When the training between the two powerhouses ended, Sol wiped his face with a towel while Lilith floated quietly in the sky, her sword beneath her feet.
“You are very strong now, Sol. I believe even as a Duke. Not many people can put you in danger.”
Sol shrugged, “I know. But this is mainly because of how hard I am to kill. I rather not simply be a punching ball.”
Lilith chuckled, “Indeed. While your energy is large and you have many powerful attacks. You lack something. One attack that can end a fight in one hit if the enemy is not careful.”
A ball of energy appeared in her hand. Then she slowly condensed it until it was as sharp as a needle.
Even though the same amount of energy was used, the pressure the needle gave was higher.
“When the power is focused on one point. Even water can become the most lethal weapon.”
“Yep. I am wondering if I should learn sword intent.”
Of course, it wasn’t all. Sol was sure he could focus water and create a very sharp blade. But he knew that past a certain level, physical damage alone was never enough.
“You see. I don’t remember the feeling but…When I fought Nihil. I gave her a wound she couldn’t heal from.”
He mused quietly. This power was something he wanted very much.
Demigods could heal from basically everything. Even from death if it was in the right circumstances, as proven by Sekhmet.
But…The power he wielded then was different.
It was only temporary. But for a moment, he had the feeling that nothing could stand in his way.
“I have to speak with Kali later.”
He wondered if it was the power of destruction. After all, Ymir had been in his sea of consciousness. Perhaps he had used her power unknowingly.
‘I wonder why I didn’t think of that until now.’
He shook his head and watched as Lilith slowly came down.
“I do not know what kind of power you are talking about but I believe this is a good idea. If you can obtain the power of destruction or similar, few will dare stand in your way.”
Lilith was all for Sol growing stronger. She knew very well that for them, the current war was just a step.
Soon they would have to fight for far more and then the angels would stand in their ways.
'I wonder how she is doing.'
Speaking of Angels, Lilith couldn't help but think of her old friend.
The mother of Chloe and someone who was once part of their group.
She was now the supreme daughter of Slothein.
"Do you think you should talk more to that girl, Chloe? What about using your charms and putting her on our side like you did with Pandora? This would make things far easier for the future."
Sol gave a bitter smile, wondering just how Lilin was seeing him.
"I am not a Gigolo, you know?"
"...You aren't?"
Lilith looked at him with a shocked expression as if Sol had revealed that their planet was flat rather than round.
Only to start laughing a few moments later.
"Sorry. You indeed are not. But let's be honest. At the rate things are going, there is a higher chance of us conquering the world through your charm than through war."
"Well. What can I say? Better to make love than to make war."
He clenched his fist a little. The angels were not his priorities right now but sooner or later he would have to deal with them.
Those guys were veiled in so many mysteries that it was making him imagine many bad scenarios.
But at the very least, there was no denying that they were extremely dangerous even for him.
—At least for the current him.
"I need to become a King."
"If anyone else spoke about becoming a King a few weeks after becoming a Duke, I would laugh at their face. But for you…It might be possible."
Lilith had seen the kind of miracles Sol could accomplish.
Compared to what he did with her body — Becoming a King didn't seem so hard.
"But before that, you should make sure to strengthen your base. A solid foundation will allow the creation of a tall and sturdy tower."
"Tell me the truth…You are doing this intentionally, right?"
There was no way she wasn't putting all those innuendo in her words intentionally.
All the answer he received was a grin,
"Guess."
Sol was speechless.
Truly the new Lilith was someone very interesting to talk to.
"Anyway, we rested enough. A second session?"
"I would love to but sadly, duty call."
"Oh? Anything interesting?"
"Yeah. Theresa said she had a surprise for me."
Lilith raised an eyebrow.
The last time Theresa said she had a surprise in store, she created the embryo of a divine weapon.
"Can I follow?"
He shrugged at her question.
"You are the queen. You can do what you want."
"Well… I won't be the queen for long. Your coronation is approaching after all."
A smile filled with pride and confidence flashed on Sol's face.
"I will become King after I conquer Wratharis."
It would be a glorious day when he would stand on the throne.
For now though,
"Currently, I am just a prince and a Duke."
Sol chuckled. Becoming a King officially would restrict him too much during the war.
But nothing stopped a prince from going on the front line from the start and wreaking havoc.
Another thing was…Wouldn't it be more interesting to sit on the throne and become a King of Lustburg while also being a King-ranked fighter?
Sol likes the poetic situation.
"Well. All this is for the future. Let's go."
Sol was impatient to see the results of Theresa's research.
He was already sure he could win against Wratharis as things stood.
But…
Hope for the best— Prepare for the worst.
He would rather be over-prepared than not enough if things went south.
'Ugh…I feel like I raised a flag.'
Hopefully, it was just his imagination.
But just in case it seemed like he would have to double the preparation.
