547 CH 507: TALES OF THE PAST
Ambrosia's smile showed a certain anticipation as she gazed at Sol and then, slowly drifting back to her daughter, to which she apologized quietly,
“I know this is an important moment for you two. Sadly, I need you to lend me your fiance for a few hours.”
Medea was sad and a little reluctant but she knew her mother well enough to know that whatever she needed Sol for was more important than her jubilation at being engaged.
She took her arm away from Sol and nodded, “I understand. I will go see the council and talk a little about what we should do.”
They couldn’t just open Salem wide in one go and let hundreds of witches fill Lustburg. No matter how Sol wished for the good of the races, hundreds of years of segregation, racism, and the like could not so easily vanish.
Just as Medea was about to leave, she felt her hand being caught by Sol before she was forcibly pulled in his arms.
“Sol—!?”
She was not able to utter more words as her lips were immediately covered by Sol. Her eyes opened wide when she felt his hot lips over her own and she instinctively tried to resist.
But after slowly pulling back, Sol grinned at her. “You don’t need to be ashamed. You know she has seen way worse than this, right?”
It was fine if he didn’t mention it, but the moment he did, both Medea and Ambrosia blushed heavily and looked away, completely speechless.
There was no denying that Ambrosia had observed a scene far more intimate than just a simple kiss.
Even so…Medea tried to bring an argument but there was not much she could say against this.
“Pff... Don’t worry. I am just teasing you.”
Sol chuckled before cupping her pouting face in his hand. “I will come back soon. So prepare yourself.”
The way he grinned and the suggestive light in his eyes left no illusion about what he was trying to say. Medea lowered her head and covered her face with her hat before nodding a little and immediately running away like a rabbit fleeing from a predator.
Watching her like this, it was hard for Sol to think that she was nearly a thousand times his actual age.
‘I guess Age is truly just a number.’
He smirked at his joke inwardly before turning to Ambrosia. Long black hair, a white robe, and a mature body with forms that were to die for. No matter how one looked at it. She looked like a mature version of Medea while being her complete opposite at the same time.
Be it in terms of color scheme, maturity, or physical appearance.
Ambrosia was truly a beautiful woman.
‘Well, Medea is more beautiful in my opinion.’
“You have been staring at my face for some time now. Is there a problem?”
“Hum. Nah. I was just thinking that my fiance was indeed the most beautiful witch.”
Ambrosia could only laugh at how brazen Sol could be and she gave him a signal to follow her. As for the earlier kiss between her daughter and him, all she could feel was happiness at the sight of her daughter’s happiness.
, “You remind me of Anubis. He was the only one who could actually look me in the eyes without problem.”
The two aligned together and started to walk deeper toward Salem. Sol did not ask why they couldn’t simply use his dimension to rush wherever she wanted them to go. It wasn’t like he had many occasions to actually talk with her.
“My father-in-law is a true man after all.”
Sol had nothing but admiration for Anubis. Be it as a fellow reincarnator or simply as a man. He had to admit that he was without a doubt worthy of being a role model.
“I don’t know about him being a true man, but he was certainly a daredevil who feared nothing.”
Ambrosia may have many mixed memories about her time when she was still a beginner witch. But one of the best moments of her life was her adventure with Anubis and Echidna.
“Did you know? Anubis was a slave when he came to this world.”
‘Came to this world, huh.’
It seemed like she knew that he was a reincarnator. He shrugged, intrigued by the story, “I thought he was the son of the Demon King.”
Ambrosia gave him a look but continued her talk. She knew what Sol was, the same with Anubis. She simply didn’t really care. After all, they were born and raised in this world.
“He was the Son of the Demon King. This was why he was the slave.”
She chuckled, “How many wives do you think the Demon King had?”
“Oh…Many I guess?”
“It’s a good guess. More exactly he had Seven Official wives and 500 official concubines. I say official because obviously, he had far more women. In fact, back then, the King officially declared that all the women in the world belonged to him.”
The era of the Demon King was truly a dark era for the world. A time beyond even the creation of the different Kingdom. Outside of Angels who were favored, the demons did not lose to them.
“Anyways. The Demon King, Khan was the one who was the closest to truly becoming the conqueror of the World in our Era. His conquest caused the death of nearly 70 million people throughout the entire world. He was a ruler without pity but at the same time, he had a natural charisma that made people follow him.”
“You admired him.”
