Son of the Hero King

Even though Sol had been unable to sense anything at first, the slow but steady increase in his power, paired with the distinct whispers of the threads of fate made sure that he couldn't ignore something incredible happening right under his nose.

What the heck?

He nearly jumped when the threads of fate started twisting around him, warning that something dangerous was about to happen.

“Sol, is something happening?” Camelia asked from Sol’s embrace. She had been snuggling in his embrace, drifting blissfully into sleep. That was why her voice was incredibly groggy, stirred awake from the sudden jolt she felt. But Sol shook his head and shushed her. Giving a kiss on her forehead.

“Sleep. I will explain later.” There was no need to explain now.

Camelia nodded and simply closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep. Meanwhile, in the room, a second Sol appeared out of nowhere and nodded to the Sol who was sleeping with Camelia before walking through the wall.

This was one of the skills Sol had obtained after ascending to the King realm. As long as it was within his sphere of control, he was able to create a projection of himself and by dividing his thoughts, he could control all of his projections simultaneously.

In a way, this was a nascent form of Omniscience, allowing him to be in many places simultaneously. Since all his projections existed in his sphere of control, they could act as relay stations and allow him to use his power and skills wherever his projections were placed.

***

Sol’s projection flew through the air toward the place where he felt the disturbance, invisible to all. At his level, impeding the perception of ordinary mortals was extremely easy.

If he used the full extent of his powers, creating a projection directly at his destination was not a problem for him as it was under his sphere of influence. However, Sol refrained from it as it was not exactly necessary for him.

The direction is… Duke Hermes’ residence?

Sol was quite surprised. Hermes was a Duke both as a leader and a warrior. There was no one else in the house with a similar sense of talent or power as him.

Well, there was one…

Theresa? Really?

He was positively mystified by his knowledge. As far as he could remember. Theresa has always been a weak but extremely resourceful woman. Some may even say she was… too resourceful.

Sol held immense respect for the diminutive woman. Sol did not doubt that he was a one-in-a-generation genius. But many factors had aligned perfectly to bring about his current achievements.

Theresa was different, however. She was the ultimate genius, the apex of all geniuses. An epoch-changing monster who could revolutionize an entire era with her talents alone.

What kind of discovery did she make this time?

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He thought inwardly as he stopped above Hermes’s mansion, wondering if he should enter or not.

From where he stood, he was able to look through the entire house and witnessed Theresa furiously sketching in her canvas as though she was possessed by the God of Schematics themselves. Her current condition did not allow her to stop, lest something irreversible may happen.

“An epiphany?” Sol nodded to himself, coming to an understanding of her current situation. It was impossible to disturb her at the moment.

In fact, he had to make sure there would not be the slightest disturbance to her. Thinking up till here, he moved his hands and created a miniature space bubble, encasing Theresa’s room within it and isolating her from the outside world. No one could enter now.

{Hermes. No one is to enter the basement where Aunt Theresa is working. I have already set up a barrier but better be safe than sorry.}

Sol could see Hermes jump at the sudden whisper entering directly into his mind but he ignored the man’s antics. The epiphany of a genius such as Theresa was something that should never be halted even if it meant the world would end the next second.

“I wonder just how much of a monster she will become now.” He could feel his blood rising in excitement at the thought.

Theresa had been a monster since practically forever. However, she was greatly limited by her mortal mind. Her ability to process information could never go past a certain level.

Now that she was a Duke and even had the potential to become a King, her processing power would simply be off the charts, completely different from anything she had been previously capable of. She might be able to work, 10 or perhaps 100 times faster than ever.

Thinking about this, two new projections appeared and flew in separate directions. One toward Milia and one toward Clara.

Sol had many plans for Lustburg's growth and Theresa was proving to be an essential piece for those plans to become reality.

To Clara, the message was simple. They had to start preparing more workers for the genius dwarf. The witches were extremely skilled but they couldn’t simply rely on them for everything.

It was necessary to find more skilled personnel from Lustburg itself rather than just depending on external entities. The initial screening would be left to the elf. He believed in her skill and judgment. The final screening would be done by him. There was no way he was about to let even the faintest possibility of something bad happen after all.

All the people who will work close to Theresa need to be completely and absolutely trustworthy.

As for Milia, the message he sent was even clearer.

“Capture all the spies who infiltrated Lustburg. No questions asked. No hesitation. Anyone who resists should be immediately executed.”

His orders were cold and blunt, leaving no concessions. He initially planned to leave the spies to play around a little and go back home with nothing to show. This way, there would be fewer spies infiltrating their kingdom later.

However, Theresa’s current condition had changed his mind. He would not leave anything to luck. He would make sure to exterminate all spies and possible assassins.

***

Milia had been walking toward the church when she found Sol appear next to her and share his orders before promptly vanishing like he had never existed in the first place.

“Well…” She sighed before tracing her steps back. She didn’t know why Sol went from mere observation to capture on sight and even elimination at the drop of a hat, but it wasn’t her place to question his decisions in the first place. Unless she thought it would do more harm than good that is.

“I guess it’s the best time to let the crew exercise their limbs a little.” The last time they were in full destruction mode was when Sol ordered the death of many rebels from the noble households.

Equipping her communicator, she promptly sent orders to all available agents.

“Ketia. Code Yellow. Full Freedom of action is allowed. Avoid disturbing the civilians at all costs and make it clean.” She unequipped the communicator and vanished into the shadows, complete silence descended at her departure.

This night promised to be extremely bloody and gory. After this night, she was sure that few would dare to bring their spies into Lustburg ever again.