When the training between the two powerhouses ended, Sol wiped his face with a towel while Lilith floated quietly in the sky, her sword beneath her feet.
“You are very strong now, Sol. I believe even as a Duke. Not many people can put you in danger.”
Sol shrugged, “I know. But this is mainly because of how hard I am to kill. I rather not simply be a punching ball.”
Lilith chuckled, “Indeed. While your energy is large and you have many powerful attacks. You lack something. One attack that can end a fight in one hit if the enemy is not careful.”
A ball of energy appeared in her hand. Then she slowly condensed it until it was as sharp as a needle.
Even though the same amount of energy was used, the pressure the needle gave was higher.
“When the power is focused on one point. Even water can become the most lethal weapon.”
“Yep. I am wondering if I should learn sword intent.”
Of course, it wasn’t all. Sol was sure he could focus water and create a very sharp blade. But he knew that past a certain level, physical damage alone was never enough.
“You see. I don’t remember the feeling but…When I fought Nihil. I gave her a wound she couldn’t heal from.”
He mused quietly. This power was something he wanted very much.
Demigods could heal from basically everything. Even from death if it was in the right circumstances, as proven by Sekhmet.
But…The power he wielded then was different.
It was only temporary. But for a moment, he had the feeling that nothing could stand in his way.
“I have to speak with Kali later.”
He wondered if it was the power of destruction. After all, Ymir had been in his sea of consciousness. Perhaps he had used her power unknowingly.
‘I wonder why I didn’t think of that until now.’
He shook his head and watched as Lilith slowly came down.
“I do not know what kind of power you are talking about but I believe this is a good idea. If you can obtain the power of destruction or similar, few will dare stand in your way.”
Lilith was all for Sol growing stronger. She knew very well that for them, the current war was just a step.
Soon they would have to fight for far more and then the angels would stand in their ways.
'I wonder how she is doing.'
Speaking of Angels, Lilith couldn't help but think of her old friend.
The mother of Chloe and someone who was once part of their group.
She was now the supreme daughter of Slothein.
"Do you think you should talk more to that girl, Chloe? What about using your charms and putting her on our side like you did with Pandora? This would make things far easier for the future."
Sol gave a bitter smile, wondering just how Lilin was seeing him.
"I am not a Gigolo, you know?"
"...You aren't?"
Lilith looked at him with a shocked expression as if Sol had revealed that their planet was flat rather than round.
Only to start laughing a few moments later.
"Sorry. You indeed are not. But let's be honest. At the rate things are going, there is a higher chance of us conquering the world through your charm than through war."
"Well. What can I say? Better to make love than to make war."
He clenched his fist a little. The angels were not his priorities right now but sooner or later he would have to deal with them.
Those guys were veiled in so many mysteries that it was making him imagine many bad scenarios.
But at the very least, there was no denying that they were extremely dangerous even for him.
—At least for the current him.
"I need to become a King."
"If anyone else spoke about becoming a King a few weeks after becoming a Duke, I would laugh at their face. But for you…It might be possible."
Lilith had seen the kind of miracles Sol could accomplish.
Compared to what he did with her body — Becoming a King didn't seem so hard.
"But before that, you should make sure to strengthen your base. A solid foundation will allow the creation of a tall and sturdy tower."
"Tell me the truth…You are doing this intentionally, right?"
There was no way she wasn't putting all those innuendo in her words intentionally.
All the answer he received was a grin,
"Guess."
Sol was speechless.
Truly the new Lilith was someone very interesting to talk to.
"Anyway, we rested enough. A second session?"
"I would love to but sadly, duty call."
"Oh? Anything interesting?"
"Yeah. Theresa said she had a surprise for me."
Lilith raised an eyebrow.
The last time Theresa said she had a surprise in store, she created the embryo of a divine weapon.
"Can I follow?"
He shrugged at her question.
"You are the queen. You can do what you want."
"Well… I won't be the queen for long. Your coronation is approaching after all."
A smile filled with pride and confidence flashed on Sol's face.
"I will become King after I conquer Wratharis."
It would be a glorious day when he would stand on the throne.
For now though,
"Currently, I am just a prince and a Duke."
Sol chuckled. Becoming a King officially would restrict him too much during the war.
But nothing stopped a prince from going on the front line from the start and wreaking havoc.
Another thing was…Wouldn't it be more interesting to sit on the throne and become a King of Lustburg while also being a King-ranked fighter?
Sol likes the poetic situation.
"Well. All this is for the future. Let's go."
Sol was impatient to see the results of Theresa's research.
He was already sure he could win against Wratharis as things stood.
But…
Hope for the best— Prepare for the worst.
He would rather be over-prepared than not enough if things went south.
'Ugh…I feel like I raised a flag.'
Hopefully, it was just his imagination.
But just in case it seemed like he would have to double the preparation.
