Son of the Hero King

Chapter 688: Waking up

Opening her eyes, Nefertiti found herself lying down on a soft bed.

A familiar ceiling. She thought to herself, looking at the room's ceiling she had been using for some time now in Southern Pride.

“Had sweet dreams?” The voice brought her out of her reverie, and Nefertiti finally noticed the presence of The Witch of Life.

Her name was Persephone, if I recall correctly. She thought as she observed the green-haired woman with curiosity. After all, “What is this attire?” Nefertiti asked in a bewildered tone, unable to believe her eyes.

The previous green robe was not on her at the moment, instead, her body was covered with a skimpy red skirt filled with fluffy edges and a sleeveless red top that exposed her upper chest in a delectable fashion.

The attire confused Nefertiti. On the one hand, those clothes were clearly specialized for winter. But there was not much snowfall in Southern Pride and, in the first place, how could a King-ranked being like Persephone be affected by something like the weather?

“Heh, I can see that you are curious about my attire. But first, I need to say... Congratulations on reaching the next realm.” Persephone delivered with a calm voice and even clapped a little.

“Ah...” Nefertiti had finally remembered. She had been talking with Persephone and the others when she finally got the enlightenment she needed and ascended to the next realm.

“Thank you, Miss Persephone,” Nefertiti answered, still grasping at straws to understand the situation fully. “How long was I asleep?” She had a hard time adjusting her internal clock.

“Not much really. Just around a day.”

“I see. Only a... Pardon?” Nefertiti looked at Persephone like she was crazy. How could a simple ascension to the King-realm knock her out for an entire day? The notion felt ludicrous to her.

“Let me explain. Otherwise, we will be here for a long time.”

So, Persephone started to explain everything that happened. After her ascension began, Sol simply observed from afar and forbade people from approaching or helping her.

Her ascension created a vortex of energy that not only nourished the world and repaired nature but also helped in the advancement of many of the elves.

A blessing to the world in many ways.@@@@

When everything ended, Nefertiti was completely out cold and was carried to her room by Sol who made sure to keep her safe and stayed close to her for nearly all day.

“Not all. I am happy people like you are around Lord Husband. Furthermore, the indifference is mutual. So, there is no need to feel sad or guilty.”

The two women exchanged gentle but chilly laughs as they observed each other. Persephone in particular felt extremely wary and could not help but want to stand up and leave this place.

Her power became stronger and entered a new level. She thought grimly. If before she could take Nefertiti lightly, Persephone could not say that she would be able to win without sacrificing a few important pieces at the moment.

Furthermore, this power was still nothing but the result of a novice not understanding their limits.

Just what kind of Concept and Name did she obtain?

Persephone was curious. Oh, so curious. But she held herself back. Asking about such aspect to someone you were not close to was no different from a crime and were punished as such.

“So, now that you have explained all of this. I still do not understand the nature of your current attire and why I can see you holding folded clothes. Finally, and the most important question, where is my Lord?”

Nefertiti watched perplexed as Persephone approached her while holding red clothes that seemed similar to the one Persephone was wearing.

For a phoenix born in the desert, winter clothes were of no utility. But she was also pretty sure that winter clothes shouldn’t be this revealing in the first place.

“Firstly, Sol is... Well. Let’s say he is currently being taken care of by many elves in one of their open baths. As for why I am wearing this and why you will wear the same thing in a few moments? Haha, we have a holiday in Lustburg, called Christmas and Sol asked that you wear those clothes. Any dissatisfaction?”

“None.” Nefertiti did not argue further and simply took the offered clothes and changed into them.

She felt no shame disrobing in front of Persephone. However, once Nefertiti stood in front of the mirror, she could not help but freeze for a brief moment.

She finally realized something she had been unconsciously ignored until now.

“My hair.” She muttered.

Her hair, once a beautiful shade of brown was now replaced by beautiful silver-white hair. Not unlike the gleaming scales her Lord showed in his dragon form.