Son of the Hero King

After his discussion with Isis and Sheherazade on that night, the relationship between the two could be said to have made a breakthrough. At least now, the two of them could be considered as friends.

But Sol wasn't satisfied in settling with the status quo. There were no contract types related to friendship after all.

No matter how much he analyzed, the best contract types for the long term were Sloth, Gluttony, Pride, and of course Lust.

As for Greed, Envy, and Wrath, those contracts could bring good benefits for a short term but they weren't sustainable.

At the end of the day, as a human under Luxuria and with Isis being a Phoenix under Chastity. The Lust contract was the best for them.

The second best was the Pride type.

The first one required a feeling of love, while the second one required a feeling of subservience.

This was why, during the following week, Sol used all his skills in making Isis fall for him.

Of course, he didn't put all his eggs in one basket.

For obvious reasons, Nefertiti had also begun to act closer to him. She would regularly try to pass some time with him and the two of them would discuss for hours.

Compared to Isis, Nefertiti was not only more beautiful but also had a more serious personality. A personality that reminded him of his lovers back in the mortal realm.

Like this, time slowly crawled and the deadline of one month, which would translate to 4 days and half in the mortal realm, was coming closer.

If it wasn't for the problem with Lilith's health, he would have been happy to stay a little longer and develop the relationship in a more controlled way.

But complaining was useless.

During those days, Sol didn't just spend his time chasing after flowers.

Over the days, he had managed to get a better grasp of his newfound power. He could now completely hide his horns and his reptilian eyes if he wished to, thereby going back to his previous appearance.

But he never did so. This new appearance was the result of him accepting his dragon side and he felt like he would be rejecting it if he went back to his previous appearance. Of course, when he went to sleep, he generally retracted the horns. Those things were a pain.

There was also the way the servants and even the Phoenixes looked at him when he got those changes.

Clearly, his new form was more pleasing to the eyes of the spirit race and the divine beasts.

He had once asked why that was the case, wondering if it was some weird fetish. After all, from what he knew spirit and divine beasts had the same sense of beauty as humans. Otherwise, copulation between them wouldn't be possible.

But from what he had gathered, it was more a question of presence than of appearance.

The flow of mana and the aura he emanated in his normal form when compared to the one with horns was completely different.

If as a human for them he was a 9/10 in terms of appearance, then, after getting those horns, his charms broke through the roof and reached an astonishing 20/10.

Whoosh!

Feeling the cold winds in his hair, Sol looked down and admired the scenery of the desert during the night.

Currently, he was flying at a relatively relaxed speed.

Even now, the feeling of flying in the sky and looking down on the earth was something he had hard time describing.

When he turned around and looked at the dark sky filled with moons, he once again remembered how tiny he was in this vast world.

'I wonder how the girls are doing back home.'

After all, it had already been nearly three weeks since he left his home. For as long as he could remember, he had never even spent a day without them near his side.

Thinking about them, the joy that had previously filled his heart was replaced by a weird feeling of emptiness and loneliness.

I want to see them. I want to hold them. That was all he could think of at the moment.

Blankly floating in the sky, his eyes recovered their luster as he turned around.

"Who is there?"

"Heh, you are pretty sharp."

Sol's eyes couldn't help but constrict. After all, just about ten meters away from him, was—Nent in all her glory.

'How?'

He may have been distracted because of his reminiscence, but it was still incredible how she managed to appear so close to him.

Even for him, a distance of ten meters was completely negligible, much less for a powerful king-ranked individual.

Thinking so, he gave a depressed laugh at her words,

"Are you mocking me?"

Nent showed a gentle smile, "I am not. Few Dukes can even feel me coming close if I don't wish them to, let alone someone who isn't even at the Duke level."

Sol shook his head.

"What others can or cannot do is their own problem. All that matters is what I can do."

He spoke quietly but with clear confidence in his words.

All his life he had been compared to his father, Mars.

Though he did not care all that much, being constantly reminded how much you lacked, compared to an individual X, was not a feeling he enjoyed.

It was only recently that he understood that such a feeling of inferiority was nothing more than a waste of time.

All he should care about wasn't surpassing some dead guy, but rather rising above his previous self.

Of course, if after countless experiences he surpassed the level of his father, then he wouldn't complain.

Nent was a little surprised at his words. Following this, the smile on her face became a little more genuine.

“You truly are an interesting child.”

Sol shrugged at her compliment.

“Excuse me for my rudeness, but to what do I owe your visit at this time of the night?”

Even as he spoke, he still put his guard up. He knew that at his current level, fighting a King was just a pipe dream, he didn’t want to provoke one.

“I wish to invite you to my palace. I think it’s time to discuss a little about the future and of course, the past.”

“The future and the past...?”

“Indeed” Her lips curled up, “Did you ever wonder why no king of Lustburg ever managed to live for too long?”

Sol’s expression did not change, but inwardly, he had to admit that she did manage to catch his interest.

While not all previous rulers of Lusturg managed to reach the King rank, people at their level should be able to live easily one or two hundred years. But, in less than a thousand years, the 9th ruler, him, was already being prepared to ascend to the throne.

He was quite curious as to whether it was a coincidence or not. But that was all. Just as he was about to express his refusal-

“Are you interested in knowing what Blessed truly are?”

‘Will I finally be able to get some answer about the secret of this world?’

“You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention.”