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Kali’s intervention had managed to help Ambrosia in calming her mind down. She was without a doubt the witch that was the most affected by this curse.

At least the others could still have physical relationships with long-living races even if it would only last for a few times.

In her case, however, it was completely and utterly impossible in every sense of the word.

Despite this, Ambrosia was not really interested in breaking the curse for herself.

In her time of need, Asmodeus gave her a contract and he had been candid about the drawbacks it would entail, hiding nothing about the price she would have to pay in return for all her powers.

She had no intention of betraying him.

The same should be the case for the other witches but… Shouldn’t they at least have the option of breaking the contract if they so wished?

Freya wasn’t the only one feeling dejected by this event. Kali looked down at her maid clothes as she pondered with a slight expression of loss and faint sadness.

She had nearly betrayed her sisters and took the dangerous path of joining the Wings of Freedom— all of that just for the chance of finding a way to break the curse of the witches.

But this… Just what the hell was this?

‘Haha. I guess there is really a difference even between the reincarnated.’

Even after reincarnating, Kali had never seen herself as the protagonist of this world. Even though she had been quite talented as a witch, she feared what would happen if she was noticed and thrown into the power struggle that revolved around the peak of existence.

Despite her powers, she was not particularly arrogant for she understood how small she was in this abominable and ludicrous world.

She knew very well that the true protagonist were those who could do the impossible. People like Sol Dragona Luxuria— perhaps, the true protagonist of this world.

But still, it was quite shocking to see the difference being laid out in front of her like this.

“Hmmm… What is exactly the curse in question?”

Ambrosia was brought out of her reverie by Isis’s inquiring voice. Had it been anyone else, she would have ignored them. But since she was facing her old friend's daughter she did not become irritated by this rude remark. It was taboo to speak about the curse in the community of witches, after all.

“Curse of Love, Curse of Luck, Curse of Birth. This is what we call them but they basically all function the same way.”

She then proceeded to explain the situation as best as she could. Doing so gave her the time necessary to organize her idea.

“Sol here, thanks to being a Chaos dragon, possesses a high resistance against all types of magic. Curse included. So he was able to enter into a relationship with my daughters.”

Isis opened her mouth wide, “All of them?”

“Hey, don’t add me into the mix. I am not interested in him.”

Kali was pretty blunt. Sol may be handsome and possess many qualities but what did it matter to her, in the end?

“As for me, I got rejected. Though I am not giving up.”

Freya had been rejected when she wished to make babies with Sol. She had been rejected then but she was still tenacious.

“Please. Could we just focus on important matters?

Sol chuckled as Medea whined. “Currently, I have two ways. One permanent and one less so but I am sure you will still love it.”

He took a pause and moved his hand as a ring manifested in it, “When I was in the dragon territory, I managed to learn a new skill— to imbue some power of my dimension in accessories.”

This was the skill Tiamat stole and taught him back in the Astral Realm, “With just that one ring, If I add some of my powers with the specific command, I can make it so the energy stolen will be immediately sent back to the one being stolen from. This will ultimately result in no harm falling on the person in a relationship with a witch.”

They all looked at the ring with unconcealed delight evident on their faces. It was like a hypnotizing device.

“This will allow witches to have as many relationships as they wish without fearing killing their lovers. For now, it’s impossible to change the situation with the inability to have children. But as I create more and more items and get a better understanding of my powers I will be able to create something that should be able to help even with that problem.”

“Does it work?”

“Ask Medea.”

Sol grinned, not willing to explain more.

“What about the more extreme decision?”

“That is simple. Just that you will have to forsake your powers and there may be a minuscule chance of dying if all the years of living as a witch suddenly crash down on you. For this, I would need a living witch willing to cooperate with the experiment or someone on death row.

“...And I believe you won’t tell me to accomplish the second option?”

“Yes, I won’t.”

This involved too much for him to simply provide everything he knew. Even more so since he only knew the first four witches.

“Persephone already filled me in about the current situation with Salem and I talked a little with Medea on the way. Let me be clear. I couldn’t care less about the witches as a whole.”

