The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"How are you already able to use magic tiers above your-"

"That is my magic," Ikaris interjected before Sol was able to respond to the Queen himself. "He is using my magic," She said again, causing murmurs to fill the hall.

"I... I will need a better explanation than 'he is simply able to use your magic,' hero," Queen Vermon narrowed her eyes, but went silent in shock when Ikaris summoned another spear that was identical to the one in Sol's grasp while the one he was holding vanished.

"She is able to use spears?" Usami, the spear hero seemed shocked at this. "Then what use am I?" She asked, and Ikaris turned to her with a raised brow and then summoned a sword next, then a hammer, a crossbow, a magic staff, and a shield, causing the hall of nobles to erupt in spectacle as the nobles showed even more interest in her.

"My class is called [Mimic] this gives me the power to create anything in my mind and utilize it to the maximum potential from the start, it is only in the first level, but it is already easily understandable, and one of the many skills it has is called blessing, which allows me to grant any amount of my magic and the skill itself to anyone I please," Ikaris lied on the spot, in truth, she had no class, all she had done was take the hero's blessing from the queen instead of Sol, adding [hero] to her title to hide the fact that she was the true imposter.

"So again, all he's doing is leeching off you!" Han stood up after regaining his confidence in knowing that Sol was only using Ikaris's magic and not his own,"

"The blessing is permanent, the only leech here Han, is you," Sol turned to him with a hateful glare, and Han shrunk again.

"Even so, I cannot simply forgive what you have done, Sol Vestic, I will deal with your sentencing after the guests have left, you are permitted to dine, but any further outbursts will result in the death penalty, I do not care who you are, or who serves you," Queen Vermon looked at Ikaris who directed a hateful glare toward her.

"Your majesty, he's not supposed to be here, how can you just let him be?" Han protested.

"If you have the ability to remove him, Hero Han Young, then by all means go right ahead," The Queen answered Han with the most nonchalant attitude anyone had ever seen her display publicly causing a few of the guests to burst out laughing.

"I swear it, Sol, you'll regret this, this time, I won't let this pass, you'll get what's coming," Han stared at Sol hatefully and then moved down two seats leaving a noblewoman to sit next to Sol, whole Eris, Bruce Dina, and Usami were seated on the opposite sides, with Usami next to the General and Ikaris directly next to princess Vermon who were both seated next to the Queen.

"Aren't you going to do something about the way you're dressed?" Sol asked loudly enough that almost everyone heard, the queen saw this as a small victory since Ikaris was proving impossible to control.

"Does it bother you, master?" Ikaris seemed distraught that he wanted her to change her hood and shorts, but they just didn't fit the overall vibe, she was constantly drawing attention.

"It doesn't, in fact, I prefer you wear this to keep yourself out of people's eye, but you don't have to always do as I say down to the letter, y'know," He took her hand and stood again with her.

"How about that dress you wore when we first met," he whispered to her, and she nodded immediately.

"Then," Ikaris helped Sol unhook his coat and threw it over herself as light shined from the sides and creases, and the next moment Sol removed his coat she was dressed more elegantly than even the Queen, in a pure white dress a small amount of her cleavage exposed and the tail just below her knees and a split that went up to her thighs while the dress itself hugged her body.

"These two are full of surprises," The noblewoman stared shocked at Ikaris.

Just as Sol had predicted, now that Ikaris was in the view of others with her slightly glowing dress, they couldn't stop staring at her, it was not that she was too attractive to look away from, it was her divinity that drew eyes, everything she did was a divine act, it was impossible to not be drawn to her.

"The feast will continue!" The queen spoke up kicking everything back into motion.

The dinner, despite everything that happened, was a success, and in the end, after meeting several nobles, the heroes were finally able to get some well-needed sleep.

"Training begins at dawn they said," Ikaris sighed sitting between Sol's legs while he ate a blue apple and stared out the window of their bedroom at the three moons of Arkadia.

"Master, are you sure you are okay?" Ikaris asked after he said nothing.

"Ikaris," He addressed her and she sprung from her lustful comfort and fell to her knees at his side resting her hands on his leg and staring up at him pleadingly.

"I am yours to do with as you wish, Master,"

Sol unconsciously reached for her head and pulled up a fistful of her hair, raising her off her feet and standing along with her.

"The demon king, was he really a demon god, or did you just say that to make a comparison to his power?" Sol asked throwing her on the bed and kneeling over her.

"I.. he... Uh," Ikaris was flustered when Sol placed his hand over her throat directly on top of the slave shackle tattoo and bound her hands above her head with a magic enchantment. "He was a demon king who wanted ascension to godhood, by the time he fought you he was already strong enough to claim his seat next to me,"

"But he was much weaker than you were, right?" Sol asked staring down at her white dress that shined in the light of the moons, and her eyes which reflected every bit of light as they faintly glowed in the shadow of his reflection.

"Yes, incomparably so, Master," Ikaris sucked in a breath when Sol reached for the straps of her dress and started undoing them.

"Then, a serious question," Sol grabbed her dress, and veins popped up across his arms as he utilized his strength to the maximum potential and grit his teeth, holding the intersection between her breasts and tearing the dress open with a low growl.

Ikaris was equally pleased as she was shocked, Sol had torn apart her garment a godly artifact capable of surviving the explosion of a star, and he had torn it in two with his bare hands.

"Master~" Ikaris held on to the magical binds with her eyes glazed over in admiration. "Have you become stronger again?"

"That's my question," Sol stared at her naked form beneath him. "Tonight was a wake-up call I never expected after feeling like I had become the peak of strength, so I wanted to know, just how powerful do I need to be to defeat Dr'ul the goddess of war?" He asked while she began squirming beneath him as his hands slowly explored each slave crest on her torso.

"Is there a way for me to reach that level of power while we're here on Arkadia?"

"Master~"

"How do I gain the unattainable power to kill god?"