A few days rolled away after Sol received the news of the impeachment motion.

While this news brought with it some complex complications, ultimately, Sol did not fear it. He had ensured that Lilith had not fought openly during the war, only entering the fray to fight against the goons of the Wings of Freedom.

The angels would have little legal ground to deal with him. What mattered more at the moment was protecting Lustburg from external attacks.

Chloe’s warning still echoed in Sol’s mind. He was sure he could protect Lustburg by employing his dimension, but he was not sure if he could keep the encroachment deployed full-time as Tiamat does in her territory in the Astral Realm.

To ensure the protection of Lustburg, he employed the witches to work on a new project. An ultra-large-scale plan was employed to envelop the whole of Lustburg in a dome-style defense. To top it all off, he planned to use magic circles as the base for his eventual hijacking.

To complete this project Sol had been bleeding nonstop for days on end. His blood was an essential medium for the circle. It was an endlessly uncomfortable chore, albeit, extremely necessary, he knew. The only good thing was that Kali and Persephone came out of his dimension not long ago and could make sure the other witches wouldn’t steal his blood for some of their experiments.

Not like they would be able to glean anything out of it anyway. He had made sure to not mix in his new divinity in that blood. Sol didn’t trust the other witches enough to risk his secret so soon.

***

Sitting on a reclining chair, Sol rested his mind in the confines of the church office. This was different from his normal place of work but there was a reason for this sudden workplace shift.

The office was not so different from his usual one in terms of design alone. Courtesy of Milia and Clara working hard to make sure he was not disturbed.

The only visible difference was the Phoenix insignia on display instead of the encircling Snake.

“So, why did you take over my office again?” Camelia’s voice echoed from his side. Leisurely sipping some coffee from her seat, she had voiced out her opinion in a nonchalant voice.

She was not wearing her usual white and gold nun clothes but rather a simple dress that gave the former Supreme Daughter a more approachable appearance. Her long brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail. Her eyes did not look in his direction but from the titling of her head, he knew that she was waiting for his answer.

“The atmosphere in the Tower is pretty stifling.” Sol shrugged. His brows furrowed as he looked at the documents detailing a plea for a raise for the Crown’s Shadow. It seemed like they had been quite active lately.

Because of their victory against Wratharis, spies from Wratharis, Envilya, Southern Pride, and even Greed Dike had been entering Lustburg in troves. He even had reports of people suspected to be chimera entering the border.

Most likely they recognized Echidna’s power from Milia and wanted to obtain more information regarding her.

Sol counted, “Freya is hounding me because of the promise we made but at the same time she is hounding me because of the wedding preparation, throwing more and more crazy ideas my way. Medea left the dimension but she is still meditating on her path towards the control of Time. Lilith meanwhile is avoiding me out of embarrassment because of the promise she made. Lilin is directing funny glances at me because she learned about Lilith’s promise. My relationship with Pandora is as awkward as ever. Some of the maids are literally in heat and get frisky with me.”

He couldn’t help but release a stretched-out sigh.

Camelia raised an eyebrow while chuckling to herself. “It seems like being free with your love is now coming to bite you back in the ass.”

“How crude,” Sol chided.

“What? I can’t say ass?” She laughed out loud and finished the coffee with a long sip before donning a more serious expression. It was time to get down to business.

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“Your love problem aside. What about that woman? Do you know where she is?”

“Dawn?” Sol looked up, his eyes trailing a golden string, “She is always in my line of sight. At the moment, it seems she has holed herself up in Wratharis.”

Another change after the war. Lilith was not the only woman avoiding him. Dawn had been using all possible excuses to avoid an audience with him. They both knew that if Sol wanted to see her, no number of excuses would change the situation.

But Sol was willing to give her some space, for now.

A few days ago, Dawn had asked to be transferred to Wratharis for a relief mission and also an apprenticeship under the Supreme Daughter of Ira. Technically, there was nothing bizarre about her request. After all, Holy Daughters had an obligation to serve and follow the Supreme Daughters of other goddesses.

This was one of the reasons why Chloe was still in Lustburg. But be it Sol, Camelia, or Dawn herself, they all knew that Dawn needed no such things.

“It’s possible she thinks that her Divine Kingdom is on the border between Lustburg and Wratharis. So, she must be exploring,” Sol nonchalantly explained his ideas.

“You are… quite relaxed about this matter.” She didn’t know what to say to the boy. This was quite literally a Divine Kingdom they were talking about. A direct path toward godhood.

