SON OF THE HERO KING

In her case though it was literally impossible.

Despite this, Ambrosia was not really interested in breaking the curse for herself.

In her time of need, Asmodeus gave her a contract and he had been candid. Hiding nothing about the price she would have to pay.

She had no intention of betraying him.

The same should go for the other witches but…Should they get at least the option of getting out,?

Freya wasn’t the only one feeling dejected. Kali looked down at her maid clothes as she pondered with a slight loss expression.

She had nearly betrayed her sisters and took the dangerous path of joining the Wing of Freedom all of this so that she could find a way to break the curse.

But this…What the hell was this?

‘Haha. I guess there is a really a difference even between reincarnated.’

Even after reincarnating, Kali had never seen herself as the protagonist of the world. Even though she had been quite talented as a witch, she feared what would happen if she was noticed.

Despite her power, she was not particularly arrogant for she understood how small she was in this world.

She knew very well that the true protagonist were those who could do the impossible. People like Sol.

But still, it was quite shocking to see this difference.

“Hum…What is exactly the curse in question?”

Ambrosia was brought out of her reverie by Isis’s voice. Had it been anyone else, she would have ignored them. But since she was facing her old friend daughter she did not become irritated.

“Curse of Love, Curse of Luck, Curse of Birth. This is how we call them but they basically all function the same way.”

She then proceeded to explain the situation as best as she could. Doing so gave her the time necessary to organize her idea.

“Sol here, thanks to being a Chaos dragon possess a high resistance against all type of magic. Curse included. So he was able to enter into a relationship with my daughters.”

Isis opened her mouth wides, “All of them?”

“Hey, don’t add me in the mix. I am not interested in him.”

Kali was pretty blunt. Sol may be handsome and possess many qualities but what did it matter to her?

“As for me, I got rejected. Though I am not giving up.”

Freya had been rejected when she wished to make babies with Sol. She had been rejected then but she was tenacious.

“Please. Could we just focus on important matters?

Sol chuckled as Medea whined. “Currently, I have two ways. One permanent and one less but I am sure you will love it.”

He took a moved his hand as a ring appeared, “When I was in the dragon territory, I managed to learn a new skill, to imbue some power of my dimension in accessory.”

This was the skill Tiamat stole and taught him, “With just that one ring, If I add some of my power with the specific command, I can make it so the energy stolen will be immediately sent back to the one being stolen from.”

They all looked at this with delight evident on their faces. It was like a hypnotizing device.

“This will allow witches to have as many relationships as they wish without fearing killing their lovers. For now, it’s impossible to change the situation with the inability to have children. But as I create more I will become better.

“Does it works?”

“Ask Medea.”

Sol grinned, not willing to explain more.

“What about the more extreme decision?”

“This is simple. Just that you will have to forsake your power and have a chance of dying if all the years suddenly crash down on you. For this, I would need a living witch willing to cooperate or some Death row.

“...And I believe you won’t tell me to accomplish the second option?”

“Yes, I won’t.”

This involved too much for him to simply give everything he knew. Even more so since he only knew the first four witches.

“Persephone already filled me in about the current situation with Salem and I talked a little with Medea on the way. Let me be clear. I couldn’t care less about the witches as a whole.”

Even though he was facing a demigod he showed no fear, “My sense of responsibility isn’t high enough that I would fight to apologize for the action of an ancestor that was alive one thousand years ago. The only reason I proposed this is that I love Medea and wish to give her peace of mind.

“For this, I am willing to apologize publicly and even erase the fake bad deed of the witches. But that is as far as I am willing to go. In the past I would have given the way out free of charge but not anymore. They need to pay for their hubris.”

Sol did not care if he came off as arrogant or ridiculous. But he had aspirations and for those aspirations to realize, he had to make his words a reality.

“I am willing to participate in that hearing.”

His eyes were calm, like a deep sea.

Until now, he had always been pretty passive about the event happening to him. But now he was a little tired of all of this.

The witches thought they did not anything from him.

Then he would show them just how wrong they were.

He wanted to see what they would do when their future happiness would entirely become dependent on his willingness to help them.

The atmosphere became tense but in the end, Ambrosia sighed, “This situation came out because the council let their greed grow out of control.”

Since she had decided to be neutral in the first place, then she would do it all the way.

“Do as you wish, I will not intervene.”

Sol smiled but then shook his head, “Let me finish.”

How could he stop there? At the end of the day, no matter how strong the witches were, they were nothing more than fish and shrimp.

Only the four directions were White Shark but he already had one on his side. The only one left was the Great whale.

He did not need a neutral ally.

“Ambrosia. As the strongest witch, you possess the knowledge and power of all witches, right?”

Sol was not a hardcore player.

Why should he go through a lengthy and hard sub-quest when he could directly skip everything by using a glitch or a cheat code?

“I need your help.”

He firmly believed in working smarter, not harder.

“With your power and skill, all Hathor would lack is the knowledge of the succubus and human body. Once again something that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

The library in Salem was an important place as it contained the thesis and research made by all the witches. But this was only the physical manifestation of such knowledge.

The all-knowing witch.

Why should he finish the quest using a level 40 NPC when he could obtain the power of a level 90 Boss?

“--and why should I help you?”

He shrugged and showed the ring in his hand, “Your choice. You can refuse, in which case I will make an unfair deal with the witches and use their desperation to my advantage or you can accept and make everyone happy.”

Scale slowly grew on his body as he used the war mode to mute his feelings.

He did not like what he was doing.

He did not want to threaten Ambrosia.

But he had already wasted too much time doing things step by step.

He was done playing nice.

He had just realized that despite being able to help, Ambrosia did nothing until now.

Persephone may be struggling to keep Lilith alive but as a demigod, it should have been much easier for Ambrosia.

Medea could only rewind the time of Lilith’s body up to 24 hours but once again, Ambrosia could have done better.

Even now, as they talked about La Befana.

Furthermore, in the alternate reality where Skuld once lived, Lilith still died.

This shouldn’t have happened as he had already put Hathor as insurance before going to the dragon realm.

Logically speaking even without him present, Hathor should have met and observed Lilith and should have come to the same conclusion and Ambrosia would have choice to help or not.

This was nothing but speculation. But chances were high that he was right.

Of course, Ambrosia was in no way obligated to do anything.

She was not Lilith’s friend and neither and he was not particularly close to her either.

It was her freedom to help out of her own volution and it was his freedom to blackmail her into helping him.

Freedom was truly a beautiful thing.

“One day. You have one day to make your decision.”

He left on those words. Tomorrow he would visit Camelia in order to have a talk with the goddesses.

(AN: When a nice guy is tired of being nice. Sol is pretty tired and the situation with Lilith isn’t helping his mood. Then he has to deal with witches\' bullshit. War bullshit. World domination bullshit and many many more. A wonder my boy didn’t snap sooner.)