"Okay, explain from the top. Because I honestly don’t understand what could have possibly led you to that conclusion."
"No no no dad, this is the part where you reject her outright not listen to her reasoning."
Arthur tried to get Hades on his side but-
""Be quiet for a second Arthur.""
-it was already too late.
"So it goes like this...."
Cattleya told Hades about the warning she gave Arthur after he fought Owen and about how Arthur fought the Valkyrie, who was an actual legendary realm, though she has no idea how Arthur was able to bring her down to the grandmaster stage and finish her off.
When she was done telling Hades everything, he simply nodded in understanding and spoke up.
"It’s Ai-."
"Dad!!"
And he was interrupted by Arthur.
When he was just born, Cattleya decided that she didn’t want Arthur to feel like he had so sort of great burden on his shoulders (the prophecy about him ending the gods), and neither did she want to hold so sort of leverage over him.
The ’leverage’ in this case, was the closest thing to his soul, his true na.
There are so special puppetry or control magic that could make use of soone’s true na to activate.
The true na of any being was the closest thing to their soul, touching their true na ant touching their soul.
This was why most beings carefully protected their true nas from being fully known. At most, their parents would know their true na, as they are usually the ones to give it. However, this was only while they were a lower existence.
In other words, when a being reached the demigod realm, their true na changes and the new true na is known by that being alone and no one else.
As a mber of the royal family of the Hell universe, she was privy to a lot of information about the kind of powerful beings that existed in the universal sea.
Beings with a myriad of special abilities that had various effects.
’There could be soone who could have a mind or mory reading ability that may just work on without even realizing.
If that person is one that either wants to use Arthur for their own goals or is his enemy, knowing his true na would be simply delivering him to them on a silver platter.’
As such, she suggested to Hades that neither of them, know Arthur’s true na.
In other words, although Cattleya and Hades both decided on the na ’Arthurius’, Cattleya had no knowledge of Arthur’s middle na ’Aidoneus’.
Similarly, Hades had no knowledge of the Cattleya and Arthur’s full Last na, ’Vaughnheim’.
’However, I’m questioning that decision now.’
Recently, it was safe to say that Cattleya had been losing sleep due to her worry for Arthur. The problems his overwhelming amount of energy has caused and could potentially cause were the sources of her worries.
’And that negative energy, that thing is the bane of divinity, if it gets out that Arthur has sothing like that, the gods would begin taking action again.
Arthur’s far too weak to defend himself now, so we have to prevent a situation where he needs to defend himself in the first place.
After all, we can’t protect him forever.’
As such, she decided to deal with the source of the problem, in this case; his energy.
So in order to seal Arthur’s energy with his true na like she said he would, she had to ask Hades what his middle na was.
That brings us to the current situation of Arthur stopping Hades from casually revealing the last bit of his true na to Cattleya.
"Arthurius...."
Arthur felt cold sweat all over his body due to Cattleya’s glare.
’Ah! She’s pissed, but I can’t back down here!’
While he tried to psych himself up to defend his true na from being found out by his mother, Hades had already succeeded in coaxing her to give it up-
"Just give him a last chance, if he pulls sothing crazy again, I’d do it myself."
-for now, that is.
’Ah shit! Dad’s on board with her, I’m dood!’
It seed like he’d have to give up on fighting anyone or anything for the next few months, at least until sealing his energy away is off the table.
"Ah, I forgot to give that to mom, gotta go."
Cattleya suddenly rembered sothing and stood up from the couch, waltzing out of the room without even putting her shoes back on.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1."
After Arthur’s strange countdown, the door opened again to reveal Cattleya who had been pushed back into the room by Belphegor, so she could wear her shoes.
"Walking around barefoot is not what a princess should be doing."
He walked into the room as he said those words, noticing Arthur and Hades, he gave his greetings.
"Gooday to you, Sir Hades, Gooday to you, your highness."
The two nodded while looking at Cattleya who jumped towards Belphegor in an attempt to hug him. Like usual, he caught her mid-air and placed her on the ground with ease.
"I’m too tired to walk, carry !"
"I do not recall high-tier deities having such little stamina."
"That’s different, I’m just lazy. Carry , uncle Bel."
"Laziness is not a virtue a princess should have, also my na is Belphegor, not Bel."
"What’s the difference?"
With such small talk, the two left the room under the complicated gazes of Hades and Arthur.
"Seeing my own mother act like that is not a sight I want to see at all."
"What’s weird is how you knew Belphegor was gonna send her back."
"He always pops up at tis like this, expected him to do the sa."
Arthur replied and walked over to the couch and sat down beside Hades.
’How should I say this now?’
"Just ask."
"Huh?"
"You want to ask sothing you don’t want your mother to know about right?"
"How do you...?"
Arthur was completely nonplussed as Hades was able to predict what he was about to do so easily.
He was thinking about how he was going to phrase the question he planned to ask, or rather, the request he had.
Hades just chuckled at Arthur’s surprised face and said.
"Although I can’t predict your thought process the way Cattleya does, I can at least tell when my son wants to request sothing of ."
Realizing he had been seen through, Arthur just decided to go straight to the point.
"I need Kronos’ Blood."
"You need what now?"
This ti, it was Hades’ turn to be shocked. He could not understand why in hell Arthur would need Kronos’ Blood.
"I want to use ancestral regression to make myself stronger. The lowest the spell considers as an ’ancestor’ is a grandfather."
"Thus you need Kronos’ blood huh?"
"Exactly."
Hades sighed in exasperation, he knew the reason Arthur wanted to get stronger faster, even going as far as to use ancestral regression.
’Damned Zeus, why is he thinking of starting a war over sothing that can be solved easily.’
He believed it was because Arthur did not want to be useless in the incoming war which was 50% because of his very existence, but Arthur had other thoughts.
’I have to make myself stronger so I can avoid that ’future’.’
He wanted to get stronger at a faster rate, in order to increase his chances of avoiding the ’future’ he saw.
Normally, casting the ancestral regression spell was quite a big deal, but at this point, neither Hades nor Arthur were considering that at all.
"Fine, but we have to put that on hold, at least until I can bring you to Olympus safely."
"Huh? You can’t just get it and bring it over here?"
"Doing that would require to loosen so of the bindings on Kronos, can’t have that happening."
Arthur knew that Kronos was sealed within Olympus and kept at the deepest part of Tartarus, however, he didn’t expect that even getting his blood out would not be possible.
"Guess I’d have to put that plan on hold Huh?"
"You most certainly have to."
What Hades believed to be the reason Arthur wanted to get stronger, was the very reason Arthur could not acquire the things necessary for that, in this case; Kronos’ blood.
"Why don’t you ask Diablo?"
"I planned to use both at once."
"That has a higher chance of failure. You know that right?"
Arthur stood up and walked over to the door before replying.
"I know, and that’s precisely why I’d do it, after all, certain ’futures’ must be avoided."
With those words, he left the room, leaving Hades who was pondering on the true aning of Arthur’s words.
◇ ◇ ◇
A purple-haired man was laying on a couch, his eyes were closed and he seed to be asleep.
The room he was in was furnished quite scantily, besides the couch he was on and the small stool beside it, there was nothing else, not even curtains on the windows.
The door opened and another man walked in, he dropped to one knee and spoke.
"Lord, it is ready."
The purple-haired man finally opened his eyes and stared at the one kneeling by the door.
He stood up from the couch and stretched his arms out before walking out of the room, into the hallway outside it.
The kneeling man also stood up and followed behind his purple-haired Lord in silence.
After a few monts, he finally asked.
"Lord, are you sure ’it’ is there?"
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