Hearing his sudden question, Lilith, who was about to eat her meal, narrowed her eyes to slits; myriad emotions filtered through them before she elegantly put down her fork and knife, resting her gaze at a serious Sol, more serious than she had ever seen him before.She knew for a fact that this question would be coming her way sooner or later and in fact, was surprised it took so long.Silence settled between the two as Lilith searched for the right words to answer Sol, to explain what he desired to learn. She wished for nothing more than for him to understand her woes and the grounds behind her actions.Before getting pregnant with her daughter, Lilith had never been interested in motherhood and she believed that she was far from the perfect example of what a mother should and could be.Her life was a battlefield and she was a warrior, motherhood never came close to the nature of slaughter and destruction she cultivated throughout her life.Thus, the inevitable happened when her chi
8–11 minutes He echoed out loud in absolute bewilderment. From the situation, he could somewhat guess what she meant but he wanted to hear her explain it, without that there was no way he'd be able to believe the presumptions his mind reached on its own. A sad smile, full of melancholy and pain, formed on Lilith’s face; saddening further seeing his incredulous look. "Do not underestimate the means of a woman. Do you know this saying? Beauties are the bane of heroes.” Lilith didn’t dare to enter into details, just thinking about this wretched memory made her heart hurt, and made it hard for her to breathe. "I do not wish for you to meet such a stupid end like your father. Your father was very poor at handling women. How to say this… He was too dense? Too easily flustered by women? I never understood why despite all his power he became a total mess when facing a person of the opposite gender." She sighed sadly, remembering about Mars and his foolish antiques when it came to women
Slowly opening the enclosed bedroom door, Milia entered the room, her steps etched with a grace born from years of training.Milia responded, a beautiful smile formed on her lips, her head tilted, a mischievous glint flickering in her calm gaze, "You mean aside from wanting to meet you?"Blushing a little at the blunt words spoken, Sol floundered to find an answer to her teasing. Milia could be incredibly forward sometimes and in those rare moments, he would get flustered by her affectionate remarks, no matter how used to her flirtatious antiques he grew to become over the years."Fufufu. It makes me happy to still see you blushing like that. I was worried—""—No, it's nothing. As for your answer, while I indeed wished to see you. My main purpose in coming here was to remind you that lady Edea expects you at her library for your lesson."Abruptly gasping in surefire panic, Sol's back drenched in cold sweat as he was reminded about the appointment with his teacher, he almost missed it.
Sol couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the legs, walking down towards the private zone reserved for his magic teacher. He couldn’t help but wonder if Milia was in reality a succubus with how she had completely squeezed him dry in the span of a few hours. ‘Well, I should focus now.’ Edea Asmodeus, the witch of time, tentatively known as the Witch of the West. Edea was his teacher in magic studies, even though he couldn’t use mana until his awakening. Even then, her teachings weren't something he could use, he wouldn’t be able to learn witchcraft, for it was something only witches themselves could do. An inmate talent of theirs that set them apart from other humans. Still, he was glad to have her as his teacher. The distance between the resting quarters of the upper floors and Edea’s domain was quite far so it took him a while to finally reach it, walking at a steady pace as he did. It didn’t help that he was slightly exhausted after his earlier sensuous moments with Milia. Wh
'So basically my father was the stereotypical archetype of the main character in Japanese Isekai Novels.'He knew for a fact that the story couldn't be that simple, also there were still many little things, crucial secrets, he wasn't told or made aware of but frankly, it didn't matter to him. His father's past wasn't an issue he wanted to muse on for the time being. He had other more pressing things to handle."Master, what do you think I should do?"Yes, this was the crux of the matter. When you don't understand, simply ask someone knowledgeable, seek and request solutions, or a path you could tread. Discussions always lead to the answers you seek — it’s been that way since time immemorial.It was a rule — a rule Sol lived by throughout the entirety of his life. Be it in this world or in the previous one, that was his motto.Edea, hearing his question simply smiled, a heartwarming smile, knowing that she was someone Sol could lean on to when debilitating on a matter. Hence, she prese
The words, coming out of her mouth, surprisingly didn't chill the warm atmosphere held between them.Nor did Sol's expression change, or he spoke anything to comfort her. It wasn't his style.Saying that everything would be alright?Those kinds of words and actions with nothing to back them up were nothing more than pure hypocrisy.What's more, did she need his pity or consoling words? No, she didn't. Edea wasn't a weak woman, she never was. She wasn't someone who needed a young little boy to act as if he understood her pain and sympathize with her. The truth — as it will always be — is that he could never truly understand her pain, hence, he never acted like he did."I really wonder. Generally, people at this moment always have an awkward expression and become very uncomfortable or try to comfort me. But, the same has never happened in your case even after I explained what being a witch truly meant.""If you don't share someone's pain, you can never come to understand them. But just
Finished with the boring yet necessary lessons for his future role as a King, Sol was now free to do what he really wished to do all day; as was the case for any day for as long as he remembered.Walking, nigh sprinting, towards the stables while keeping his noble appearance intact, by some measure, Sol barely managed to hide his excitement, until he found himself face to face with another person — his next instructor."Prince Sol, I am happy that you took your precious time to come learn from this old man. I hope you had a beautiful day, today."Smiling at the words of the white-haired old man bowing in front of him, Sol wanted to answer casually but remembered where he was.Right now, he was outside the tower, but still close to it. He understood that he shouldn't go too far as long as he didn't awaken and obtain a reliable way to defend himself, he had to be very careful about his safety."Do not worry lord Gerald. You are a man I respect very much and taking lessons from you has a
The gentle calming music of a harp echoed soothingly in the large dining space. In the middle of the pristine white room people, guests of today's event, sat on either side of the relatively large table. The Supreme Daughter being the only one sitting at the helm of the white wooden dining table.The stirring notes of gently plucked strings, resounding like the angelic hymns of heaven, were also the sole source of noise in the eerily quiet room. Even though the group currently dining was quite sizable, they ate in perfect and utter silence.At the head of the table sat Camelia, resting on her comfortable seat, on her right sat Sol, and on her left the Duchess Milaris eating away with elegance, the scowl never leaving her otherwise glorious face.The rectangular table was clearly divided into two camps, two sides at a silent war of stares, with Sol's side of the camp being quite empty. Still, this did not seem to bother him in the slightest.The table was filled with delicious but ligh