The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

What did catch him off-guard though was the fact that Ikaris had not called him master once, in fact she had barely addressed him at all, she just showed up each time with the brightest smile, blushing and embarrassed as she used his given name or simply engaged in conversation.

"Even though I healed her, she still passed out as soon as she ate." Eris stared down at Usami who quietly slept in her lap.

"You can\'t cure mental fatigue, Eris,Usami has done and gone through a lot in the last seven hours." Idria smiled, watching the two across the campfire as they loudly spoke about the most random things that they could think of, smiling all the time. "If she is a burden, leave her to me and I will-"

"Of course she isn\'t," Eris shook her head and waved her hands. "I\'m just surprised, even now, not even Dina and Ikaris have had their titles rewarded by the system yet, and look how powerful they are, yet it was Usami who awakened [hero] before the rest of us..."

"She did what nobody else was willing to do at the time, whether for personal reasons or just out of fear, nobody else wanted to stand alone in the face of that many foes, but she actually requested to do so, even refusing treatment or help, I say she has earned it, besides, as she explained, it was the god of hardships that recognised and chose to reward her, so the conditions might be different for each of you." Idria theorised, and Eris nodded.

"Maybe."

"Sol, dear," Ikaris held on to Sol\'s hand after he had finished eating and leaned onto his shoulder, smiling. "May I have a moment with you?" She asked, and on that queue Dina on the opposite side sighed and smiled.

"Well, I\'ll be turning in now." Dina stood and smiled at the two of them. "Excuse me." She said and then left.

"Did the two of you make some kind of deal?" Sol looked at Ikaris, and the goddess at his side smiled at his confusion and nodded.

"Yes, some kind." She stood and pulled him to his feet. "I have a request of you, my love," Ikaris spoke softly, barely audible as she averted her flushed face and avoided his gaze.

"A ...request?" Sol\'s cheeks also reddened as her words brought him back to the previous night and how boldly he had confessed to her, he realised now that her current attitude was because of what he had said, somewhere in there, her submission to him had been turned up and broken down into something else, her body language had changed, her mannerisms had changed, in his eyes, she had become more reserved, far more submissive, and very tame.

"What request do you have?"

Ikaris was acting like a new bride.

[The goddess of war stares intently at this conversation]

[The goddess of love has noticed a new dynamic]

[The god of stories has seen a change in the way the female protagonist behaves]

[The god of destruction scoffs at the drunken love atmosphere]

[The god of goats has found a new corner to be humbled in]

"Not here..." Ikaris held on to Sol, and he nodded and closed his eyes, envisioning and teleporting them to the castle in their bedroom where to both their shock they found Darla Vermon sitting on their bed, wearing something far too revealing for her age.

"I knew it, after news of the obelisk being successfully activated it was only a matter of time before you came here again with [mimic]." Darla stared at them both.

"As the rumours suggest, you leave the camp after each fight and return here-"

"I haven\'t seen her in a minute," Sol looked at Ikaris, and she nodded and stared back at Darla again.

"I am seeking-"

"Is it customary to just enter someone\'s place of rest whenever you please?"Sol asked, seeing Ikaris\'s mood on the verge of being ruined by the rude little girl. "I hope this is important, princess."

"It absolutely is!" Darla stood, throwing her coat off her shoulders and revealing that she was wearing almost nothing beneath it and walked up to them placing her hand on Sol\'s chest and holding Ikaris\'s hand simultaneously. "I have a proposal."

"Proposal?" Ikaris asked, confused more than even Sol was as she stared at the girl\'s attire.

"Yes, a literal one," Darla\'s cheeks reddened, and she averted her eyes and balled her fist in Sol\'s shirt. "I... want to be deflowered by the scourge of the castle."

"What the actual fuck?" Sol groaned with his eyes closed and his hand slowly raised to his forehead for a slow and dramatic slap. "Did your mother put you up to this?" He looked down at her. "Is this another one of her attempts to get rid of me by framing me with something so obviously a trap?" He asked, and the princess shook her head in denial.

"Mother believes that I am at the noble house of Crimson with lady Renia, but she had already refused to accommodate me-"

" Oi, oi... Don\'t lose track, explain yourself;" Sol dropped his hand on Drala\'s head as his eyes began flickering indigo. "Why is the Argomite princess dressed like a whore in my room and making such an absurd and unrealistic request?" Sol asked, giving her for the first time an air of danger as he turned hostile. "Depending on your answer, this might turn ugly for you very quickly." He added.

"I truly wished to be... Ugh," Darla winced, lowered her head some more and held on to the straps of her fishnet corset.

"Master Vestic, I have been trying to get your attention for the last three months to no avail, you are increasingly hard to get a hold of and the only time I see or hear you, you are accompanied by the hero Ikaris, ever since the day you spoke down to my mother, I have become entranced by you, I often dream of your manhood as I pleasure myself..."

"It is my hope and my desire to be used and ravaged in every promiscuous manner you can think of, so that I too can feel the way milady has felt each time she praises your... Skills.

I usually sleep in the room above yours when you visit to experience your ...intense and wild nature, I am infatuated by you my lord, I have tried multiple times to meet you in private but my attempts at breaking you apart have all yielded failure..." She paused when Ikaris stood before Sol defensively and summoned a sword.

"Ikaris...?"

"Are you that eager to die?" Ikaris loomed over Darla, watching the girl shrink and fall to her knees.

"I was wrong, I do not want to separate you anymore, it has come to my attention that Master Vestic would sooner die than be separated from you, so I came with a proposal; I have no other option than to request you include me in your pleasures, I will give you whatever you request lord of lust, my wealth, my every orifice is yours to do with as you please, let me be your concubine and I will serve you until my body and back are unable to recover, even if you decide to later discard me to your friends, I want to first be broken by you, ravaged, raped, utterly humiliated- I want to be tormented by your throbbing d-"

"Out of the question, absolutely not, for fuck\'s sake what kind of fucked up fantasies have you been having in that empty head of yours? Is everyone in this damned world fucking insane?" Sol snapped and looked away. "Get out!"

"Please, I need this, I am already seventeen, I am of consent, you cannot be judged for-"

"Leave, I won\'t even entertain the thought, get out now." Sol turned his back while Ikaris glared at her with her eyes tearing up and her hands trembling as she fought the urge to cut the princess into pieces.

"Lady Ikaris, I..."

"He said leave." Ikaris spared no sympathy for the pathetic princess. "Naive and foolish child, how dare you try to take my love away?" She ground her teeth with an agonised expression similar to what Sol had worn when she was kidnapped by the demigod impersonators.

"I\'m sorry..." Darla forced herself to crawl past them to the bed and quickly grabbed her coat, pulling it over her shoulders and sniffling. "I\'m sorry," She raised her head but was met with two pairs of death glares that caused her skin to crawl and her blood to run cold.

She ran, straight out of the room and into her mother who was just about to open the door after discovering through a secret message what her daughter was planning to do that night.

"Mo..ther?" Darla\'s tears began flowing at a terribly fast pace when she made eye contact with her mom and before the Queen could speak a word she gathered her coat that had fallen off and took off sprinting down the isle.

"Did you put her up to this?" Sol asked, right next to the Queen who was so startled she let out a yelp.

"S-Sol!"