by a veil, her very essence was that of the sin of Envy. Looking at her directly like this would make even a saint fall in damnation.
And Indeed, Sol's mind was slowly being corroded, his thoughts were getting complicated.
But at the same time— Perhaps in the whole world, Sol was the one mortal who had the least fear in facing Invidia.
As for why? The reason was quite clear.
Even when the feeling of envy was awakened in him, he found that —- He had no one to envy.
He was born with a diamond spoon and covered in gold. He was supremely talented and he lacked in terms of appearances. All his lovers were crazy about him and his current power level made it so that only a handful of people could actually pose a threat to him.
Even then, it was only a question of time before he would surpass them.
If there was one person he might be slightly envious of in the past, it would have been his father.
But even that was a thing of the past. He ignored the whisper in his mind that was trying to make his doubts as they were worthless.
‘How…’
How was this even possible?
