532 CH 492: WELCOME TO SALEM (1)
Both Ambrosia and Sol were floating in the air, hundreds of meters above the ground.
From where they were, everything looked tiny, and as leaders of their respective organizations, they indeed had the right to look down on the world.
But currently, Ambrosia had no interest in the world. All she wished was to know Sol better as a person and understand him.
After all, he was leaving the future of her children as a whole to him.
"So you do not simply see us as war potential but also happy to work with us?"
"Yep. I mean. I am not a saint. So while I am happy that witches and humans can walk hand in hand once again, what truly makes me happy is that Medea will be freed from her guilt."
It was Medea who, one thousand years ago, became enamored with Jupiter which caused the eventual schism between humanity.
This was one of the reasons why Medea never left the tower even though nothing could stop her from doing so.
How could she appreciate and choose freedom when she was the cause of the lack of freedom of her fellow witches?
More than anything — Medea was ashamed and guilt-ridden. The fact that her naivety brought so much pain to her race was not something she could accept.
"I love Medea. Perhaps more than anyone else. Her happiness is my happiness and her sadness is mine as well."
His cheeks were a little red. Even for someone as outspoken as Sol, this kind of declaration was still slightly embarrassing.
But this made clear that his feelings for Medea were genuine.
" —And yet you do not only have her in your heart."
"That is so."
Harem.
This was a rather complicated thing to think about.
Realistically speaking, what Sol was doing was extremely unfair to his lovers and he understood that.
"Because I am greedy and selfish. I want all of them to be mine and I will never let go."
Sol did not defend his hypocrisy.
This was why, all the more,
"I need to make all of them even more happy."
"You do know that this is nothing but sophistry, right?"
"It's indeed sophistry. But does it matter when I will make it, a reality? A world where all those I love are happy. I will create such a world."
Sol had great ambition. But his ambitions were not about power.
He did not crave power for the sake of power.
Power, like money, was nothing more than a means to an end. Not the end itself.
In the same way, conquering the world and putting the entire mortal realm was a step towards the happiness and security he wished to obtain.
Becoming so strong that no one dares to mess with you. Having so much influence that you can make any wish come true.
"Truly a selfish prince."
Though she said this, there was no bad feeling in her words.
Be it Jupiter then or Sol now, the two of them had the ambition of putting the world under their control.
But the ultimate goal of those two couldn't be any more different.
'I hope you will keep your candid heart until the end.'
She knew very well how ambition could distort even the brightest heart. Her friend, Echidna was proof of this reality.
The discussion became a little too heavy, so Ambrosia decided to ask something else.
“You know now that I think about this — Why do you love Medea?”
“This is a rather random question.”
“I guess it is. But I am just curious. We never had this kind of discussion.”
“Well, we never had much of a discussion.”
He scratched his head. Thinking hard about it.
Why did he love Medea?
Ln the end, he was unable to come up with a clear answer,
“I don’t know when or exactly why I fell in love with her.”
He gave a gentle smile. “I guess you could say it was an accumulation of little things over the years then bam, one day I looked at her and I realized that, Ah…I love this woman.”
Her smile made him happy and her tears gave him a heart-wrenching pain. Even his love could be said to be selfish in a way.
That was all.
“I see…”
Ambrosia smiled as well. “I am glad that my daughter meets someone like you.”
“ —And I am happy I had the luck to meet someone like Medea.”
“Heh…”
“Now it’s my turn to ask something.”
“Oh? Go on?”
Ambrosia was quite curious about what kind of question Sol could have for her.
“Do you not mind flying around with a robe? Isn’t it a little breezy?”
In the end, Sol couldn't help but cough a little. His questions were quite inappropriate now that he thought about it.
Even more so when it was sent towards his mother-in-law.
Ambrosia’s eyes opened wide as if her brain was trying to process the question Sol just gave her.
Then,
“Pfft! Haha!”
She exploded in laughter, “This is…Honestly, you are the third person who ever asked me this.”
When she finally stopped laughing and wiped a tear away, she spoke with clear joy in her tone.
“And the first two were ?”
“Anubis and Kali.”
“Yeah…It’s surprisingly not surprising.”
Few people could be as brazen as Reincartanor. Even more so since this was a question any Otaku must have asked himself at least once in their life while watching sexy women fly and jump in nothing but a skirt or robe.
“Right. Hehe.”
She shook her head, “As for me flying in a skirt, or any witches for that matter we all use a special spell on our robe. So unless a witch wishes to flash you, then you will see nothing.”