“I did. No matter how much of a monster he was. There is no denying that he was a genius and he was strong. He was simply a King. But back then, with no systematic knowledge, he was also a pioneer of the path in the mortal World.”
Ambrosia shook her head, “Anubis was one of the numerous bastard Children, and all the children of Khan born like this were enslaved and sent to the Gladiator arena. There they would fight and train for ten years and only a few would actually survive. You could say that this man was truly horrible, right?”
Sol nodded, not knowing where Ambrosia was trying to with this,
“But do you know what is funny? When Khan started. He did not even want to conquer the world. He was simply a prince of a tribe forced to fight and he was a righteous man.”
Ambrosia stopped and looked at Sol. Their gazes crossed but Sol did not turn away from scrutiny,
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is something Anubis once told me and I agree with him. Power brings changes in mentality and the stronger you grow, the more you change.”
“Are you worried I will become a new Khan?”
“I am. Once you conquer the world, everything will be yours. I have no doubt that you will grow to surpass me and perhaps even Anubis. So tell me. Can you say with 100% assurance that even if you obtain all this power you won’t become a man who can have his children kill each other? After all, you are as Lustful and Promiscuous as Khan if not more.”
Sol grinned, “I have no answer for you. I cannot read the future. Neither can you. So why not simply see for yourself what will happen?”
Ambrosia sighed, “I have bet four times in my life. About whether absolute power is truly corrupted absolutely. I have lost one time and won the second time, finally the third time simply ended in what I believe is a draw. The fourth bet sadly went down before I could even see the result.
“I believe betting for the fifth time will be quite exciting.”
She laughed as she made her decision. Her life had been long and filled with many disappointments but also many beautiful results.
One of her friends becomes a monster obsessed with her goal, while her second friend becomes the guardian of the world even though he is seen as an enemy by everyone.
As for her? She simply became a neutral force, watching the world from afar, neither acting positively or negatively.
The one she had the most expectations of ended up dying before showing his full potential.
“Sol, Asmodeus wishes to talk with you. What do you say?”
“I am in obviously.”
Sol shrugged and followed her into the house they stopped at. He knew he passed some kind of test. But he truly didn’t care.
He had long since stopped caring about what people thought about him and how everyone seemed to want to test him as if they would die if they didn’t.
Now he had a big snake to meet.
547 CH 507: TALES OF THE PAST
Ambrosia's smile showed a certain anticipation as she gazed at Sol and then, slowly drifting back to her daughter, to which she apologized quietly,
“I know this is an important moment for you two. Sadly, I need you to lend me your fiance for a few hours.”
Medea was sad and a little reluctant but she knew her mother well enough to know that whatever she needed Sol for was more important than her jubilation at being engaged.
She took her arm away from Sol and nodded, “I understand. I will go see the council and talk a little about what we should do.”
They couldn’t just open Salem wide in one go and let hundreds of witches fill Lustburg. No matter how Sol wished for the good of the races, hundreds of years of segregation, racism, and the like could not so easily vanish.
Just as Medea was about to leave, she felt her hand being caught by Sol before she was forcibly pulled in his arms.
“Sol—!?”
She was not able to utter more words as her lips were immediately covered by Sol. Her eyes opened wide when she felt his hot lips over her own and she instinctively tried to resist.
But after slowly pulling back, Sol grinned at her. “You don’t need to be ashamed. You know she has seen way worse than this, right?”
It was fine if he didn’t mention it, but the moment he did, both Medea and Ambrosia blushed heavily and looked away, completely speechless.
There was no denying that Ambrosia had observed a scene far more intimate than just a simple kiss.
Even so…Medea tried to bring an argument but there was not much she could say against this.
“Pff... Don’t worry. I am just teasing you.”
Sol chuckled before cupping her pouting face in his hand. “I will come back soon. So prepare yourself.”
The way he grinned and the suggestive light in his eyes left no illusion about what he was trying to say. Medea lowered her head and covered her face with her hat before nodding a little and immediately running away like a rabbit fleeing from a predator.
Watching her like this, it was hard for Sol to think that she was nearly a thousand times his actual age.
‘I guess Age is truly just a number.’
He smirked at his joke inwardly before turning to Ambrosia. Long black hair, a white robe, and a mature body with forms that were to die for. No matter how one looked at it. She looked like a mature version of Medea while being her complete opposite at the same time.
Be it in terms of color scheme, maturity, or physical appearance.
Ambrosia was truly a beautiful woman.
‘Well, Medea is more beautiful in my opinion.’
