SHK CH 747 (Patreon)

Since Sol made his decision, he immediately moved to accomplish his goal. Ever since Medea left her World, the place had been more or less l

Since Sol made his decision, he immediately moved to accomplish his goal. Ever since Medea left her World, the place had been more or less left to rot. They debated destroying it, but decided to leave it for future generations who would live in the Tower of Babel. It could serve as a good place to hide and also a memento of an era begone. 

With Medea’s world gone, finding the witches was far harder than usual. But nothing complicated when he could just follow the thread of Karma. If Ambrosia had tried to hide her traces, it would have been tricky, but with her showing her position in the open, it was just a piece of cake.

It only took him a few minutes to find the black haired mature witch. She was outside the capital, near the Gate that connected Salem to the real world. This gate was generally hidden by a boundary specially set by her. But at this moment, anyone passing by would have been able to see it. 

Teleporting to her position, Sol whistled as he observed the shining, swirling blue gate. He could feel the connection between the two dimensions growing deeper. As if they were about to fuse again and yet they were keeping a certain distance. This was a beautiful display of space mastery, one that Sol, despite being a dimensional mage, could hardly perform. 

“I really should start learning magic from you. I have much to learn.” Sol said in jest, but deep down, he was quite serious. 

In the past, Magic in itself had not been all that useful for him. After all, he was someone who moved more on instinct. His mana manipulation was great, but when it came to spells, the best he could do was blasting everything apart. 

This was great when facing people weaker than him, but there was a limit to what he could accomplish with brute force alone. He could only go so far with using Deus without making himself go mad first. 

“Your habit of going deep in thought after each sentence is still the same. I guess even when losing emotions, some things never change.” Ambrosia remarked offhandedly without facing him. She was much more interested in adjusting the gate’s restrictions. 

“What can I do? I am a man of deep thoughts.” Sol shrugged. “So, what about becoming my teacher? You are the witch of Origin. Honestly, your knowledge does suit my new power set.”

He said as he eyed the spell book in her hand. The Book of Akasha. This spell book was no different from his divine weapon. If the Eye of Akasha allowed him to see all possible results and follow Karma, the Book of Akasha allowed Ambrosia to have access to all Spells created by the Witches. 

Of course, this book in itself was not a Weapon but more like the manifestation of Ambrosia's True Name. Record of Akasha.

In terms of absolute rank, it was lower at the moment, but in terms of pure firepower, there was no comparison. 

“You are right in a way. While it’s quite shameful to accept. My Record of Akasha is a lesser version of your Concept of Origin and Beginning. Though now that I know this power of yours came from the literal God Creator of this world, I do feel better about myself.”

“You should be proud. After all, out of the three of you, your ambitions were the biggest.”

“That is true.” Ambrosia smiled and closed her book. 

“Now that you've finished praising me. Speak. Why did you come? What do you want?”

Sol gave a sheepish smile, “Nothing goes past you.” 

“I raised more than a hundred daughters. I have experience. Now speak. I need to finish the adjustment here and go back to Echidna and Anubis before the two of them start tearing each other apart again.”

“The researchers are not doing well?”

“Try creating a new power system while having two hot heads who hate each other as lead researchers and see whether it will go well or not.”

Sol raised his hands in surrender, not trying to anger Ambrosia further. From the look in her eyes, it was clear she was holding herself back from tearing him apart.

“Just to be clear, I am serious about you teaching me. I need more intricate knowledge. In fact, I think having the three of you teaching me would be great. Imagine the result if the three legendary Mortal Demigods imparted their precious knowledge to me?” He chuckled. “But you are also right that this is not why I am here now.”

He looked up, his eyes growing cold, “I need your help.”

“My. This is quite rare for you to ask for help outright. What kind of ritual are you preparing again?”

 “Not a ritual this time. I need you to act as a deterrent.” 

“Hum…You do know that I cannot participate in confrontations between Kingdom right?”

“I know, and I would not ask your help for such a thing. But this and that are different. Tomorrow is an important day. One, I have been waiting for a long time. I am ready to make anyone who acts up pay with their lives. But if I have to be honest, I do not wish to draw blood on this day.”

He wanted this day to be perfect. Without the slightest blemish. He wished for Medea to have her dream wedding. One that would be blessed by everyone, and that would be remembered as an auspicious day. 

“You really care about Medea.”

“I mean…Wasn’t it evident enough already?”

“The human heart is deep and unfathomable. It would be foolish to think that you can fully understand even after observing them for years.”

“Is it why you peek at all my nighttime with your daughters?”

“....So, you were saying you need my help? What do you want me to do?”

Sol grinned at the way she cleared her throat and changed the topic. This might have been the easiest negotiations in his life.

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