The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"Are you well, maid?" Ikaris asked her when she saw the doubtful expression that she held toward her; as a goddess, that had existed since before the primordial times across dimensions there was nothing Ikaris was as used to as doubt and disbelief, she could tell at a glance. "What bothers you?"

"Your explanation, milady," Sara answered hesitantly.

Two nights before.

"I was in a dungeon-"

"There are no dungeons in Argom, all the dungeons have long been seized by the demon armies in their lands beyond our borders," Sara answered when Sol replied.

"It is true," Sol nodded with a smile while Ikaris turned to him and started undoing his shirt, revealing the traces of blood on his arm and shoulder from having his arm chopped off. "I was in a dungeon, I\'m not sure where exactly that dungeon is, but it was full of strong golems, that\'s how I got hurt," He smiled when Ikaris slowly snaked her way onto his lap and pushed him on his back.

"Master, may I reward you for a job well done?"

"I have golem grime on me, Ikaris," Sol began laughing when Ikaris raised her ass and pressed her torso onto his, ignoring the presence of the maid who was barely able to hide her discomfort at how they behaved indoors in contrast to how tamed Ikaris was while they were in the eyes of others; she was insatiable.

"Then... I will bathe you myself tonight," She whispered in his ear, and Sol\'s eyes slowly went wider and wider as he raised himself while holding her and stood before the maid.

"Sara, your services will not be needed today, Master is going in all on his own," Ikaris grinned when Sol began walking. "If you\'re questioning how I was able to fix his arm, then it is simply because I can, we are bonded as one, I am within him and he within me,"

Presently.

"I do not understand what you meant, and... It is very hard to believe that you have such a convenient and omnipotent skill that covers such a wide range of uses," Sara lowered her head respectfully. "I Spent the entire night in the studies, and nowhere in the archives did I find anything on a skill called [Mimic].

"Hm," Ikaris nodded. "Well, Sol is waiting for you in the kitchen, and I have only half a day of training so I will see you at midday," Ikaris nodded again and then turned to the window leaping out and taking flight toward the training grounds.

"You avoided the question again," Sara sighed and clapped her hands, summoning the other maids to reorganize and restock the room with fresh food and flora. "Well, I suppose it was too prudent of me to ask such a personal question either way," She admitted, leaving the room and heading toward the kitchen.

Later that day, Sol was casually strolling through the streets with Sara at his side as usual, getting a mixture of envious and hateful gazes from the townspeople when something caught his eyes, a spear he had not seen in a month, and holding the spear was a large shirtless man wearing animal fur and hide for pants, he had long curly golden hair, and a sharpness in his eyes that spoke of the perils he had been through.

[Name: Gordo Hurkson

Race: Human (special)

Level: 79

Title: Wandering Chieftain

Skills: Quick strike, Heavenly spear, Flame spear, Hell spear.

Class: Spearman-]

"Ugh," Sol pushed the system window out of the way to get a better look at the warrior, he was a completely different man than the one Sol had saved from the demon horde on the same day he arrived, had he not been holding on to the spear that had been designed for him, Sol would have never believed his own eyes.

"Pardon me," The large man spoke politely to Sara while they were passing, it was a mystery why she was the one he chose.

"I am looking for the creator of this spear, do you perhaps know where the blacksmith district is, I have asked and I was told to seek a maid wearing the crest of a dragon," He explained, and Sara looked at her crest and smiled politely back to him as she carefully observed the spear in his grasp.

"A weapon such as that, I fear you may not find the creator, it is beaming with potent magic, such exquisite weapons have not been made in Argom in many years, maybe amongst the nobles and royalty, but it is not something a commoner can get their hands on," She reached for the spear, but he retreated his hand.

"Where did you find such a weapon?" Sara asked suspiciously, and Gordo narrowed his eyes at her scepticism.

"A god gave it to me, on the night the skies burned and the ground quaked, and all the land was converted into charcoal, I heard his voice, like thunder and lightning, he directed me here, to save my people from the hordes of demons, so I have come to find the castor of this fine weapon that fell from the heavens, to return it to the apostle of this god, for I am unworthy-"

"Hahahaha..." Sol burst out laughing in front of the man. "What the hell is this?" He continued to laugh his head off, causing many passers-by to avoid them.

"Sir," Sara tugged at his shirt for him to calm down.

"Ahem, who in their right mind returns a gift from the gods?" Sol asked, and Gordon shook his head.

"Just keep the spear."

"I cannot, I feel overwhelming strength whenever I hold it, like a maned dragon I am overcome with power, such a divine weapon is too mighty for one as myself," He refused again gesturing to Sol\'s weakest and most useless spear, causing him to even feel a bit bad for the man.

[Activated Telepathy, limitless]

[Keep the spear, Son of Hurkson,] Sol spoke directly into Gordo\'s head, and the man fell to his knee and lowered his head, he couldn\'t tell who was speaking nor where the voice was coming from, but he could feel the power within those simple words. [It is a gift I prepared for you who I found worthy of the power it grants, to return my prized weapon would be an insult!]

"O-of course, how could I be so foolish!?" Gordo exclaimed at the top of his voice. "Please, continue to guide me!"

"Sara, let\'s go," Sol took her hand and vanished from before them, and as he did Gordo abruptly stood and began searching for him.

"Sir, is something wrong?" A hooded woman who had been accompanying him asked.

"They vanished,"

"I saw that," She replied, holding on to the edge of her hood.

"Yes, but when they left, the spear reached, since touching this divine weapon not once has it ever reacted to anything, but the moment that man left, the spear tried to follow him, as if it was drawn to him," He explained. "Who was that man?"

"Ah, that bastard?" A random drunkard spoke up after observing their entire conversation.

"He is the bastard who turned the Divine Hero Ikaris into his plaything, and constantly molests the maids of the castle, that bastard is the imposter that was summoned with the heroes and stole the powers of the heroes!"

"How can Her Majesty allow such a vile bastard to live in her castle?" Gordo asked, shaking with anger at what he had heard.

"That... The hero refuses to move until he speaks, I\'m telling you, he\'s completely brainwashed every last one of them!"

"His name, what is the name of this fiend who has enslaved a hero and deceived Her Majesty the Queen?"

"The bastard\'s name is Sol... Sol Vestic!"