Chapter 91: He is dead (1/2)

[Medea's World]

Standing now alone in her garden, Medea was sipping on one of her best tea as she gazed absent-mindedly at the horizon. She was currently wearing her usual black robe that tightly hugged her body.

”Heh~! Already missing your lover?”

”*Pfft* *Cough* *Cough* What are you talking ab-about!? I am just thinking!”

Freya gave a simple smile that showed that she wouldn't argue. Even though she didn't believe it.

”So, how was it?”

Medea blushed before lowering her head. ”It was–it was beautiful.”

”Is that so?”

Freya eyed the current Medea enviously. Even though she had few experiences, in reality, she had never really enjoyed sex. For her, it was just a way to gather data to alleviate the curse.

Sadly, she had given up hope and her last relationship was more than two hundred years ago.

That was until Sol showed up.

He was a new hope for their entire race. No, perhaps for the entire human race itself.

Humans could only use mana once they reached 15 years old. Even then, they could only use magic if they had the capacity and the relationships to form a contract.

This made it so that even though there were few individuals really incredible, humans as a whole were the weakest races.

Witches on the other hand could use magic. Even though they couldn't use it in the same way as magical beings, they didn't need a contract either.

So what would happen if a normal human and witch had a child?

Freya didn't know. After all, witches were unable to give birth.

Still,

'The children of a witch should also be able to use magic from birth.'

If her theory was right, in the best case, not only could the child be able to use magic from birth, but they would also even be able to contract.

It was, without a doubt, an ideal. Something unthinkable.

But,

'Sol could become the creator of a new type of humans.'

Just imagining it brought her a great feeling of anticipation.

She wished to see it. She wished to observe it. She wished to be at the first stand.

She wasn't like Medea or Kali. She didn't become a witch because of despair or persecution.

All she wanted was to obtain knowledge.

She wanted to know more.

”.. Ya...Eya.”

She wanted to know so much more.

”Freya!!”

”Ah,” She jumped a little bit when she heard her name being screamed like that. ”Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

She calmed herself down before taking out a pen and a book note.

”So, I respected your opinion and didn't spy on your first time. Now, please describe to me everything that happened.”

Medea covered her face in shame.

”Just why do you always do that!?”

Medea couldn't understand. One of Freya's greatest hobbies was recording the sexual experience of every witch she knew and writing them into books before publishing them. Under the pseudonym of

.

The worst was that from what she knew, Freya was also very popular. Even during her date with Sol, she saw some of the books she wrote on display.

”Hey, Romance is very lucrative you know? What's more, my adult series, <<Master's orders>>, sell extremely well. Who knew so many women were interested in soft BDSM.”

The next few minutes were the most embarrassing of Medea's life.

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[Tower of Babel]

Sol was currently seated in the office of Lilith and was observing her while she scribbled on some documents.

Even though he stayed for a total of 20 hours in Medea's world, only two hours passed outside. As such he still had some time before his meeting with the Duke Traver.

The atmosphere between the two was currently rather awkward. Even though Sol had visited her, she hadn't lifted her head even once and acted as if he didn't exist.

But Sol didn't mind. He didn't require some sort of discussion. In fact, he was pretty content about the silence since it allowed him to gather his thoughts and his next plan of action.

'Too many things are happening at the same time. I need to be careful and smart.'

The currents in the capital were deep and muddy. Traitors abounded and a purge was necessary.

Perhaps in the future, he would be remembered in the same vein as his ancestor, bloodthirsty Queen.

He lowered his head and looked at his dainty white hands that had never mortally hurt another human.

”What are you thinking about?”

Without raising his head, Sol murmured

”I simply wonder what it feels like to kill someone.”

The sound of the pen stopped. It took him a while to understand that he had just expressed his thoughts out loud, and once he did, he couldn't help but wonder why all his conversations with Lilith always had to contain some sweetness and some darkness.

”... What are you worried about?”

Sol debated for a short while before shaking his head, ”Forget it.”

It wasn't that he didn't want to discuss with Lilith. Her advice would without a doubt be very useful. It was just that he was tired of how each time they met they always ended up talking about depressing matters.

Lilith opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, before finally closing it and simply sighing.

She had some mixed feelings at the moment. On one side, Sol not asking her for advice meant that he was slowly becoming more independent from her as she wished–But at the same time, she felt a certain sadness at him doing so.

Deciding to change the subject, she asked,

”So, how was your meeting with Tyr?”

Sol remarked what she was doing but did not mention it as it suited his intentions.

”Duke Tyr was… Should I say that he was stubborn?”

”Stubborn?”

”Indeed. Even though he did not express it, I could feel that despite the current position of their house, if he had found me wanting, he would have kept the neutrality of his house.”

Lilith gave a cold smile, ”I am glad you were able to see that.”

She stopped there and didn't continue. One of the people she despised the most wasn't the Gorfard for their actions but rather the Highland for their inactions.

At the end of the day, the Gorfard were ambitious people who strived for power. There was nothing she expected from them.

But, when the royal family was at its lowest, the so-called Shield and spear of the kingdom did nothing but stand and watch while acting like saints as they screamed their neutrality.

The only reason she didn't really hate them was because of how useful they were and the fact that they indeed never hesitated to sacrifice themselves for the kingdom.

”What do you think of this stubbornness?”

She was really curious. Back then, Mars simply laughed and said that he loved such stubborn people because they were very loyal once they sided with you.

Sol, hearing this question, stayed quiet before smiling,