Sol had not revealed all his secrets but he had explained the threats they were facing. Old gods coming back to life being their primary concern. Most of them had their Divine Kingdoms in the Divine Realm, which would make them nearly inaccessible due to the presence of the fourteen goddesses. However, there was always a catch. Some of those old fogies had their Divine Kingdom placed in the Astral Realm or Mortal Realm.

Those old gods were far more dangerous since if they recovered their Divine Kingdoms… they would directly get access to their full powers.

“I am not worried about Dawn.” Sol smiled. He was constantly following Dawn. No matter how far she was, she could never leave his sight. In fact, he was even keeping an eye on Hypnos.

Though the matter with Hypnos became complicated due to him being a False God. But since Sol only made sure to observe possible variables, things were still in his hands.

“I think I have more or less located the Divine Kingdom already. Had she asked me, I would have given her the coordinates. Sadly, she fled. Her loss, I guess.” He was finding the situation extremely entertaining.

Camelia did not share the same sentiments, however. “Giving back the Divine Kingdom? Why not use it for ourselves?”

If what Sol said was true, it was thanks to that Territory that Mars managed to become a Demigod so fast.

“It’s useless for us.” Sol showed obvious disdain at the thought of using their territory. “It would be one thing if Dawn was truly dead and her concept was free. But she is not. Anyone who fuses with her Divine Kingdom will only become a False Demigod at best. If they are lucky or talented, they might unearth some potential and grow close to becoming a False God but the chances are so miniscule it is as good as being not a possibility at all.”

Camelia could only show a bitter smile. Sol was showing disdain toward the so-called False Demigod realm but she knew that only very few people would refuse such a thing. After all, even the weakest Demigod was still a Demigod, false or not.

Sol did not try to explain himself. He knew that his vision of the world had greatly changed with the things he learned along his journey, especially after his talk with Adam.

The False Demigod realm might seem incredible for many but for the current Sol, it was only a waste. His sight had long since settled on Godhood and beyond that. But there was no need to focus on this now.

“How is Chloe?” Sol asked. Camelia knew he was obviously trying to change the topic so she simply nodded and answered, “She has been quite down recently. But she is preparing her luggage. She plans to leave once the Christmas celebration and your coronation and wedding are complete.”

“Christmas, huh.”

Christmas was quite a weird holiday in this place. After all, there was no Christ nor Santa here. Yet this was a holiday that had been introduced by his predecessors. Perhaps because they missed Earth.

Either way, since there was no worship of Christ, the date for Christmas was extremely loose and could be moved anytime in this period. Some consistency was generally required but Sol had pushed back the holiday because of the war.

Now though. He wanted to allow his citizens to have as much fun as possible while peace was still present.

It was his way of atoning in advance for all the wars he was going to wage.

“I will take a look at Chloe later. I wish to have a good talk with her before she returns to her home.” Sol knew he could easily capture Chloe and use his power to make her spill everything she knew. He could also use her as a hostage. She was a Holy Daughter after all.

But that was not his wish.

Chloe was his first friend. Someone he cared for greatly and he did not wish to harm her.

At the same time, Sol was not one to let sentiment cloud his judgment. The very moment Chloe left Lustburg, Sol would forgo all their friendship and consider her as a future enemy if necessary.

He respected her loyalty to her Kingdom. But Sol respected those who were loyal to him even more.

He sighed and looked at the last document on his table. His hand had never stopped moving even as he talked with Camelia. This one document made him pause a bit.

After all, this was a plea from soldiers on the frontier. They were pleading for Gerald to have a second trial with his achievements in the war added to the case.

They wished for him to be pardoned or at least have a lighter sentence. Sol could have dismissed it but he decided to think deeply about it.

Back then, Sol had been devastated by Gerald's betrayal. What's more, unlike Kali, Gerald didn’t have a demigod-level mother protecting her. So, Kali ended up receiving a light sentence while Gerald received a far harsher one.

Now, looking at it with more mature eyes, he still did not regret his decision. Gerald’s crime was worthy of death. So, a simple exile was already leniency.

Yet his feelings were less raw. Less hurt.

He closed his eyes and approved the document, putting it in a separate list. A copy of this would be sent to the Highland family.

What they decided to do with this information would be up to them. For now, Sol would rather focus on the people that he truly cared for.

Such as,

“So… Camelia. Did you think about my proposal?” He asked her gently. It was now time to deal with her problem.