"Wait!" Eris screamed out running in between Ikaris and Han and almost losing her head if Ikaris had not kicked the back of her knee causing her to fall.
"You moron, where have you ever seen someone run into the path of a sword in motion and live?" Ikaris chastised her and slapped her on the back of her head.
"Heroes, it is unbecoming of you to fight in the presence of others," A young woman spoke up from the side, she was almost a perfect copy of the queen, even without asking, nobody would deny that this girl was that woman's daughter, she wore her hair the same, her dress was the same, she as a mini queen.
"I apologise for my mother's bluntness, she is overworked," She gave them a small bow as she approached. "I am Darla Vermon, Princess of Argom, and I will be overseeing your affairs on the Queen's orders.
"A princess as a guide?" Sol mumbled and looked at Han who was ogling the princess without even checking his surroundings. "Are these people that desperate?"
Please follow me, I will explain anything else you need to know as we walk, this gathering is dismissed," Princess Vermon waved gently to the court, and everyone began leaving immediately.
"I thought this place was gonna be a bore, but who would expect that I would be in the presence of a beautiful princess so soon?" Han asked, walking next to the princess and casually speaking to her.
"Hero Han Young," The princess stopped and looked at him seriously. "You are not the strongest among the heroes, that title belongs to Miss Ikaris, I will only speak casually to the strongest, I will only dine with the strongest, a mere hero should know his place," She glared at him.
"Heh, they're all the same, pretty little devils," Sol chuckled to himself.
"Did you say something?" The princess turned her attitude towards Sol.
"Don't mind me, princess, I'm not even a hero, just play your part and I will stay out of your way," Sol smirked at her resting his hand on Ikaris's head, while the goddess herself was not even listening to a thing as she focused on Sol's hand with a small blush.
"Sol, your hand is so warm..." Ikaris couldn't bare it anymore and grabbed Sol's hand, hugging him against herself and sighing. "When can we be alone again?" She asked, and the male hero next to them groaned in annoyance.
"What's your deal man?" The hero asked, and Sol looked over his head, opening his status window forcefully.
[ Name- Bruce Chaolung
Race- Human
Level- 011
Title- Hero
Skills- None
Class- Shield
Buffs- None
Blessing- Hero's Blessing
Curse- None
Special- None ]
Unimpressive
After seeing Bruce's stats, Sol ignored him and looked at Ikaris.
"Can you see my stats?" He asked, and she looked up at him.
"No, when I try it says error," Ikaris chuckled.
"That is probably for the best, Imagine f they actually could see your previous stats?" She asked, and he looked at her intrigued.
"What would they be then?"
"Judging by the strength of the strongest person I saw, which just so happens to be this princess here with a level of 202, your level by the end of the great war would have been somewhere between eighty to a hundred..." She admitted.
"A hundred thousand?" Sol asked sceptically, but the goddess laughed out.
"Of course not, eighty to a hundred million, not thousand, I never would have chosen you otherwise.
"That much?!" Sol snapped in horror.
"Doesn't that mean that your Demon king would have been able to easily wipe the floor with this entire planet?" He asked.
"Aragor was not just a Demon king, Sol," Ikaris smirked at him. "He was the demon god before I summoned you, my world had undergone several thousand years of suffering under his reign,"
Sol clenched his teeth and roughly patted her head.
"AH¬ be gentle my lord, my head is fragile," Ikaris grinned at him.
"You made me fight a god?"
"Yes, you gained his powers after his death as well thanks to that gluttony skill you asked me for when we first met."
"That [shapeshifter] skill he had might come in handy then," Sol grinned to himself.
"We are here," Princess Vermon announced and gestured to a large door guarded by a sole guard wearing black armour.
"Beyond this door is the hero's bath, you have an hour, after which you will be provided with new clothes and be shown to the dining hall by someone else, everything you need will be inside." She quickly left them standing while the guard turned and started opening the door.
"Is this some kind of mixed bath?" Another of the female heroes asked timidly, not just her, but the other women also looked at the men with disdain, specifically, Han.
"The Women will bathe first, thirty minutes, and the men will bathe afterwards," Ikaris spoke up, looking at Sol with an almost apologetic expression.
"Who gave you the authority to speak for us?" Usami Takae, one of the other three female heroes asked. "I thought you said you did not want to be the leader," She stepped closer to Ikaris.
"If you want to bathe with the men then you can wait with them, but I will personally kill any man who dares to stare at me unclothed, no more than kill, I will crush them into a million pieces and devour their soul whole, understood?" Ikaris stood before the taller woman defiantly and pressed her thumb against her forehead.
"This body belongs to Sol Vestic, anyone else who dares to approach me will suffer death and destruction," Ikaris declared and then looked around at Han, who she remembered was staring at her when they first met.
"Especially this waste of human blood,"
"I stare where I want when I want you little-"
Han stopped talking when Sol placed a hand on his shoulder.
"This is not up for debate, Han Young, If you stare at her, I'll murder you myself," He smiled at Han with the most sinister aura coming from his smile.
"Ikaris is my goddess, she is my property, you're not allowed to ever touch or stare at her with those filthy eyes of yours, if I ever catch you staring at her, I will gouge them out and feed them to crows, if you ever touch her, I'll cut your hands off and feed them to the pigs," Sol continued smiling.
"I am going to kill you," Han stared at Sol crossed.
"Nothing in this world can kill me,"