The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"In the very near future, the Arkadian pantheon will be inviting you once more to witness the divine union of the Godslayer, Sol Vestic, The Goddess of Balance and Order, Ikaris, the gods will be taking care of the entire event and will be working personally on multiple different fronts to make sure the union is the most smooth and beautiful it can ever be, as for the venue and date, keep your ears open for the crows, you will be informed days prior." Dr'ul announced, smiling as she had just seen Sol's rough edges smoothen out at the mention of his wedding with Ikaris who blushed and looked down at his hand.

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"I am the all-powerful goddes of war Drul, hahaha I am the strongest god!" A girl ran down the streets being chased by a younger blonde boy waving a wooden sword and laughing.

"I am the Godslayer, fear me, fear me!!" The little boy giggled, running through the busy dusk streets through the bustling evening crowds and joining several other kids near a marketplace.

"The stories of that fight will remain centuries after you are long gone, even when nobody rembers your face." Arla leaned on Sol's arm, smiling at the children while they walked hand-in-hand, except with his magic coating his appearance nobody could tell it was him.

"It didn't need to be a spectacle at all, honestly." Sol chuckled. "All that was Ikaris's idea, she loves showing off; if anything it makes moving around publicly that much harder, of anyone sees me they'll crowd around like earlier at Eris's gates." He sighed. and then looked at Arla who had her eyes straight ahead. "Arla."

"Yes, master?" The elf answered without missing a beat.

"About Ikaris and I getting married, I know we decided to before you and Dina became an intimate part of this, but even then, I haven't heard yours or Dina's opinion on it yet." He stopped at a stall staring at the bumpy Arkadian purple apple.

"Well, we are in full support of your divine union, if that is what you mean." Arla took extended her hand and conjured a semi-glowing green jem from her hidden inventory, extending it to the merchant and picking up the apple.

"If you mean to ask about how I personally feel about it then I truly see it as completely normal, Milady was with you before either of us, and you two are brilliant together." She rubbed the fruit onto her dress and cuppedbhis chin, making an "ah" motion with her lips and feeding him a bite with a smile.

"What I mean ish..." Sol chewed and swallowed, closing his eyes with a smile when she wiped the apple juices from his lips with her finger and then stuck that finger in her mouth with a mischievous grin. "If you wanted to get married as well-"

"I do not." Arla took a bite of the apple and hugged his arm again, leading him along per his request.

"Really?" He looked down at her surprised.

"Honestly." She nodded, resting her hand on her cheek and licking her lips.

"I am quite comfortable being regarded as your lover, in fact I prefer the title, I want to remain that devout lover and doting mistress on the side who openly comforts you whenever you please and demand, I enjoy being handled harshly, you only need to say a word and I will gladly offer myself to you." She chuckled at his expression as she explained her intentions.

"Of course." Sol gave her a deadpan whilst she burst into light laughter. "You weren't also gonna say you'd love it if I went 'Arla, get off your fat ass and make daddy a sandwich' were you?" Sol jokingly remarked, but went still when the elf looked up at him with stars in her eyes, a trickle of sweat down her forehead, and her cheeks burning red at the thought of what he just said.

"A-are you saying I am permitted to call you daddy, mastrmm?" She asked and was silenced by his hand over her mouth, but the young couple before them paused and looked around, as well as several people surrounding them after her voice had taken on a rather loud tone when her shock made her lose awareness.

"He wants her to call him Daddy?" One person asked another. "Young people these days are into some strange fetishes are they not?"

"The post-war era is raising a whole different generation of perversion I say." An old lady chuckled.

"Master~" Arla moaned through Sol's fingers after he had gone distracted and groped her neck with his other hand.

"Wh-" Sol snapped and released her mouth, taking her hand and pulling her into the closest alleyway and pinning her to the wall, blocking their presence with his divine sense. "What the heck is wrong with you?" Sol asked, seeing the sigils on her neck and arms faintly pulse along with her heartbeat and sudden arousal.

"Master, you ought to be careful of the things you say to me in public spaces." Arla stared down at his hand which still slightly groped her neck.

"I have always had trouble controlling my arousal around you, ever since first meeting you, but after last night, I fear you may have already broken me completely." She held on to his hand and opened her mouth sticking her tongue out and staring into his eyes.

"My very existence is dedicated to pleasing you in every way I can imagine." Her breath came out as steam in the cold alleyway while she folded her Fist in his shirt and rubbed her legs together.

"Control yourself for now." Sol stared back into her eyes revealing slightly golden irises, and like a switch went off she closed her mouth and straightened her posture.

"A-as you wish, master." She lowered her gaze and bit her lip, releasing his shirt and taking his extended hand again. "I will fight it." She muttered, but Sol knew better than to trust her with control.

He conjured a leash and locked it around her neck, causing her to yelp when she heard the chains rattling and felt the cold iron rest between her breasts. "Master-"

"Walk." Sol balled his fist in the chain and wrapped it until his hand was right behind her neck.

"Where shall we go?" She asked, stepping out of the alley with him behind her.

To everyone it seemed like a hug, but beneath her hair she was being choked by him.

"We are going to the monuments in the hall of heroes, to that statue they erected of you specifically." Sol answered.

"Ahh..." he opened his mouth, and again without missing a beat Arla raised her hand and fed him another bite of his apple.

"You are interested in our statues?" Arla looked ahead again, holding herself in check as much as she could with the sensation of his sharp knuckles pressed on her neck and the leash tugging at her with every step she took. "Hmm~" The elf held in a moan when Sol raised her hand with the apple and stuck her finger in his mouth.

"Not particularly, but this is their way of showing their respect and gratitude to us though so I figured I might take a look, I do however know that you are quite interested in them, as an artist yourself."

"I -I see!" She yelped when Sol's mana passed over her in a wave.

"That's why I invited you alone to accompany me, but I never imagined you'd turn into a temptress in the middle of the streets, you've somewhat averted my original goals, Arla."

"I do not feel I should be apologetic, master." Arla gasped and bit her lip when his fist tightened causing the chain to pull against her, blocking her from speaking. "You seem to be enjoying my company."

"I usually do." He hummed as the hall came into view.

"Hold it." A guard held out his hand toward them, but upon seeing Arla's face he cleared his throat and averted his gaze, falling into a salute, as did the one next to him. "General Amastacia, welcome back to Arkadia, and congratulations on defeating the demon scourge once and for all, we thank you."

"Aye!" The other man saluted seriously, but arla could barely keep her gaze straight as Sol's mana traversed her body stimulating her.

"When did I become general?" Arla stood straight, while the men looked at Sol who had his hand on her back.

"... The late Queen promoted you to the status of general, as the main contributor in the Arkadian forces in the fight against the demon-god, Milady." The guard suspiciously looked at Sol again. "Ma'am, is everything alright, who is this man?" He asked, knowing well that Arla never let anyone touch her, and then seeing a slight discomfort on her face.

"All is well, soldier, with no demon army left to fight I decided to... Hn~ try my hand at being courted for a little, my partner is none you need to concern yourself with, now please excuse us." She gave the men a nod and walked past them as he saluted again.

"Smoothly handled, I wonder how I will reward my pet for her clever acting skills?" Sol whispered in her ear, pulling against her collar and forcing her to stare straight ahead after she had lowered her gaze out of embarrassment, and she felt her womb and tract tighten as his hot breath fanned across her flesh and his mana began focusing on her nipples, ass and between her thighs.

"R-reward?"