Chapter 543 CH 503: WILL You....?

543 CH 503: WILL YOU....?

While the witches of the councils were a little rattled by the bold way in which Sol started this whole discussion, they were not little girls who would lose all their wits at the first signs of difficulty.

Exactly because of what he said and promised, many of the council's members who had been neutral in this situation woke up and decided to ask many questions.

The topics of the negotiation had many small points that needed to be taken into account but in general, it bore down to a few great points. Such as.

The place of the witches in Lustburg. What kind of position would they be able to lead.?What would be their obligations? In short, what will be their rights and duties if they decided to join lLustburg

Secondly, there was the wealth of Salem and each witch in general. Would they have to pay taxes to the crown? If so, how would this be organized? How much would they have to pay and how regularly. In the first place should they even pay taxes?

The way Salem will be seen officially. Will Salem be considered a Vassal state, an allied state? or not even a state at all? Were the witches Citizens of Lustburg or Citizens of Salem or Citizens of Lustburg and Salem?

Where would they live?

Would they have to participate in the war? Share their technologies?

How much power did Sol have over them as King of Lusburg and what would happen in the next hundred years when future Kings took the throne?

But the greatest question of them all was one very simple and basic — Should the witches truly open the gate once to join Lustburg? Was it a wise decision or a foolish one?

If they did open, what kind of rewards would they receive and if they refused, what would happen?

All those questions had their importance and were seriously headache-inducing but as a prince, Sol had been trained for such an event ever since he was a young kid.

He knew how to keep his composure even as he received an onslaught of questions from the witches.

Some more questions were very much more dangerous.

What would happen to the families of those who persecuted the witches in the past? What about those who were still alive?

"So you want Salem to stop being an independent existence and join fall under the control of Lustburg?"

Befana spoke and the other witches gazed at Sol.

This was one of the most important points of this discussion.

Opening the gate of Salem was one thing.

Becoming the subordinate of Lustburg was another thing.

Even more so when in this case they would lose their entire autonomy.

"Lustburg and Salem should have never been divided in the first place. Only by being together can we become stronger and as such I have made my decision long ago about something I believe will make everyone happy."

The witches looked confused as Sol stood up and started walking towards Medea on the other end of the table.

They were starting to wonder if he wanted to make another great speech or anything of the like but in the end, they all gasped and opened their eyes wide in surprise when they saw him take a knee in front of Medea.

His hand seemed to plunge deep into space before a small box appeared in the palm of his hand.

By then, even Medea was unable to breathe as she started to realize what was happening.

"Medea. We have known each other for nearly as long as I can remember now and we lived through many important moments together."

"Sol..."

Medea was trembling and tears were starting to gather at the corner of her eyes.

"Medea Asmodeus. I love you and I wish to spend eternity with you. As such, I humbly ask you...Will you marry me?"

It was as if a literal bomb had just exploded.

(AN: I think one or two more chapters to settle this and it will be good. Arc is slowly coming to an end. Still, hehe. Who saw this coming?)