Son of the Hero King

As Kiyohime and Persephone gazed at each other,

“Girls, please… We should not fight with each other.” Nefertiti clapped gently. Her voice, soft like a breeze in spring, spread in the room and diffused the tension.

“We are all women of our lord, regardless of our race or power. Rather than a futile confrontation of power and dominance, shouldn’t we think about how to make him happier?” Her smile was worthy of a saint who was willing to embrace the world and all its suffering.

“Explain yourself, girl,” Kiyohime growled but Nefertiti did not show even a hint of fear as she gazed back at Kiyohime, a pure smile still etched on her face.

“Lord Husband would not wish for us to fight each other, nor do something as pointless as establishing hierarchy amongst us. If you cannot understand such a simple truth. What use is there for you to have free will?” Nefertiti chuckled, “Of course, He would also not be happy if you became a puppet of his. Our Lord is too magnanimous for such a thing. So, it’s my duty to make all of you understand this truth. His truth. Don’t you agree?”

The smile slipped off her face as she looked at each of them in the eyes. Her pupils devoid of light, an ominous swirl of ambiguous emotions.

“There are few things more pitiful than the picture of a shrew fighting for the love of a man. Do not think your power makes you special. He treats all of us equally because his heart is as large and accommodating as the world. But do not take his kindness for permission to bring chaos to his court.”

Here she was. A Duke, threatening three Kings, one of whom was a dragon, without any hesitation whatsoever. Anyone seeing this scene would feel like she was crazy and Pandora was no exception to this fact.

Yep. This confirms it. Girl is definitely nuts. Why am I even surprised? This should be a given now when it comes to Sol. Pandora mused as she dispelled the faint energy of persuasion that was filling her mind.

On the side, she could see all the other women doing the same and then start glaring at Nefertiti.

Still, they knew in their hearts that Nefertiti was in the right. Though the way she went at it was not something anyone could praise or support.

“This power… Did you use it on the believers you gathered?” Camelia, who had stayed silent until now, asked.

The power Nefertiti used was familiar to her. It was very similar to the power she was born with. A power she rarely used now, and she had her reasons, valid ones, for it.

Nefertiti did not seem surprised at Camelia’s question, “I did not need to. The elves themselves were more than happy to convert to our Lord’s side. If I had to be honest, I must say that it was a bit too easy.”

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“Then… What if they weren’t easy to convert?” Camelia pushed. But for Nefertiti, the answer was self-evident.

“My Lord forbade me from using this power to gather faith. I would never go against a direct order of his. His words are laws. No matter how arduous the journey was, I would have accomplished my duty, one way or another.”

“You are a zealot.”

“No. I am simply a humble believer. Mere words cannot explain the depth of my feelings for him. He gave meaning to my purposeless existence, helped me find my Truth, and developed my True Name. Everything I am now is thanks to his guiding hand.”

“The weight of your love is too heavy, almost too heavy, don’t you think?” Camelia said.

“You are quite hypocritical. Were you not the one who betted her own life all to give more power to our Lord early on in his radiant journey? Even at the price of losing his trust, you did not hesitate. Tell me, with everything you know now. If you could go to the past, would you make a different choice?”

Camelia answered instantly, “No. I would not.” Back then, for the wager with the goddesses, it was imperative that Sol knew nothing about what was going on. His choice had to be entirely genuine.

“Even if I could go to the past hundred times, I would still make the same choice a hundred times. Even more so with everything I know now.” She added.

Thanks to that bet, Sol was able to enter the Phoenix realm, meet Nent and Hathor as well as sign a contract with Isis while getting Nefertiti. All those women were essential for Sol’s insurmountably rapid growth.

So, she did not regret that choice. The only thing she regretted was hiding the truth about Gerald. Nothing more.

“I am glad. Your words do not disappoint.” Nefertiti nodded. “As for the weight of my love, you are right to say that it is indeed heavy. Perhaps it really is too heavy. I realize that I may be a little extreme in my actions.

“Not just a little,” Pandora muttered out loud without realizing it and immediately raised her hand in surrender when Camelia and Nefertiti turned toward her. “Hey, don’t mind me. Continue discussing. I am just the wind. I do not even exist.” She whistled and started to observe a truly fascinating crack in the wall.

Sighing, Nefertiti continued, “While my action may be a little… well, a lot extreme. My ultimate goal does not change. I wish to bring happiness to the sun that illuminated the dark sky in my heart. I wish to share his light with the world. To make all people open their hearts as well and pray to him. I wish to. No… I WILL make him a God in the truest sense of the word.”

Her eyes shimmered as she finished her sentence. The world started to sway as if it was resonating with those words.

Light bloomed, nearly blinding everyone present and in her heart, Nefertiti could hear it.

A small click.

A sound so imperceptible, that some might think she was imagining it.

But she knew…

She could…

That she was now complete and now…

“I am going to advance to the next realm.” She announced with the utmost calm. Not caring about how groundbreaking her words were.

After all, she was about to become the first Phoenix in nearly ten thousand years to advance to the King realm. She would also be the first Hybrid Phoenix in all of history to reach that rank. One that was not even a Perfect Hybrid, unlike someone like Isis.

But for Nefertiti, the honor mattered little. For her, this too was nothing more than the grace of her Lord Husband.