SON OF THE HERO KING

Chapter 683: Nefertiti

While Sol was busy engaging in dialogue with his fellow dragons and a very uncomfortable Dragon Slayer, a meeting between his women from the Mortal Realm and the Astral Realm was underway in a secretive location of the World Tree.

As they were all precious guests, all of the women who followed Sol were given their personal rooms. Meanwhile, Nefertiti, who had some influence as a cult leader also had her own designated room.

However, Kiyohime had an entire temple dedicated to her. Given her identity as the Dragon Queen, it was only natural for her to have a temple dedicated to her as the elves worshiped her to a level of fanaticism that only Tiamat or recently Sol could contend against.

The temple itself was thousands of years old, a memento of the very first time she had descended on the Mortal Realm, among the elves. It was one of the oldest establishments of the realm and had a grandeur to match its history.

In the bedroom of the temple, where Kiyohime was resting, there was a certain sense of tension in the air as two women faced each other unblinking. Both had gentle smiles on their face, hiding the most minute hints of their true emotions. However, one did not need to be a goddess to understand that they were actively confronting each other, sizing each other up.

Camelia Castitas and Nefertiti Castitas.

In a strange twist of fate, as a phoenix, Nefertiti could be considered Camelia's direct superior. However, since Camelia had lost her blessing, the situation had gotten far more complicated than it should have been.

Even so, the first one to bow was none other than Nefertiti.

“You must be Camelia Castitas. Though your hair does not match your status, the remains of energy you emanate can never be mistaken. I am Nefertiti. Nothing but a humble servant, believer, and… lover. Lord Husband told me much about you. As well as nearly everyone here.” She said while looking curiously at Pandora. She wondered why that succubus was using an illusion even amongst them. However, she did not feel the need to ask.

She also introduced neither her family name nor race. For she only considered those traits to be secondary to her true identity.

Camelia gave a demure smile and waved her hand, “I have lost my blessing already. As I am now, I am not even a proper Duke rank. There is no need to bow to me.”

Her voice was calm, serene almost. Camelia felt no distress at her loss of power. She knew very well that it was only a question of time before she started walking a new path. One paved by her love just for her.

“You are wrong.” Nefertiti shook her head and the fake smile she had worn until now changed into a very genuine one as she gazed at Camelia.

“Lord Husband has told me everything regarding you, including the stories of his time in the Mortal Realm before he ascended to the Astral. That is why I know that without you, I would have perhaps never gotten the chance to meet and create such a relationship with him. In many ways, you are a great benefactor of mine.”

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This was Nefertiti’s genuine feelings. She knew that Camelia was the one who hatched all those plans to make sure Sol would enter the Phoenix realm. Even though her objective was not exactly pure. Nefertiti knew how much this decision changed everything.

If she had never met Sol, she would still be living her boring and mundane life as a doll with nothing better to do or perhaps participate in Nent’s experiments. Her greatest achievement in life would remain her ethereal beauty, or perhaps siring a strong hybrid child in the future.

Now though, she had experienced so much more than her fate had dictated for her. She was now the leader of a cult and was worshiping a man who would undoubtedly become something close to a god, if not God, in the future.

Beyond all that, she found someone who could fill the ever-gaping hole in her heart with his love and presence. Someone she loved and felt safe with. Someone she would be able to share eternity with.

This simple fact alone was worth more than everything she could ever obtain and this gift was obtained thanks to the woman in front of her.

Then she gazed at the other two women, “You must be Lady Persephone. Your hair is exceedingly striking if I say so myself.”

“Indeed. Though I wonder what Sol may have said about me.” Persephone wore the same mysterious expression as always as she inspected Nefertiti.

She had heard from Sol that Nefertiti was perhaps one of the most beautiful women in all the realms. Back then, Persephone had simply scoffed at that claim. After all, she had met many beautiful women in her life, both on the Mortal and the Astral Realm. Some could even make entire countries fall with just a word if they wished. ?????Ë?

However, seeing Nefertiti now seated in front of her, Persephone realized for the first time that there existed a form of beauty in this world that even her mind could not comprehend. Such was the extent of Nefertiti’s beauty.

Is it a name or some kind of power? Perhaps a concept itself? She wondered for a few seconds before discarding further curiosity. She did not have the right to ask that question, nor she was willing to. Sooner or later, the girl would explain the situation herself. This happened to all of them.

The next harem council meeting will be interesting.

She laughed inwardly already imagining the chaos that would transpire.

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Of the three women who followed Sol, the only one who seemed to show some kind of true discomfort was none other than Pandora. She was fidgeting, making sure that she would not look in Nefertiti's direction or cross her gaze.

What in the goddesses' name is up with this monstrous woman?

Pandora was a Succubus. The Queen of Succubi in fact and a King ranked being. As such, one of the things she was most used to was observing and analyzing pleasure. This was something that heavily influenced someone's thoughts or actions.

When looking at Nefertiti, all Pandora could see was a large cloud of pure pink obscuring the woman in a misty haze.

The haze represented sexual desire and one could only say that Nefertiti was terribly pent up.

However, that did not surprise Pandora.

In their inherent form, all pleasures were born from the selfishness of one’s heart. This was inevitable. Very few people could go beyond their basic desires.

Nefertiti was vastly different, however.

I have never seen such a pure pink color. Pandora looked awestruck.

All she could feel from Nefertiti was a pure, almost blind devotion.