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Chapter 641: Very well

But gods and false gods were on a completely different level. It was too soon to discord all cordiality and face the goddesses.

Should I take a step back?

He mused for a short while before making his decision.

His voice softened as he stood up from his seat, “Let’s make a compromise, okay?” Approaching Camelia, he kneeled before her, taking her hands in his gently.

His gesture warmed her heart and she smiled. “I am listening.”

“Since you don’t want me to heal you now and since you are indeed correct about the dangers of this action, I will not insist.” Sol was not an unreasonable person. “But I refuse to leave you here.”

“Sol…” Camelia began but Sol stopped her mid-sentence.

“No, you, listen to me this time.” His voice was utterly serious, leaving Camelia no room to interject. “You are no longer a Supreme Daughter. You are not a Blessed and you are not a King-ranked being. Not even a Duke. As you are now, even the weakest assassin could kill you before I reach you.”

Not only had Camelia lost all her strength, but even her power to influence others had become nigh non-existent. She truly had no way to protect herself.

“The Witches are working on our defenses and the Crown’s Shadow are extremely skilled, yes. But… the bitter truth is that you are now a liability, Camelia.”

Sol knew his words were harsh. However, he also knew that Camelia had to understand her current status.

Sol had many contingencies in place and his power was growing constantly. Against Hypnos, Sol had been able to cover the world with his dimension without much problem. But it had been only temporary. Far from what Tiamat could do.

Still, Sol was confident. He was growing stronger by the second. His soul was growing stronger by the day and so was his control. Thanks to opening the seven chakras, his body was also continuously strengthening, making him more of a cockroach than he already was.

Camelia was right. What he lacked the most at present… was time.

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“Leave the Church and enter the Tower. There you will have many people observing your health and protecting you. People that I trust.” It went without saying that Sol did not trust most of the nuns of the Church. Not because he suspected them of being traitors, but for the simple reason that they were not his subordinates.

They were believers of Castitas. The staunchest, most devoted believers of the goddess of chastity.

Castitas may be their ally at the moment but there was no telling what could happen in the future.

Even beyond the hypothetical scenario, Hypnos was a far more dangerous enemy than he was willing to admit, boasting a power few could counter or resist. If he decided to infiltrate the church and capture Camelia, even Sol might find it hard to detect him in time and protect his beloved.

Sol was sure that after killing a demigod-realm avatar, there was just no way for him to produce another in a short time. However, in Camelia’s current state… Hypnos did not even need a Duke realm avatar to pose a threat to her life.

The church is not safe at the moment.

Sol could not help himself from leaking a dark chuckle at the thought.

The Tower of Babel, on the other hand, was filled with only people who followed his orders. Camelia, in her obsession, had made sure to train all the maids and make them extreme loyalists.

The mortals in the tower aside, Sol doubted there was any place in the Mortal Realm that was better guarded than the Tower of Babel. Anyone who tried to infiltrate would face quite a nasty surprise.

Camelia did not hesitate for long. She was not blind to her current circumstances, even though she indeed was blind in vision. She knew she was a liability, and she refused to let her weakness be the shackles that put Sol in harm’s path.

“Very well. I will follow your wishes.” Camelia squeezed his hand and nodded obediently. “But, what about the church?”

“Let the White Knight take care of it for you.” Sol shrugged. He did not care much about the church, in all honesty, but he just could not leave it in the hands of someone he did not trust either.

The White Knight had continuously proven his loyalty to Camelia, even if that came with the distasteful flavor of his own form of love for her. Funny as it was, Sol knew the man was more of a Camelia worshiper than a Castitas worshiper.

It was quite interesting how the three highest-ranked members of the church were, in fact, not believers.

“The White Knight?” Camelia nodded after hearing his name. “Speaking of him… You have prepared the reward ceremony, right?”

“Of course?” Sol sighed and took a seat next to Camelia.

The aftermath of the war was truly the most troublesome. Sol had made many promises before the start of the war and now it was time for him to fulfill them.

He simply needed to work on the right order of things.

“I will officially reward all those who need to be rewarded after my Coronation. But I made sure everyone received the physical rewards such as money and territory.” Sol wished to stop there and be done with it, but ceremonies existed for a reason.

It was important for him to show off his generosity.

“This will also be the best time to announce our alliance with the Witches.” Sol had already planned everything down to the last detail.

“This is why… I believe it’s time to prepare ourselves and reach out to the Elves.” He grinned. This visit promised to be quite intriguing.

But before going to the legendary land of elves, he had three tasks to take care of.

One was catching Lilith and stopping her from hiding. The second was to have a heart-to-heart discussion with Pandora and even Freya, for that matter. As for the last task…

“I guess I need to take care of some midgets,” Sol murmured as his gaze seemed trained on something far, far away.

A derisive smirk arose on his face at what he was seeing.

He had been feeling stifled and stressed as of late. However, it seemed that some entertainment was coming his way, very soon.