The soft music of a harp sounded in the large room as the people sat around the relatively large table.
This was also the sole source of the noise. Even though the group currently dining was quite sizable, they ate in perfect and utter silence.
At the head of the table was Camelia, on her right sat Sol and on her left the Duchess Milaris.
The rectangular table was clearly divided into two camps, with Sol’s camp being quite empty. Still, this did not seem to bother him a bit.
The table was filled with delicious but light food, befitting their status. It wouldn’t be a mistake to say that if converted in money, the food put on this table was enough to feed a commoner family for more than 3 months and more.
One would think that with the obvious dislike the Duchess had, the table would be filled with a heavy atmosphere and they wouldn’t be wrong to think as such. At least that would have been the case if not for the presence of the Supreme Daughter— Camelia.
If Caria’s dislike for Sol was known to everyone, then the same went for Camelia’s absolute love for him.
Some rumors even stated that Camelia was most likely the true mother of Sol, but of course, this kind of rumor was only circulated by the general populace.
Once the dishes were finished, the Duchess cleared her throat as she directed her stare towards Camelia.
“Your holiness. I thank you for this sumptuous feast. The reason I sought you today was somewhat sensitive. Would it be too much to ask for a private dinner? We could let the children discuss between them in the meantime, what do you say?”
Even the nun playing the harp missed a note and was brought to a halt as perpetual silence descended. The previously calm atmosphere suddenly became a little chilly.
Sol, who was previously minding his own business, raised his hand to stop Setsuna from unsheathing her blade. He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked,
“Duchess. Please, could you please tell me which authority allowed you to decide anything in my stead?”
“Oh?! I see, I am terribly sorry for my oversight and so?”
He had to hold the urge to not punch her smug face.
This sentence of hers was nothing more than naked provocation. No matter how powerful she was as a Duchess, Sol was still the crown prince of the kingdom. His position wasn’t something that should be challenged.
“I am terribly sorry. But I mean, the truth is that you are indeed a child. What’s more, I did not think that you would be so petty as to not allow an old woman like me to treat you as such. I heard that lord Gerald and you were rather close, could it be that you discriminate against me precisely?”
‘Of course bitch. Why the fuck would I put you at the same level as Gerald ?’
Sol was about to try to defend himself but a fair hand covered his right hand and brought him to silence. He turned and faced Camelia as she stood while facing the Duchess.
“Sol Luxuria is the crown prince and the future king. There’s absolutely nothing I have to hide from him. Duchess, if what you want to speak about is particularly urgent, I can find a private space for the three of us to discuss. What do you think?”
The atmosphere tensed as Caria and Camelia stood in a deadlock. Finally, an enigmatic smile emerged on Caria’s face,
“…I see. Then I will take my leave. This dinner was truly an eye-opening experience.”
Then without further ado, she turned on her heels and walked towards the door while her cohort silently followed her.
Once she reached the door though, she stopped short before glancing over her shoulders to address Sol,
“Your highness, let me say this at least. If you do not want to be treated as a child, you should leave the skirt of your aunt. As you are now, you aren’t even a hundredth of the man your father was at your age.”
A shadow swallowed her and her group when she finished her words as she left. Their smirks were the last thing he saw.
Somewhere, far from the church in a remote castle, the shadow around the room squirmed before slowly stretching out as two silhouettes walked out of it.
It was the Duchess and her butler, who also served as her contract. Her family members were nowhere to be seen.
“Mistress, was it wise to antagonize the heir so openly? If he even has half the talent of his father upon his awakening, he will without a doubt become a powerhouse. Perhaps he will even get a class S spirit.”
A smirk of derision and mockery formed on the duchess’s face,
“Do you think S class is something anyone can obtain and get into a contract? What more, so what if he has the talent? Do you think this fledgling could do anything with just talent?”
“…His father was already a monster at his age…”
“So? He isn’t his father. Never will he be. There’s only one Mars. Never compare him to that child again. Now, please make me some tea. I need to reassess the situation and plan accordingly.”
“Yes my lord.”
As he walked, he took a look at the wall behind the duchess where the pictures of a man with long golden hair and sky blue eyes stood proudly. It seemed like an older Sol. This was without a doubt, Mars.
‘She is truly a poor woman… ‘
He of course did his best to not look at all the other portraits of the same man that littered the room.
‘…But still crazy as fuck.’
“*Sigh* No need to be so angry. It isn’t like I really care about that. Also, I am already used to being compared to my father.”
After the duchess and her cohort left, Camelia wasn’t in the mood anymore and dismissed everyone. Setsuna was given the usual room that she used when Sol visited the church. It wouldn’t be wrong to call it their second home.
“Oh, my poor baby. Don’t worry I am here. I am sure you will show them what you can do once you awaken. This will shut some of those bastards up.”
Camelia reached Sol who was sitting on his bed and took him into a tight hug. Her bouncy breasts nearly robbed him of his ability to breathe as they smothered him in their cushy softness.
A bitter smile spread on his face at her words. This was one of the reasons he didn’t like meeting her.
In his life, Sol had three great influences.
Milia, who was basically like a mother to him. She was the very first person he saw when he woke up in this world.
Lilith, who played the role of the strict aunt. She never displayed any form of outward affection to him, but he knew how important he was to her.
Finally, Camelia. The doting aunt. The one who always treated him as a child no matter how old he became and embarrassed him without even meaning to.
This made things really awkward for him. The worst was that he couldn’t even hate her because he knew that she didn’t mean anything bad. She just liked him… A little bit too much.
Moreover, well, she was sexy as hell. It helped a lot in coping with his indignations. In terms of body figures, she didn’t lose to Milia or Lilith. And those hips. Oh dear lord!! He had to admit that rather than a breast man, he had always preferred butt more.
Setsuna’s butt was firm and toned from years of training. But Camelia’s was soft and large without disturbing her curvy body line.
“Please Camelia, could you let me go? I am not a child anymore.”
“Oh~? Oh my. Who would have thought that little Sol saw me in such a way? Or perhaps did doing it with Milia awaken the beast in you?”
“Fufufu~! Don’t give me that shocked look. I have my ways. What’s more, I must admit that I had been waiting for this for so long.”
Sol hid a shiver of anticipation. It couldn’t be, right? Perhaps he wasn’t understanding what she meant.
“Ne! Sol. You do know that even though we are known as the church of Castitas, we do not preach to our believers to never have romantic relationships? As long as it does not transform into promiscuity they are free to do as they wish. Love and lust are two sides of the same coin. As such, even the nuns are allowed to marry whenever they wish to. But…”
Letting her words trail a bit, she straddled him and locked his blue eyes with her own.
Camelia was truly a beautiful woman. Long golden hair and sky blue eyes akin to Sol’s.
Those features weren’t just random. Only people blessed by the Goddesses could have golden hair.
In this world, fifteen Goddesses existed. The ones whom humans believed in and venerated were Luxuria and Castitas.
“…But, the Supreme daughter is different. We can only marry either after we finish grooming a new successor or if the one we want to marry is from the royal family. I don’t need to explain more to you right?”
He could only gulp audibly as an answer.