Son of the Hero King

The transition from the Duke to the King realm was always a very special phenomenon. In the Mortal Realm especially, where beings of the King realm were few and far between, the phenomenon had a far more special meaning and significance in addition to its impact on the world.

However, the transition of a Phoenix? Such ludicrousness was almost unheard of. Divine Beasts could all easily reach the Duke realm just through their natural talent alone. Moreover, as fully powered Dukes, they could match most, if not all, lower-tiered Kings and even defeat them depending on the mastery of their realms.

But they all faced a wall while taking the next step towards insurmountable power, towards godhood. This was not a question of talent. More like a natural limit that was etched in their bodies, stopping them from breaking through.

From the moment Nefertiti started her enlightenment, a golden holy light flowed out from her body, covering everyone in the room and spreading out until even the entire forest was covered by its blinding radiance.

All the elves came out of their houses, and even Sol, who had been discussing with Siegfried, came out of his abode. His gaze, piercing through the chasm of distance, soon settled on Nefertiti's brilliant form. So pure and radiant.

Sol had to admit. Even with all of his powers and insights, he did not see this coming.

In his estimation, the next King among his ranks should have been Isis or even Nuwa. Both of them were perfect hybrids like him and, in a way, had a far nobler lineage than his. Nuwa was born between Echidna and Asmodeus, two full-fledged demigods. While Isis was the daughter of a True Demon at the demigod level and the Phoenix Queen herself.

Compared to them Nefertiti’s lineage could not even hold a candle. Born from the union of a Phoenix and a Charm spirit, her only purpose in life was to be sold for a political marriage and give birth to a more special phoenix down the line.

Thanks to her lineage, she was born with otherworldly beauty but no particular talent whatsoever.

Yet here she was. Shining more radiantly than anyone he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Sol smiled. A feeling of love and pride surged within his heart and threatened to overwhelm his chest as he watched his beloved’s ascension. Born from nothing, she rose to transcend everything. She had reached the apex, defying her destiny against all expectations. Hurry

“You can do it.”

He muttered while watching in silence as the holy light healed the world. His depleted energy from his fight with Kiyohime was entirely restored. The burnt tree and vegetation were growing back at a frightening speed and even the mana that had been consumed was replenished.

It was as if the world itself was cheering for the birth of a new King and sharing its Blessing with all those present.

Sol smiled and flew higher, he wished to not miss a single instance of this historical event.

Next to him, Kaiser and Nidhogg wore complicated expressions. As the two Dragons with the highest potential to become King, it would be hard to explain what they were feeling at the moment in mere words.

The breadth of their emotions intensified further knowing that Nefertiti had done very little training and yet reached such a state. She had devoted most of her time to preaching and yet… she had surpassed them.

Nefertiti did not seek the power of a King. She was content with staying a Duke. In combat, both of them were sure they could win without a shadow of a doubt.

Yet the one they thought was inferior to them was now ascending to heights they dreamed every day of reaching. A new level they could only observe with envy.

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The one who was the most affected was none other than Nidhogg. After all, she was a hybrid like Nefertiti and a perfect one at that. She might not have some great lineage but she was still born between a Singularity who could have become a Demigod and the direct daughter of Hydra, a Dragon King.

She looked down at her hands, clenching her fists hard enough that they could pierce her dragon skin.

What made her different? What did Nefertiti have that she did not?

Nidhogg immediately knew the answer to that question. An answer all too obvious for anyone to see. She had done her research and knew that there was nothing outstanding about Nefertiti other than her otherworldly beauty.

There was no way she would have been able to reach such a level with just that.

But everything changed the day she met Him.

Nidhogg’s eyes started to blaze with an unshakeable resolve. If before she was only half joking about her plans, now she was convinced that it was the only way for her to accomplish all her dreams.

Sol would undoubtedly be one of the keys that would allow her to reach the next level. Both as a warrior and a poison master.

