545 CH 505: CONGRATULATIONS!!
Higher in the sky, watching this scene with tears also streaming down her face was Ambrosia.
Around her, Kali, Persephone, and Freya could be seen, sharing the same emotions of happiness.
"I am happy for her."
Freya was the first to speak and the others nodded.
The other witches may have doubted Sol and rightfully so, but they knew that there were few people more trustworthy than him.
"I wondered why he forced me to come here even though it wouldn't have been necessary but damn. Didn't think he would set this entire stage just to propose to Medea."
Kali swiped away her tears while laughing dumbfounded. But she liked it. Even though she was an Otaku, this didn't change that she was a girl Deep down who also imagined what it would be like to be proposed to.
She had to say, there were very few proposals that could be more magical.
"Though what do you think? You are also in a relationship with him, right?"
Kali asked Persephone, worried that her sister would be disappointed but she saw none of it. In fact, all she could see was a mischievous smile on her face.
"My relationship with Sol is different from that of Medea with him. Also– Fufufu~ I wonder what kind of mayhem will happen once all the others learn about this."
She chuckled but Kali winced before following in her laugh,
"Well, he is the one who wanted a harem. I guess he has to be ready for the consequences."
Everyone was truly happy and it was easy to see.
But for Ambrosia — This proposal had a completely different meaning.
All her life, she had always been regretful. Because she knew that while becoming a witch was salvation for many, it was also a great curse.
One that would force them to live while being despised by many and rejected by even more.
Love was sadly not an option for the witch…At least this was what she had believed until now.
'Thank you.'
Watching Sol propose officially to Medea, made her beyond happy, it took away weight from her shoulder, allowing her to believe that all hope was not lost and that a better future was in store.
But — There was another reason she was grateful.
'It seems like, even though I lost all hope, I won my bet. What do you say?'
[...]
'Will you meet him?'
[...I am a snake of my words. Also, I always wanted to have a discussion with him. He is her favorite after all.]
Ambrosia closed her eyes, today was indeed a beautiful day and she wished that this was the sign for even more beautiful days to come.
Fate was filled with mystery. She could have never imagined that what she witnessed today was the result of actions from one thousand years ago.
'May your life be filled with happiness.'
This was the simple prayer of a mother worried for her daughter's future.
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.
.
After Sol made his declaration of love and proposed to Medea officially in front of all the witches, many of them applauded with joy before belatedly wondering if it was even possible to continue with the negotiations.
In the first place, was it even necessary to continue with them?
If Sol was to marry Medea, this would automatically make Salem and Lustburg complete allies through marriage.
The alliance was already a foregone conclusion, the only thing that was left to negotiate would be some slightly more intricate matters between different states.
Just as the witches started to wonder if this was nothing but a ploy, Sol stood up while hugging a blushing Medea with one arm.
"Today is a beautiful day. For years now I have been in love with this woman and while we already confirmed our relationship long ago, I am happy that she accepted my proposal."
He spoke out loud, causing all the witches who had been letting their minds wander to focus once again on him.
They could already guess that the relationship between the two went far and with how close they were, it was clear that it wasn't some chaste relationship.
"As Medea's finance and future husband, it's my duty and responsibility to pay for a dower. All this time, I have been wondering what I could use for this. After all, she lacks for nothing. But now I know."
He looked at everyone, "Some of you may already know that I have created something that would be beneficial for all the witches. Furthermore, this creation of mine should have been used as a bargaining chip during the negotiations."
'He won't…'
'Really…?'
'How my goddess!'
The witches who were all in the know opened their eyes wide, but in the end, Sol said the words they never thought he would.
"For those who do not know. I have found a way to make sure Witches can touch and even do more than touch their loved ones without stealing their energy and slowly killing them."
A large commotion filled the witches,
"This method — Will be given for free to all the witches. My only wish is to bring happiness to my future wife."
Befana had a bitter smile on her face, she didn't know how honest the prince was. But they had clearly all been playing on the palm of his hand.
Now, he was more of the prince charming in the mind of all the witches present, and should the relationship with Lustbburg break down…The one considered responsible would be the council and no one else.
‘Truly well played.’
Befana humbly accepted her defeat and clapped alongside the other witches.
Today was a happy day. She would not be the one to pour cold water on it.
—And who knows? Mayhaps the prince was truly the route to a new salvation.
(AN: The first part of Vol 13 is near the end. Love Before War. Isn't it beautiful? I really hope you liked the first part. I wonder if I should make this an entirely separate volume. But heh. Anyway, A few more chapters to conclude. Then things will start in earnest.)
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