“You have been staring at my face for some time now. Is there a problem?”
“Hum. Nah. I was just thinking that my fiance was indeed the most beautiful witch.”
Ambrosia could only laugh at how brazen Sol could be and she gave him a signal to follow her. As for the earlier kiss between her daughter and him, all she could feel was happiness at the sight of her daughter’s happiness.
, “You remind me of Anubis. He was the only one who could actually look me in the eyes without problem.”
The two aligned together and started to walk deeper toward Salem. Sol did not ask why they couldn’t simply use his dimension to rush wherever she wanted them to go. It wasn’t like he had many occasions to actually talk with her.
“My father-in-law is a true man after all.”
Sol had nothing but admiration for Anubis. Be it as a fellow reincarnator or simply as a man. He had to admit that he was without a doubt worthy of being a role model.
“I don’t know about him being a true man, but he was certainly a daredevil who feared nothing.”
Ambrosia may have many mixed memories about her time when she was still a beginner witch. But one of the best moments of her life was her adventure with Anubis and Echidna.
“Did you know? Anubis was a slave when he came to this world.”
‘Came to this world, huh.’
It seemed like she knew that he was a reincarnator. He shrugged, intrigued by the story, “I thought he was the son of the Demon King.”
Ambrosia gave him a look but continued her talk. She knew what Sol was, the same with Anubis. She simply didn’t really care. After all, they were born and raised in this world.
“He was the Son of the Demon King. This was why he was the slave.”
She chuckled, “How many wives do you think the Demon King had?”
“Oh…Many I guess?”
“It’s a good guess. More exactly he had Seven Official wives and 500 official concubines. I say official because obviously, he had far more women. In fact, back then, the King officially declared that all the women in the world belonged to him.”
The era of the Demon King was truly a dark era for the world. A time beyond even the creation of the different Kingdom. Outside of Angels who were favored, the demons did not lose to them.
“Anyways. The Demon King, Khan was the one who was the closest to truly becoming the conqueror of the World in our Era. His conquest caused the death of nearly 70 million people throughout the entire world. He was a ruler without pity but at the same time, he had a natural charisma that made people follow him.”
“You admired him.”
“I did. No matter how much of a monster he was. There is no denying that he was a genius and he was strong. He was simply a King. But back then, with no systematic knowledge, he was also a pioneer of the path in the mortal World.”
Ambrosia shook her head, “Anubis was one of the numerous bastard Children, and all the children of Khan born like this were enslaved and sent to the Gladiator arena. There they would fight and train for ten years and only a few would actually survive. You could say that this man was truly horrible, right?”
Sol nodded, not knowing where Ambrosia was trying to with this,
“But do you know what is funny? When Khan started. He did not even want to conquer the world. He was simply a prince of a tribe forced to fight and he was a righteous man.”
Ambrosia stopped and looked at Sol. Their gazes crossed but Sol did not turn away from scrutiny,
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is something Anubis once told me and I agree with him. Power brings changes in mentality and the stronger you grow, the more you change.”
“Are you worried I will become a new Khan?”
“I am. Once you conquer the world, everything will be yours. I have no doubt that you will grow to surpass me and perhaps even Anubis. So tell me. Can you say with 100% assurance that even if you obtain all this power you won’t become a man who can have his children kill each other? After all, you are as Lustful and Promiscuous as Khan if not more.”
Sol grinned, “I have no answer for you. I cannot read the future. Neither can you. So why not simply see for yourself what will happen?”
Ambrosia sighed, “I have bet four times in my life. About whether absolute power is truly corrupted absolutely. I have lost one time and won the second time, finally the third time simply ended in what I believe is a draw. The fourth bet sadly went down before I could even see the result.
“I believe betting for the fifth time will be quite exciting.”
She laughed as she made her decision. Her life had been long and filled with many disappointments but also many beautiful results.
One of her friends becomes a monster obsessed with her goal, while her second friend becomes the guardian of the world even though he is seen as an enemy by everyone.
As for her? She simply became a neutral force, watching the world from afar, neither acting positively or negatively.
The one she had the most expectations of ended up dying before showing his full potential.
“Sol, Asmodeus wishes to talk with you. What do you say?”
“I am in obviously.”
Sol shrugged and followed her into the house they stopped at. He knew he passed some kind of test. But he truly didn’t care.
He had long since stopped caring about what people thought about him and how everyone seemed to want to test him as if they would die if they didn’t.
Now he had a big snake to meet.
