Semua Bab The Hero King: Bab 11 - Bab 20

'So basically my father was the stereotypical archetype of the main character in Japanese Isekai Novels.'He knew for a fact that the story couldn't be that simple, also there were still many little things, crucial secrets, he wasn't told or made aware of but frankly, it didn't matter to him. His father's past wasn't an issue he wanted to muse on for the time being. He had other more pressing things to handle."Master, what do you think I should do?"Yes, this was the crux of the matter. When you don't understand, simply ask someone knowledgeable, seek and request solutions, or a path you could tread. Discussions always lead to the answers you seek — it’s been that way since time immemorial.It was a rule — a rule Sol lived by throughout the entirety of his life. Be it in this world or in the previous one, that was his motto.Edea, hearing his question simply smiled, a heartwarming smile, knowing that she was someone Sol could lean on to when debilitating on a matter. Hence, she prese

Finished with the boring yet necessary lessons for his future role as a King, Sol was now free to do what he really wished to do all day; as was the case for any day for as long as he remembered.Walking, nigh sprinting, towards the stables while keeping his noble appearance intact, by some measure, Sol barely managed to hide his excitement, until he found himself face to face with another person — his next instructor."Prince Sol, I am happy that you took your precious time to come learn from this old man. I hope you had a beautiful day, today."Smiling at the words of the white-haired old man bowing in front of him, Sol wanted to answer casually but remembered where he was.Right now, he was outside the tower, but still close to it. He understood that he shouldn't go too far as long as he didn't awaken and obtain a reliable way to defend himself, he had to be very careful about his safety."Do not worry lord Gerald. You are a man I respect very much and taking lessons from you has a

Not dense, unlike your average harem protagonist, Sol was aware when he was receiving an invitation for a steamy session of carnal indulgence.In fact, perceptive as he was from a young age, he always had the nagging feeling that Camelia's love for him was slowly morphing into something less than platonic. The only thing stopping her previously from taking any sort of action was that he was a minor, a child to speak plainly.However, with him nearing the demarcation age of fifteen, he could already be considered an adult, by this world's standards, in every sense of the word. He having a nice couple of nights of passion with Milia, and his other trysts with the maids, also helped her to make the necessary step. Everything incorporated, Camelia was now ready to take their relationship to the step she was waiting for, for ages.Feeling bold, he casually stretched out his hands, brazenly groping her ample breasts through her white dress. Feeling them up, he instantly felt her momentarily

In the quiet bedroom, only the sound of two people breathing rhythmically could be heard. Camelia’s breathing was calming down to an even pace. Sol lowered his head and turned her a bit sideways. Then he enveloped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest. He simply embraced her for a while and then began to cover her lips, eyes, and forehead with soft affectionate kisses. “Ha-ha, that’s ticklish.” “Shall I make it not ticklish?” Sol whispered softly and gently bit her neck. His hand stealthily moved from her back to her waist but she twisted her body and naturally pushed his hand away. When the smooth supple sensation of her skin disappeared from his palm, he reached out stubbornly and grabbed her butt instead. This time, Camelia pushed away from his chest. “We can’t. I have a lot to do, so I have to get up early tomorrow morning.” “What do you have to do?” Camelia caressed his face as she spoke, "The ceremony for your awakening will happen in the tower, but th

The grating sounds of sword clashing against sword, resonated deeply in the hanging garden of the tower of babel. Sparks flew, and exchanges were made. In the middle of the clearing stood a ring, there… two people were fighting. No hesitation reflected in their moves, matching speed, strength, and skills in a macabre display, trying their utmost to best the other and emerge triumphant. One of them, a young golden streaked, and blonde-haired boy, was sweating profusely due to the unceasing combat that followed till now. An extremely focused expression, however, persisted on his handsome face, his body precisely evading the blows and murderous slashes of his opponent. Still, he didn't stop there, answering his opponent's relentless strikes with equally brutal attacks of his own. The other person, a sapphire blue-haired young woman, clearly slightly older than the boy, had a much more relaxed expression and overall body language during the length of the exchange. Still, her gait was f