Licking her lips, she once again focused on Nefertiti, bringing out all her senses to their maximum sensitivity. She even went as far as to ingest a drug to put all of her senses into hyperdrive to channel her focus. Petty machination could wait for later.

Observing the transition in the realm of a Divine Beast was the kind of event one could only seek without ever getting the chance to find one.

The Phoenix Realm must be going crazy right about now. She thought inwardly with a mischievous smile.

***

Nidhogg was right. The Phoenix realm was indeed going absolutely batshit insane over this event.

While Nefertiti was going through her enlightenment, the elves were not the only ones to take notice of it.

The evolution of a Divine Beast never went unnoticed, no matter the realm. Especially if the one in question was the very Progenitor of that race.

For Gabriel, the day had started stressful like many others in recent history. Lately, she had been enrolled in a power struggle with the other Divine Beasts because of her good friend Tiamat. Thankfully, they had Yggdrasil and Asmodeus providing help to their cause which made it manageable. However, it wasn't easy by any means.

As if that weren’t enough already, every time she wanted to retire from her position and disappear somewhere, Tiamat would remind her of the debt she owed to her good friend. Tiamat told her she was free to go but should prepare the maid clothes she would need to wear.

Just thinking about the skimpy outfit that, in many ways, could not even be reliably called clothing made Gabriel shudder in fear and utter disgust. There was no way she would be caught wearing such a thing.

Now, though, Gabriel had no time to think about all the dreadful things in life. Her instincts were screaming at her that something big was about to happen. She might not have the ability to observe the stars of her descendants like Tiamat, but she was still fully integrated with every member of her bloodline.

What is happening? Gabriel thought as she stood up. The feeling she was getting was faint. As if the one causing this was in a completely different world.

At the moment, there were only three Phoenix that were outside of her Territory.

Nephthys

Isis.

Nefertiti.

“Is Isis finally becoming a King?” She muttered but frowned at the end. She was very intimate with Isis’ aura and she was sure that it was not her.

This could only mean one thing.

“Mother!”

Just as Gabriel reached a startling realization, Nent opened her door and rushed into the throne room.

For someone as dignified and regal as Nent, seeing her with such a dishevelled appearance was practically an impossible notion.

However, if her hunch was right, she could understand why. A gentle smile spread on her face as she looked at the daughter that had once nearly strayed to the wrong path, a path that would only end in her destruction.

“Congratulations. It seems like your granddaughter has accomplished something truly incredible.” Even as she uttered those words, she could hardly believe it. Furthermore, for her to feel so much power despite the distance, it was clear that Nefertiti was awakening to a powerful name and concept.

Servitude? Michael’s concept? She shook her head. It was similar yet fundamentally different. Purer, deeper, and far, far stronger than Micheal could ever hope to reach, even at his peak.

“Truly wonderful.”

“Mother. I… I request permission to descend into the Mortal Realm.” Nent lowered her head and asked. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for nearly 700 years.

However, she had changed after meeting Sol and was not as obsessed with the process as she had been in the past. Still, there was no way she could have completely discarded one of her greatest desires.

But— that wasn’t all.

Nefertiti becoming a King was thrilling. Exhilarating even. But she knew, more than anyone else, that this success wasn’t her own.

Sol.

Her beloved partner. It had been so long since they parted. She was starting to miss him.

She wanted to meet him and spend some time with him.

Gabriel laughed, “You have my permission.” She had no reason to keep Nent here. “I would have loved to come down with you. Convey my greetings to Sol on my behalf and send my heartfelt congratulations to Nefertiti. Now that she has reached the King Realm, she can obtain her own army and subordinates when… well, if she wants to come back.”

Gabriel could only leak an awkward laugh in the end. Remembering the sights she witnessed in Nefertiti’s room. Watching her great-granddaughter masturbate to the picture of her grandson-in-law was not something she expected to happen one day.

She really doubted she would see that girl back anytime soon now that she was with Sol.