Son of the Hero King

One thing Sol liked almost as much as sex was the aftercare. A moment of soothing relaxation after an intense effort. Where they would sit together in a hot bath and cuddle and kiss tenderly, perhaps they would talk about their feelings or perhaps about love. Perhaps they would simply laugh and talk about useless things or perhaps they would simply embrace and find peace in the silence and warmth of their intertwined bodies.

Those moments were extremely precious for him, as they were the best occasion to have some much-needed heart-to-heart talks. It was a conversation that explored the depth of their bond, deepening their relationship in a way that the mingling of flesh and the throes of pleasure could never accomplish.

Both Sol and Pandora were now sitting near the edge of his giant bath. He always felt it was a waste of water, but Milia assured him that the water was created through magic and that it was essential for the inner economy of the Tower.

One day, while using his dimension, he saw some disturbing things the maid did with his bath water and since then, Sol decided to not ask any more questions about this topic. Fearing that exploring further could unveil information that could scar his mind forever.

“So, how was it?” Sol asked, an amused glint in his eyes, as Pandora rested against his chest. Her breathing was faint and droplets of water were covering her sinful body, causing Sol to harden ever so slightly.

“Calm your little friend down. I am not ready for another round.” She tapped his legs, almost as if she was protesting indignantly. But her words only made Sol cackle.

“Never would I have thought that I would hear a succubus complaint about sex.” Spending time with Pandora was quite delightful.

“Well. You still don’t know much about me.” She gathered her feet together. Her eyes grew a little vacant.

“I want to know more. Tell me about your daughters, for example. Were you able to contact them recently?” It was Sol’s earnest wish to understand Pandora on a deeper level. This way, he was sure he could create a harmonious relationship with the Succubus Queen.

“Well. I have two daughters. The eldest is Anastasia. In fact, I took on her disguise to enter Lustburg.”

“And we all know how your infiltration ended.” He jested and was rewarded with a pinch on his leg.

“As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted me, I have two daughters. Anastasia, the eldest, and my youngest is Minerva. She is the one who received the Blessing. But you should already know that.”

Of course, Sol knew all that. He had done very extensive research on Envilya in recent times. It was his main target after Southern Pride, after all.

“I do know, but at the end of the day, those are only information obtained from spies. I would like to learn more from you.” He gently caressed her damp hair, making her shiver as she leaked a heated sigh.

“Well, you do know what to say,” She shook her head, “Minerva is the heiress and she has unparalleled talent. I think she would not pale in comparison to some of the people in the tower. As for Anastasia. While she does not have much talent when it comes to our innate gift as Succubi, she incorporated some of her illusion power in her swordsmanship.”

“Oh?” Sol’s interest was immediately piqued. After all, those two would become his stepdaughters— his family. Anastasia seemed like someone who would feel right at home here in the midst of all the sword junkies. She was already friends with Lilin so there shouldn’t be much problem for her to fit in.

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As for Minerva…

“What makes her so talented?” For Pandora to make such an assertion despite knowing the people who lived in the tower would mean that Minerva was definitely someone worth his attention.

“As you know, we Succubi use the power of Dreams to affect reality. My own Zone, Dreamscape, is something I developed after a very long time. It allows me to bring people directly into the world of dreams even if they are awake.”

Her power had many limitations. After all, Succubi were not a fighting race.

“Minerva is different. She did not need to develop anything. She was born with special eyes that can pull people to dreams no matter their state. You could say that she was born with the power of my zone inside of her. There is more, of course, far more. Why do you think I was able to sneak out of Envilya without a soul noticing?”

Sol mused. This was indeed something he had been curious about. No matter how easily he subdued her, Pandora was at the King Realm. Her aura, power, and skills were not things that could be imitated by a simple doppelgänger.

“This is the second innate skill of my daughter – <<Acting>>. She can change illusions into reality and take the appearance of people she dreams of becoming. Manner of speech, skills, power, aura. She can copy nearly every single aspect that makes up a person. The more she knows the person the more perfect she can copy them.”

There was also a limit to this power obviously but as long as the difference in realm wasn’t too wide, Minerva could reproduce all the skills of someone she was copying. The greatest limitation outside of power was that she could only copy one person at a time. But Pandora was sure that such limitation would slowly vanish as Minerva grew stronger in the future.

“Her powers are definitely intriguing. This might be one of the closest concepts to omnipotence.” Sol felt like he was enlightened by this knowledge. Thanks to his power over balance, he was able to affect the boundaries of Dream and Reality.

He did need to copy anyone else's skills or power yet. But being able to transform dreams into reality was the closest one could come to being almighty.

“Now I am impatient to meet them. I hope our first meeting will go well.” Sol ruffled Pandora’s hair, which caused her to let out a coquettish laugh.

“Well, I left home to search for an ally and I will return with a husband and a father who is nearly the same age as them. How do you think they will react?”

“Didn’t you teach them that age is just a number? Also, how could a woman resist someone as handsome and gentle as me?” Sol laughed as she felt him pinch his thigh with far more strength than before. They both knew that such action could not hurt him in the slightest. This was just a cute way for Pandora to protest against her lover.

“You are quite the narcissist,” Pandora could not help but complain.

“Well, is it really narcissism if it’s true?” He asked with a raised eyebrow as if challenging her to find even a single fault in his words.

“You were definitely not gentle the first time we met.” Pandora definitely did not shy away from using his weakness against him, causing Sol to cough to hide his embarrassment.

“Ahem~ Let’s just say, I played a little rougher than usual.” He hugged her closer with his left arm while his left arm slowly trailed down until it reached her lower part. “Also, I remember distinctly someone acting like they had everything under control before fainting helplessly.”

He gently pinched the quivering bud between her legs, causing Pandora to pant and twitch. At the same time, his other hand climbed up and cupped her bountiful breast.

“I… I thought we… were supposed to talk.” Talking was difficult for Pandora as she felt her temperature rise.

“Well…” Sol muttered sultrily in her ears, “We have all the time in the world to talk with our bodies.”

He whispered before biting her earlobe. A new round of exchange began between the two lovers.

This time there was no competition. Pandora did not try to win or gain an advantage. She simply enjoyed the pleasure she received and tried her best to deliver just as much pleasure back to Sol.

(AN: The first arc ends like this. Next chapter will be an interlude for Pandora or Envilya. Then after that, we start the next arc. Which is the Southern Pride visit. Finally, time to meet those elves and meet the best girl, Nefertiti.)