Son of the Hero King-Chapter 688: Waking up

Opening her eyes, Nefertiti found herself lying down on a soft bed.

A familiar ceiling. She thought to herself, looking at the room's ceiling she had been using for some time now in Southern Pride.

“Had sweet dreams?” The voice brought her out of her reverie, and Nefertiti finally noticed the presence of The Witch of Life.

Her name was Persephone, if I recall correctly. She thought as she observed the green-haired woman with curiosity. After all, “What is this attire?” Nefertiti asked in a bewildered tone, unable to believe her eyes.

The previous green robe was not on her at the moment, instead, her body was covered with a skimpy red skirt filled with fluffy edges and a sleeveless red top that exposed her upper chest in a delectable fashion.

The attire confused Nefertiti. On the one hand, those clothes were clearly specialized for winter. But there was not much snowfall in Southern Pride and, in the first place, how could a King-ranked being like Persephone be affected by something like the weather?

“Heh, I can see that you are curious about my attire. But first, I need to say… Congratulations on reaching the next realm.” Persephone delivered with a calm voice and even clapped a little.

“Ah…” Nefertiti had finally remembered. She had been talking with Persephone and the others when she finally got the enlightenment she needed and ascended to the next realm.

“Thank you, Miss Persephone,” Nefertiti answered, still grasping at straws to understand the situation fully. “How long was I asleep?” She had a hard time adjusting her internal clock.

“Not much really. Just around a day.”

“I see. Only a… Pardon?” Nefertiti looked at Persephone like she was crazy. How could a simple ascension to the King-realm knock her out for an entire day? The notion felt ludicrous to her.

“Let me explain. Otherwise, we will be here for a long time.”

So, Persephone started to explain everything that happened. After her ascension began, Sol simply observed from afar and forbade people from approaching or helping her.

Her ascension created a vortex of energy that not only nourished the world and repaired nature but also helped in the advancement of many of the elves.

A blessing to the world in many ways.

When everything ended, Nefertiti was completely out cold and was carried to her room by Sol who made sure to keep her safe and stayed close to her for nearly all day.

After that, he was forced to leave Nefertiti's bedside because of an important discussion with the elves.

Persephone admitted that she did not have all the details but, basically, most of the problems they had were resolved at record speed. The alliance talk with the elves went relatively well and they even had a discussion with the Succubi Princess, Anastasia.

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There was also talk about possible weddings or a simple relationship between the two countries and while Sol did not directly accept or reject, he proposed that Satella follow him to the Babel.

The elves were already mostly self-sufficient and the role of the Queen was more a matter of regulation and tradition than anything truly major. Siegfried was also given permission to enter Lustburg.

But he refused, for now, quoting that someone needed to stay and protect their home just in case.

“I can not fault him.” Persephone said, “The situation in the Mortal Realm is full of problems and as the strongest fighter in Southern Pride, he couldn’t exactly leave with peace of mind. Thankfully we reached a solution for that problem.”

Persephone smirked, “The two young dragons and the Dragon Queen, also wanted to follow but, in the end, they were unable to do that. Clearly, Grandpa Asmodeus is still not intent on letting any living dragon enter Lustburg. But in this case, this came pretty handy because Siegfried acknowledged that his presence wouldn’t really be necessary with the Dragon Queen.”

“Even the Dragon Queen was rebuked. Does Lord Asmodeus not fear Lady Tiamat?” Nefertiti asked, trying to wrap her head around the information she received. ℞α₦ỔＢĚṢ

“Tiamat might be strong but our dear grandpa is not a weakling either, you know? I doubt she can bully him in submission like she likes to do with other weaker people.” Persephone expressed her feelings. She might not like Asmodeus much.

But only the witches were allowed to insult that sloppy and careless man. Persephone would not let anyone else disrespect him… outside of perhaps Sol.

Nefertiti showed a smile befitting her immense beauty, “Thank you for sharing all that information.”

“It’s normal. Sol was really worried about you and, as much as I do not care about you, I know he would be sad if we showed an open and hostile relationship.”

“You are quite direct, Miss Persephone.”

“I was told on many occasions that I have a venomous tongue. Does it bother you?”

“Not all. I am happy people like you are around Lord Husband. Furthermore, the indifference is mutual. So, there is no need to feel sad or guilty.”

The two women exchanged gentle but chilly laughs as they observed each other. Persephone in particular felt extremely wary and could not help but want to stand up and leave this place.

Her power became stronger and entered a new level. She thought grimly. If before she could take Nefertiti lightly, Persephone could not say that she would be able to win without sacrificing a few important pieces at the moment.

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Furthermore, this power was still nothing but the result of a novice not understanding their limits.

Just what kind of Concept and Name did she obtain?

Persephone was curious. Oh, so curious. But she held herself back. Asking about such aspect to someone you were not close to was no different from a crime and were punished as such.

“So, now that you have explained all of this. I still do not understand the nature of your current attire and why I can see you holding folded clothes. Finally, and the most important question, where is my Lord?”

Nefertiti watched perplexed as Persephone approached her while holding red clothes that seemed similar to the one Persephone was wearing.

For a phoenix born in the desert, winter clothes were of no utility. But she was also pretty sure that winter clothes shouldn’t be this revealing in the first place.

“Firstly, Sol is… Well. Let’s say he is currently being taken care of by many elves in one of their open baths. As for why I am wearing this and why you will wear the same thing in a few moments? Haha, we have a holiday in Lustburg, called Christmas and Sol asked that you wear those clothes. Any dissatisfaction?”

“None.” Nefertiti did not argue further and simply took the offered clothes and changed into them.

She felt no shame disrobing in front of Persephone. However, once Nefertiti stood in front of the mirror, she could not help but freeze for a brief moment.

She finally realized something she had been unconsciously ignored until now.

“My hair.” She muttered.

Her hair, once a beautiful shade of brown was now replaced by beautiful silver-white hair. Not unlike the gleaming scales her Lord showed in his dragon form.