Ambrosia answered the true question Sol had been wanting to ask but didn't dare to.
“Ohhhh…”
“Hehe. Any more questions?”
“For now? None.”
“Very well. I guess it’s time for us to go.”
Ambrosia was in a great mood.
This short discussion did not have many serious parts. But this was exactly why she was sure that even if she wasn’t making the best decision, Sol would always be someone they could count on.
The sadness of the past, the betrayal, and the hiding would not happen again.
Not this time.
Thinking so, her smile stretched further as her hand seemingly entered a void in the space.
Woooshh!
Ripple appeared in the air all around them and Sol could feel a suffocating pressure, as if space was protesting and trying to go back to its original form.
“Open Sesame.”
Boom!
The ripple moved out and space ripped open before a door appeared in front of both of them.
The door was majestic. A door on which the picture of a snake eating its tail could be seen.
This reminded him of the door to Medea’s world before the world was destroyed during his fight against Lilith.
“Was Kali the one who thought of this password?”
“Indeed.”
“Thought so.”
Ambrosia laughed again as she pushed the gate wide, leading to complete darkness on the other side of the door.
“Sol Dragona Luxuria. I hereby invite you for an indefinite time in our sanctuary. I hope you will respect our rules and traditions. Are you willing to follow me?”
“I am.”
“Then let’s go.”
Taking Sol's hand in hers, Ambrosia took confident steps and finally entered the Darkness.
.
.
.
For a moment, a feeling of vertigo took over him. He had the impression that he was falling from a very high place and that all directions were wrong.
Darkness prevailed and his senses were confused. This was perhaps the best moment for an ambush.
But Sol did not go in a fighting position. If she wished to kill him, Ambrosia could do so without needing all those preparation.
Finally, they arrived at their destinations and Sol could only open his mouth wide at the sight that spread over the horizon.
To which Ambrosia chuckled as she opened her arms wide,
“Welcome to Salem! The City and Refuge of Witches.”
(AN: finally witches arc. Which means the preparations are slowly coming to an end. After that, it's Elves arc then finally war. I don't know how big
I will make the witch and elves arc. After all, they are very important steps for the World Conquest arc. I am still wondering if I should put all that in one volume or make another volume for this.)
532 CH 492: WELCOME TO SALEM (1)
Both Ambrosia and Sol were floating in the air, hundreds of meters above the ground.
From where they were, everything looked tiny, and as leaders of their respective organizations, they indeed had the right to look down on the world.
But currently, Ambrosia had no interest in the world. All she wished was to know Sol better as a person and understand him.
After all, he was leaving the future of her children as a whole to him.
"So you do not simply see us as war potential but also happy to work with us?"
"Yep. I mean. I am not a saint. So while I am happy that witches and humans can walk hand in hand once again, what truly makes me happy is that Medea will be freed from her guilt."
It was Medea who, one thousand years ago, became enamored with Jupiter which caused the eventual schism between humanity.
This was one of the reasons why Medea never left the tower even though nothing could stop her from doing so.
How could she appreciate and choose freedom when she was the cause of the lack of freedom of her fellow witches?
More than anything — Medea was ashamed and guilt-ridden. The fact that her naivety brought so much pain to her race was not something she could accept.
"I love Medea. Perhaps more than anyone else. Her happiness is my happiness and her sadness is mine as well."
His cheeks were a little red. Even for someone as outspoken as Sol, this kind of declaration was still slightly embarrassing.
But this made clear that his feelings for Medea were genuine.
" —And yet you do not only have her in your heart."
"That is so."
Harem.
This was a rather complicated thing to think about.
Realistically speaking, what Sol was doing was extremely unfair to his lovers and he understood that.
"Because I am greedy and selfish. I want all of them to be mine and I will never let go."
Sol did not defend his hypocrisy.
This was why, all the more,
"I need to make all of them even more happy."
"You do know that this is nothing but sophistry, right?"
"It's indeed sophistry. But does it matter when I will make it, a reality? A world where all those I love are happy. I will create such a world."
Sol had great ambition. But his ambitions were not about power.
He did not crave power for the sake of power.
Power, like money, was nothing more than a means to an end. Not the end itself.
In the same way, conquering the world and putting the entire mortal realm was a step towards the happiness and security he wished to obtain.
Becoming so strong that no one dares to mess with you. Having so much influence that you can make any wish come true.
"Truly a selfish prince."
Though she said this, there was no bad feeling in her words.
