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.

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.