Sol couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the legs as he walked down toward the private zone reserved for his teacher. He couldn’t help but wonder if Milia was in reality a succubus with how she had completely squeezed him dry.

‘Well, I should focus now.’

Edea Asmodeus, the witch of time, is also known as the Witch of the West.

Edea was his teacher in magic studies, even though he couldn’t use mana until his awakening, and even then, he wouldn’t be able to learn witchcraft, for it was something only witches themselves could do, he was still happy to have her as a teacher.

The distance between the resting quarters and Edea’s domain was quite far so it took him a while to finally reach it. It didn’t help that he was slightly exhausted after his earlier moment with Milia.

When he finally stopped, he was standing in front of an ordinary-looking wall. Then, after taking a deep breath, he slowly knocked on wall three with a certain rhythm. Anyone looking at this would have been confused and wondered what he was doing. But for Sol, this was nothing more than an old ceremony.

The moment he finished knocking, a weak light seemingly scanned him from head to toe before the part of the wall he stood in front of, transformed into a black door on which there was a motif of a scarlet snake eating its tail.

This was the representation of Asmodeus. One of the fourteen divine divine beasts. In this country, he was a respected entity as the representative of Goddess Luxuria.

“How long do you plan to stand there like a dunce?”

A sweet but regal voice pulled him out of his musing. He knew that he had already made her wait and one shouldn’t mess around with Time in front of the Witch of Time. Straightening his clothes and mustering the brightest smile he could, he pushed open the door and entered his teacher's private space.

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Unlike what one would expect, the door did not lead to an indoor room but something completely different.

‘Every time I see this scene I can’t help but marvel at the sight.’

On the other side of the door was a large green pasture.

The wind stirred gently, the sun shined high in the sky, and a little far away, seated around a white table and sipping tea from a seemingly expensive teacup was what looked like a young girl in her teenage years, not unlike Sol. If one had to choose two words to describe her, it would be white and black or monochrome in short.

Even from here, the view felt like it was directly taken out of a fairy tale.

Of course, like all fairy tales, the outward beauty was hiding another darker side.

Her young appearance and gentle manner would make one mistake her for a weak and helpless girl but there was nothing more wrong than such an assumption. For she was in reality a being far older than the very Kingdom he was an heir of and could be said to be one of the founding members of Lustburg.

But for Sol, all those titles did not matter. All he cared for was that she was his dear and irreplaceable teacher.

“My, my, are you still going to gawk at your teacher?”

The moment she raised her head, Sol was startled awake by her gaze. If people were asked what her most striking feature was, some people would answer her jet-black dress that seemed to be made out of darkness itself as it sucked the light surrounding it. Meanwhile, some would answer, her long white hair that reached her feet and seemed to reflect all light in its purest form.

But for Sol, what stood out the most was her eyes. Heterochromia, it is called. One of her eyes was as red as a sea of blood, while the other eye was shining gold, reminiscing of the sun.

As he walked towards her, he slowly genuflected and took her outstretched hand in his as he gave a kiss to her fingers.

“Of course teacher. You know well how legendary your beauty is.”

A small enigmatic smile formed on her youthful face as she spoke,

“You are such a flirt, you remind me of your ancestor. It was also how he tricked me in this tower.”

Sol let out a bitter smile at this accusation. He knew that even though she seemed dissatisfied, she didn’t hold any animosity against him. He didn’t understand why though. After all, in her place, he would have most likely gone crazy if his loved one betrayed him after promising him everything.

“Fufufu~!! Don’t make such a face. You know very well that I do not see Jupiter's actions as a slight against me. I have never regretted giving everything I had to him.”

“But-”

“Enough about that, I shouldn’t have brought this up in the first place. The weather is pleasing today, why don’t you have some tea?”

She chided him gently as she pinched his nose with affection.

Sol frowned a little, before sighing as he got up under the loving look of Edea, she murmured as he took place in front of her.

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“Each day as I look at you, it fills me with joy. You are growing so well. You are already a little taller than me. I still remember the little kid who entered this zone by accident with his slave but looked at me stubbornly as he protected her behind him.”

“Please stop. No need to remind me of that embarrassing day.”

The door that led to this world could only be opened by the blood of the royal family and no one else. Back then, Sol and Setsuna were playing in this part of the tower when she slightly wounded him accidentally with her claws.

It was nothing but a little accident. Something that happened regularly since as far as he could remember. But on that day, this little accident changed everything as droplets of his blood splashed on the door, thereby opening it against the wishes of Edea.

'Back then I thought I would faint from fright.'

Meeting Edea had been quite a shock. After all, at her level, she was already outside of what mortals could understand. Since she had been surprised at their sudden appearances, she had no time to rein in the natural pressure she emanated.

For Sol, it had been like facing a giant and horrible monster in the dark with nothing to protect himself. Thankfully he managed to not make a fool out of himself in that situation. Though, If he had to be honest, had he been alone, he would have cried and begged for his life without hesitation. Sol could only marvel at how strong not wishing to look uncool in front of your crush could make some people.

