Son of the Hero King

Chapter 544 CH 504: ...MARRY ME?

544 CH 504: ...MARRY ME?

The declaration Sol just made created even more reaction than his earlier words about the so-called union of witches and humans.

If all of this could be called nothing but lips service, now this action truly showed his determination.

But more than anything —

"Elder sister is in a relationship with the prince!?"

All the witches were surprised. It went without saying that one of the reasons the reason the witches fell so low was that one thousand years ago Medea, who fell for the words of the vile King Jupiter, decided to meddle in the war that not only freed Lustburg from the control of the Elves but also conquer a large part of the world.

Would it be another tragedy for their elder sister to be used by a manipulative man?

If this demand in marriage had been made a few hours ago, they would have sneered and acquiesced without hesitation.

But now — After seeing Sol for themselves, even the harshest and most radical witch could not in good faith say she was 100% sure that Sol was a fraud.

In the end, all they could do was stare at the demand, a certain excitement bubbling inside them.

If the Prince was sincere.

If the two loved each other despite all the curses of Medea.

Then...

"So romantic..."

One witch muttered absentmindedly and all the others could only nod, confusion, envy, joy, sadness, and even a little jealousy mixed in their gaze.

Love was the greatest longing for all witches for it was something they had to give up from the very moment they changed.

Even having physical relationships with long-living species was only painful as they knew they were slowly killing their partners.

No one loves witches. Because only someone suicidal or someone so in love he did not even care about his life would enter into a true relationship with them.

So they watched, hoping beyond what they expected — That Sol was not a fraud.

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Medea was no less confused than any of the other witches.

Sol continued,

"I do not care that you are a witch. The one I love is not Medea Asmodeus, The Witch of Time. But just you, Medea. The gentle teacher who lead me on my path, the beautiful but slightly scary woman I met when I was young, the clumsy woman who loves drinking tea.

"You are not perfect. You have your flaws like everyone else and I love you despite them or even in spite of them. I love everything about you, be it your slightly disappointing body —" He laughed, " —To the way you show your insecurities."

"I do not know what the future has in store for us. I do not know if we will always be happy or if I will never make you cry. But what I do know is that. No matter what, even if the world was to be destroyed, my love for you will never waver. So let me ask you one more time — Medea, will you make me the happiest man in this world by accepting to marry me?"

All the witches watched with bated breath, some of them had their hands sweating, while others refused to even blink.

The thought that this was supposed to be a day of negotiations had long since vanished from their minds and they wanted nothing more than to see the results of this proposal.

What would she say? What did they expect her to say?

The tension was at all times high and the world was filled with silence as they did not even dare to make the slightest sounds and break the magic of this moment.

Medea lowered her head, her face flushed, tears streaming from her face, and a smile on her face.

Such a mix of emotions swirling in her chest was too much but deep down — She had never felt so happy in her life.

What would her answer be? There was never a doubt about it for even a second.

Stretching her left hand, she muttered,

"Accepting will make me the happiest woman in the world."

"Then, let's be happy together."

Sol released a sigh of relief he did not know he had been holding and then, taking her finger, he put the ring on her.

Clap~ Clap ~ Clap

It was hard to say where it began.

At first, they were hesitant, small, and almost inaudible.

But soon, like a veritable tsunami, clapping of congratulations started to come from everywhere.

Even the witches of the council clapped alongside them.

Medea's tears streamed even more. Tears of happiness because of this time.

She was with a man who truly loved her and her relationship was blessed by all her fellow witches

What more could she ask for?