Be it Jupiter then or Sol now, the two of them had the ambition of putting the world under their control.
But the ultimate goal of those two couldn't be any more different.
'I hope you will keep your candid heart until the end.'
She knew very well how ambition could distort even the brightest heart. Her friend, Echidna was proof of this reality.
The discussion became a little too heavy, so Ambrosia decided to ask something else.
“You know now that I think about this — Why do you love Medea?”
“This is a rather random question.”
“I guess it is. But I am just curious. We never had this kind of discussion.”
“Well, we never had much of a discussion.”
He scratched his head. Thinking hard about it.
Why did he love Medea?
Ln the end, he was unable to come up with a clear answer,
“I don’t know when or exactly why I fell in love with her.”
He gave a gentle smile. “I guess you could say it was an accumulation of little things over the years then bam, one day I looked at her and I realized that, Ah…I love this woman.”
Her smile made him happy and her tears gave him a heart-wrenching pain. Even his love could be said to be selfish in a way.
That was all.
“I see…”
Ambrosia smiled as well. “I am glad that my daughter meets someone like you.”
“ —And I am happy I had the luck to meet someone like Medea.”
“Heh…”
“Now it’s my turn to ask something.”
“Oh? Go on?”
Ambrosia was quite curious about what kind of question Sol could have for her.
“Do you not mind flying around with a robe? Isn’t it a little breezy?”
In the end, Sol couldn't help but cough a little. His questions were quite inappropriate now that he thought about it.
Even more so when it was sent towards his mother-in-law.
Ambrosia’s eyes opened wide as if her brain was trying to process the question Sol just gave her.
Then,
“Pfft! Haha!”
She exploded in laughter, “This is…Honestly, you are the third person who ever asked me this.”
When she finally stopped laughing and wiped a tear away, she spoke with clear joy in her tone.
“And the first two were ?”
“Anubis and Kali.”
“Yeah…It’s surprisingly not surprising.”
Few people could be as brazen as Reincartanor. Even more so since this was a question any Otaku must have asked himself at least once in their life while watching sexy women fly and jump in nothing but a skirt or robe.
“Right. Hehe.”
She shook her head, “As for me flying in a skirt, or any witches for that matter we all use a special spell on our robe. So unless a witch wishes to flash you, then you will see nothing.”
Ambrosia answered the true question Sol had been wanting to ask but didn't dare to.
“Ohhhh…”
“Hehe. Any more questions?”
“For now? None.”
“Very well. I guess it’s time for us to go.”
Ambrosia was in a great mood.
This short discussion did not have many serious parts. But this was exactly why she was sure that even if she wasn’t making the best decision, Sol would always be someone they could count on.
The sadness of the past, the betrayal, and the hiding would not happen again.
Not this time.
Thinking so, her smile stretched further as her hand seemingly entered a void in the space.
Woooshh!
Ripple appeared in the air all around them and Sol could feel a suffocating pressure, as if space was protesting and trying to go back to its original form.
“Open Sesame.”
Boom!
The ripple moved out and space ripped open before a door appeared in front of both of them.
The door was majestic. A door on which the picture of a snake eating its tail could be seen.
This reminded him of the door to Medea’s world before the world was destroyed during his fight against Lilith.
“Was Kali the one who thought of this password?”
“Indeed.”
“Thought so.”
Ambrosia laughed again as she pushed the gate wide, leading to complete darkness on the other side of the door.
“Sol Dragona Luxuria. I hereby invite you for an indefinite time in our sanctuary. I hope you will respect our rules and traditions. Are you willing to follow me?”
“I am.”
“Then let’s go.”
Taking Sol's hand in hers, Ambrosia took confident steps and finally entered the Darkness.
.
.
.
For a moment, a feeling of vertigo took over him. He had the impression that he was falling from a very high place and that all directions were wrong.
Darkness prevailed and his senses were confused. This was perhaps the best moment for an ambush.
But Sol did not go in a fighting position. If she wished to kill him, Ambrosia could do so without needing all those preparation.
Finally, they arrived at their destinations and Sol could only open his mouth wide at the sight that spread over the horizon.
To which Ambrosia chuckled as she opened her arms wide,
“Welcome to Salem! The City and Refuge of Witches.”
(AN: finally witches arc. Which means the preparations are slowly coming to an end. After that, it's Elves arc then finally war. I don't know how big
I will make the witch and elves arc. After all, they are very important steps for the World Conquest arc. I am still wondering if I should put all that in one volume or make another volume for this.)