Unaware of Sol’s funny thought, Edea continued the discussion. "So, tell me, it seems like those two days were particularly busy."

Sol nodded without bothering to try hiding anything. If it wasn’t evident by now, Edea was in reality not a guess in this place.

Initially, this tower itself wasn't created to serve as a castle but as a prison—A prison that the First King used to seal Edea.

Thankfully, Edea wasn't just any witch. In the first place, she would have never been sealed if not for her not fighting back when his ancestor betrayed her. The proof was that she managed to change what should have been a prison into her very own Witch’s lair. She had full control over all the defense system, and could also see everything going on inside the tower if she so wished.

The discussion between the two of them continued gently until Sol posed a question that had been tugging at his mind.

"Teacher. Tell me, how was my father?"

He had never really been curious about his father until now. On one hand, as someone from another world, he already had parents and didn't see Mars as a father. As if it wasn’t enough, since his parents died too soon, the ones to raise him were Lilith, Milia, Camelia, and in a certain way, Edea.

Sol knew how Lilith saw his father but he also knew that she was crazy over him. As such, he wished to have the opinion of others who had spent time with him.

Edea stirred her tea as she crossed her legs. Her thigh showed a little hint of skin from the slit of the gown she was wearing.

She wasn’t really surprised by Sol's sudden question for she knew what had happened with Lilith not long ago. She wondered how she should introduce this.

She had many fond memories of Mars but she knew that Sol didn’t just want an embellished version of the truth.

"Your father… If I had to say, your father was a charismatic idiot."

As she spoke, she looked up at him with a large smile.

"Mars was also a student of mine as you know. But the way he found me was a little different. The one who brought him here was little Lilith. She was curious and didn't believe in the legend. So she brought him here and opened the door."

It was clear that she could see this scene in her mind. Her smile was so dazzling. The fact that Edea was still sealed in the tower was a fact few knew even to this day. For others, her existence was more akin to a legend or a tale told to children as they were about to sleep.

Of course, as a witch, she was rarely the good guy in those stories.

"When they entered they reacted the same way you and Setsuna did. They were frightened, but Mars didn't hesitate to stand in front of Lilith, though his legs were shivering. Fufufu~! Just remembering this scene makes me laugh so much."

She liked how both Son and Father reacted the same way and tried to protect the one they cared for. It was a heartwarming vision for her who had been betrayed. This helped her understand that not everyone had an ugly heart.

"The moment I saw Mars, I immediately understood that he was different. Even though he was far from being 18 years old back then, he could already use mana. Albeit unconsciously.

"At 18, he did something that hadn’t happened since the Era of Jupiter and managed to contract with the direct child of one of the 14 divine beasts. Your mother. Blaze Dragona. She was the direct and most cherished daughter of Tiamat, the divine beast of Pride."

Sol nodded, his being half-dragon was one of the reasons he was so much stronger than normal despite not awakening.

Speaking of Blaze, Edea became a little excited.

"Blaze was a true monster. With her pedigree, the fact that your father managed to make a contract with her was seen as legendary. But it didn't stop there. At 19, he was already recognized as a King rank being. Finally, at 23, he was crowned as the strongest ruler in all the history of Lustburg."

Sol’s hand shivered at those words. He could see the trail of what could only be called a true legend. In five years, Mars walked a path most could never hope to reach. In fact, for most beings in this world, reaching the Duke rank was already a feat worthy of acclamation. It was only after reaching that level that one walked out of the gate of Mortality.

"But in my opinion, his greatest quality wasn’t his talent, but the way he pulled people toward him. It was honestly scary to see. In a few words, he could change an enemy into his best friend. He was loved by all the populace and no one dared to defy his reign.

"The same applies abroad. He had friends in all the six other kingdoms. Prince, Princess, Religious leaders, Generals. He was also the sole man who was able to travel the Astral realm as he wished."

The Astral realm was a zone where all divines beasts and special creatures outside of the main races lived in. Humans in the mortal realm could only enter that realm once in their entire lives and it was the moment they needed to bet their everything to find a suitable partner.

But this rule didn’t apply to Mars.”

"Sol," Edea uttered, her eyes blazing with conviction, "Your father was a true monster. If he was still alive, there was no doubt Lustburg would have stopped being a kingdom and would have transformed into an empire."

This was the truth of Mars Luxuria. Truly a great man he was. Still,

"Despite all of that, he was such a kid when facing women, especially the more forward ones. When they approached him, he'd start stuttering like a kid got caught doing something bad by his parents fufufu~!"

Her smile changed into a teasing one as she continued.

"Frankly, I'm more convinced it was your mother who proposed rather than your father, I just can't imagine him being proactive with women, with how they can easily lead him by the nose."

Sol gave an awkward smile. It was really sad how whenever Mars was praised, they would immediately pull out his dark history with women.