Even though he was facing a demigod he showed no fear as he spoke out the blunt truth about what he felt, “My sense of responsibility isn’t high enough that I would fight to apologize for the action of an ancestor that was alive one thousand years ago. The only reason I proposed this is that I love Medea and wish to give her peace of mind.

“For this, I am willing to apologize publicly and even erase the fake bad deeds of the witches. But that is as far as I am willing to go. In the past I would have given the way out free of charge but not anymore. They need to pay for their hubris.”

Sol did not care if he came off as arrogant or ridiculous by saying this. But he had aspirations…and he realized the fact that…for those aspirations to be realized, he had to make his words into reality.

“I am willing to participate in that hearing.”

His eyes were calm, like a deep sea that could withstand any tests the world could set upon it.

Until now, he had always been pretty passive about the events happening around him. But now he was a little tired of all of this bullshit.

The witches thought they did not need anything from him. That they could just ignore him if he were not to follow their wishes.

Then he would show them just how wrong they were.

He wanted to see what they would do when their future happiness would entirely become dependent on his willingness to help them.

The atmosphere became tense but in the end, Ambrosia just sighed out loud, “This situation came into existence because the council let their greed grow out of control.”

Since she had decided to be neutral in the first place, then she would do it all the way.

“Do as you wish, I will not intervene.”

Sol smiled but then shook his head, “Let me finish.”

How could he stop there? At the end of the day, no matter how strong the witches were, they were nothing more than fish and shrimp.

Only the four directions were White Shark but he already had one on his side. The only one left was the Great whale.

He did not need a neutral ally. He needed the alpha of the pack in his team.

“Ambrosia. As the strongest witch, you possess the knowledge and powers of all witches, right?”

Sol was not a hardcore player.

Why should he go through a lengthy and hard sub-quest when he could directly skip everything by using a glitch or a cheat code?

“I need your help.”

He firmly believed in working smarter, not harder.

“With your power and skills, all Hathor would lack is the knowledge of the succubus and human body. Once again something that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

The library in Salem was an important place as it contained the thesis and research made by all the witches. But this was only the physical manifestation of such knowledge.

The all-knowing witch. The one closest to being called ‘Omniscient’ in the mortal plains.

Why should he finish the quest using a level 40 NPC when he could obtain the power of a level 90 Boss?

“—and why should I help you now?”

He shrugged and showed the ring in his hand, “Your choice. You can refuse, in which case I will make an unfair deal with the witches and use their desperation to my advantage or you can accept and make everyone happy.”

Scales slowly grew on his body as he used the war mode to mute his feelings.

He did not like what he was doing.

He did not want to threaten Ambrosia.

But he had already wasted too much time doing things step by step.

He was done playing nice.

He had just realized that despite being able to help, Ambrosia did nothing until now. Not a single thing as she just sat there and observed everything in absolute silence.

Persephone may be struggling to keep Lilith alive but as a demigod, it should have been much easier for Ambrosia to treat and stabilize his dear aunt’s condition.

Medea could only rewind the time of Lilith’s body up to 24 hours but once again, Ambrosia could have done better. No one knew the limits of how much she could manipulate time with her will.

Even now, as they talked about La Befana, she was unconcerned and chose to do nothing and observe.

Furthermore, in the alternate reality where Skuld once lived, Lilith still died.

This shouldn’t have happened as he had already put Hathor as insurance before going to the Dragon Realm.

Logically speaking even without him present, Hathor should have met and observed Lilith and should have come to the same conclusion and Ambrosia would have had the choice to help them out.

This was nothing but speculation. But chances were high that he was right.

Of course, Ambrosia was in no way obligated to do anything.

She was not Lilith’s friend and neither was he particularly close to her.

It was her freedom to help out of her own volition and it was his freedom to blackmail her into helping him.

Freedom was truly a beautiful thing.

“One day. You have one day to make your decision.”

He left on those words. Tomorrow he would visit Camelia in order to have a talk with the goddesses.

(AN: When a nice guy is tired of being nice shit happens. Sol is pretty tired and the situation with Lilith isn’t helping his mood. Then he has to deal with witches' bullshit. War bullshit. World domination bullshit and many many more. A wonder my boy didn’t snap sooner.)