Chapter 188: I am... (1/2)

A few moments ago, hidden in the shadows, Isis observed Sol as he meditated, curiosity evident in her eyes.

During those few short days, Sheherazade had been pestering her so much about how dreamy and whatever he was like. She seemed more like a fangirl than anything else. What's more, her mother had been insisting that she should at least meet him and make her decision after getting to know him better.

Since she had nothing to lose, she had decided that she could at least grace him the chance of a meeting before she rejected him.

Now that she saw him, she had to admit that Sheherazade was indeed right. He was indeed pretty handsome.

But what really sparked her curiosity wasn't just his appearance.

All her life, she had lived in the underworld dimension of her father, and sometimes visited the heaven realm.

Few people were more intimate with death than her and she understood one truth, no matter how you looked like when you were alive, when you died, all that would be left would be a rotting body and a soul.

The physical body was nothing more than a temporary residence that housed the eternal soul that could or would eventually be discarded in the long river of time.

As such, what she paid attention to the most was---his soul.

'So he is a reincarnator, like father.'

When she looked at Sol, what she saw wasn't only his physical appearance, but also a soul shining with golden light. It was a light so bright she felt as if she was facing the sun.

Soul Sight.

An Innate skill very few beings possess, even among demi-gods.

But all those who did were also innately talented either in matters of the mind or the soul.

When her father discovered she had inherited this skill from him, he had been ecstatic. At the same time, he had shown a rare serious side of himself as he gave her a piece of advice.

She remembered quite clearly what he had told her on that day,

[If you see anyone with a soul that is different from everyone else, then be extremely wary of them. You never know what kind of people they might have been in their previous life.]

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”So, how long are you going to spy on me?”

'Oh?'

She was quite startled at being called out but did not let it get to her as she calmly walked out of her hiding place.

Her pace was slow, almost regal. The moment their eyes met, Isis could already imagine the gear turning in his brain as he tried to discover who she was.

Chuckling a little, she gave a curtsy and introduced herself, ”My name is Sheherazade, like you, I am a guest in this palace. How should I address you?”

She lied smoothly without missing a beat. Even though she had already decided to reject him, since she had relented against her mother's assault, she decided that she should at least try to get to know him better.

When she mentioned her name, Sol frowned a little before nodding with a refreshing smile,

”I do not know why you are trying to hide your identity, but I am not interested in discovering it either.”

Giving a salute he also introduced himself, ”My name is Sol. Nice to meet you.”

Isis raised an eyebrow at this,

'First when I was hiding and now this. He really is more perceptive than I thought.'

Her train of thought did not disturb her words however, and she answered quite calmly.

”Oh? What could you mean? I believe that I have been perfectly honest with you.”

Answering to his smile with one of her own, a feeling of tension seemed to slowly fill the roof of the palace.

On one side stood a man with golden hair and blue eyes, meanwhile, on the other side stood one with lustrous black hair and beautiful scarlet pupilles.

”By the way, you are really lacking, you know?”

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Currently watching the scene from afar with Nephthys sitting close to her, Gabriel couldn't help but show a worried expression,

”Will this really work?”

Nephthys showed a bitter smile.

Isis was a strong willed girl used to people bending backwards to fulfill her slightest desire.

It didn't help that since she was a necromancer, she basically never had anyone who could go against her.

Meanwhile, from what she knew about Sol, he was no pushover either and behind his gentle smile was a bone deep pride.

Two strong willed people working with each other meant that either one of the two would have to lower themselves or it wouldn't work.

”Well, it is worrying, but there's nothing we can do about it. A contract cannot be made if one of the two parties does not wish for it. It's the rule the goddesses placed themselves. Everything will depend on Sol.”

Nephthys nodded before standing up.

”Where are you going?”

”Even though Sol has tried to be polite, it is clear that he is in a hurry. I decided to create a small list of Phoenixes that could be suitable and who would be interested in forming a contract with him.”

Gabriel placed a finger under her chin before acquiescing.

”This is the best way.”

Giving a look at the departing figure of her daughter, Gabriel let out a sigh.