I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

The battle between the Demons and the Heroes of Kastoria had been raging for thirty minutes, and the intensity only continued to escalate. The clash of steel and magic filled the air, the ground trembling beneath the weight of countless footfalls and the roar of unleashed power. The battlefield was a chaotic tapestry of blazing spells, clashing swords, and the cries of warriors on both sides.

If it had been just the Heroes, the Demons might have handled them with ease, their dark magic and brute strength proving more than enough. But the Kingdom of Kastoria had sent not just its chosen Heroes but also its well-trained armies to support and shield them, aware of how vital these champions were.

The Heroes were more than just warriors; they were symbols of Kastoria’s strength and hope, their victories the heartbeats of the nation.

Despite their best efforts, the Demons found themselves struggling against the combined might of these forces. They fought valiantly, their ferocity and dark power clashing against the disciplined ranks of Kastoria’s soldiers. But even among the Heroes, there were those whose strength outstripped the rest, and the Demons couldn’t hold them back.

One such Hero was Yanagi Rena.

Rena moved through the battlefield with a grace that belied the chaos around her, her expression one of mild boredom rather than the fierce determination of her comrades. She wasn’t taking the fight seriously at all, more concerned with the state of her appearance than the danger she faced.

Her hands occasionally brushed against her hair, ensuring it remained in place, her gaze flickering to her reflection in a blade to check for any imperfections in her unblemished skin. Yet, despite this apparent distraction, she dispatched the Demons around her with ease, barely exerting herself.

Rena possessed an S-rank skill known as **Yokai Princess**. Around her floated three ethereal creatures, their forms shifting between the tangible and the mystical, each embodying a different aspect of her power.

One acted as her shield, effortlessly deflecting the Demons’ vicious attacks, another lashed out at any who dared approach, while the third kept vigilant watch, anticipating any potential threats.

These yokai were more than just protectors; they were devoted to her with a fierce loyalty that bordered on obsession.

“I hope Rena-sama will praise me after this,” one whispered, its voice a blend of reverence and longing.

“I just want a pat,” murmured another, its gaze never straying from Rena.

“I want Rena-sama to become my wife,” the third confessed, its voice tinged with a quiet yearning.

Their calm, serene appearances masked a lethal readiness. Should Rena’s life be threatened, their affection would transform into a deadly wrath, unleashing power that few could withstand.

Rena, however, seemed utterly indifferent to the battle’s urgency. She yawned delicately, her fingers brushing over her lips as she cast a disinterested glance toward the other Heroes engaged in fierce combat. Kratos, locked in a brutal struggle, and the twins, whose synchronization was unmatched, drew little more than a fleeting look of disdain.

Her gaze lingered on the twins, particularly Ayaka, and a mocking smile curled on her lips.

“I could handle that girl all on my own, yet you’re struggling, Ayaka?” she mused aloud, her tone dripping with condescension.

At first, Rena had felt nothing toward Ayaka. But as time passed, Ayaka’s frequent complaints about Rena’s behavior at school, coupled with the inevitable comparisons drawn between their beauty and grades, had sparked an unspoken rivalry between them. For Rena, who prided herself on being the most admired, the thought that Ayaka could be considered her equal was intolerable.

She now harbored a deep dislike for Ayaka, a disdain that went beyond mere rivalry. It was a petty, almost childish wish—to see Ayaka admit defeat, to acknowledge Rena’s superiority. In the end, it was the vain desire of a high school beauty who couldn’t bear the thought of someone else standing in her spotlight.

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On the other side of the battlefield, Ayaka was deeply engrossed in her fierce duel against Megara. The air around them crackled with tension, their movements blurring as they clashed with a ferocity that could only come from years of honing their skills.

This wasn’t the first time Ayaka and her twin sister, Akane, had faced Megara in battle. Their previous encounter had been a grueling test of their abilities, and although they had emerged victorious, it was clear that Megara had grown stronger since then. But so had they.

There was, however, a critical difference between the two sides. The rate of progress for Heroes was exponentially greater than that of ordinary individuals. As chosen champions, Ayaka and Akane were not only Heroes but also blessed by the divine favor of Amaterasu, the Goddess of the Sun.

This blessing had elevated their natural talents to extraordinary levels, allowing them to wield powers far beyond the reach of most.

Both sisters possessed SS-rank skills, legendary in their potency. Ayaka wielded the White Katana of Susanoo, a blade that shimmered with an ethereal light, while Akane commanded the Black Katana of Susanoo, a weapon that seemed to absorb the very darkness around it. These swords were no ordinary weapons; they were artifacts once belonging to a god, imbued with unimaginable power.

It was no small feat that Ayaka and Akane had managed to master them over the past year, a testament to their indomitable will and unparalleled skill.

The Arima Twins had long been recognized as prodigies, even before their arrival in this world. Their early years were spent in America, where their mother had married an American man. Though they had only lived there for five years, those years had left an indelible mark on them.

After their mother’s suspicious death, they had left their stepfather and stepbrother behind, returning to Japan to live with their grandmother. The transition back to Japan had been swift, and the twins quickly reacclimated to their original culture, excelling in every aspect of their new lives.

From the moment they entered middle school, their beauty and charisma made them instant idols. With their striking looks, they could easily have pursued careers as models or actresses. But Ayaka and Akane had little interest in such superficial pursuits. Their focus was singular: to succeed and prove themselves superior to the stepfather who had once tried to mold them with his harsh teachings.

Though they had only spent five years under his roof, his influence lingered in their minds, a constant reminder of what they had endured. And while they had managed to escape his grasp, his biological son—now their estranged stepbrother—had borne the brunt of their stepfather’s severity.

Despite the challenges they had faced, the Arima Twins had once again proven their genius by adapting to the new world they found themselves in with astonishing speed. Learning from scratch was not new to them; they had done it before, and they would do it again.

As the battle raged on, Megara’s frustration became palpable. The woman’s eyes burned with a fiery hatred as she snarled at the twins. “You’re annoying! This time, I will make sure to kill you!” With that, her speed suddenly increased, her movements a blur as she lunged toward Akane, her hand reaching for the girl’s throat.

Akane barely managed to tilt her head in time, avoiding a fatal blow, but she couldn’t completely evade Megara’s assault. The demon’s foot connected with her stomach, sending a shockwave of pain through her body. She grunted, her breath hitching as she was forced to slide back, her feet digging into the earth to steady herself.

Ayaka swiftly raised her katana, the blade gleaming with an intense white light. “Susanoo’s White Sword! First Strike!” she cried out, her voice echoing with authority as she brought the sword down in a powerful arc.

Megara’s vision filled with blinding white light, and a sense of imminent danger gripped her. Instinctively, she called upon her magic. “Five Stars Magic, Walls of the Thirsty Demons!” A barrier formed in front of her, a grotesque wall of demonic mouths gnashing and snapping as they rose to protect her from the impending strike.

But instead of the usual impact, Megara heard something unexpected—the agonized screams of the demonic mouths as Ayaka’s sword cut through the barrier. “How?” she gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. She had never seen anything penetrate her magic so effortlessly.

“Susanoo’s Black Sword,” came a cold, emotionless voice from behind her.

Megara felt a shiver run down her spine. She turned to see Akane standing there, her black katana raised, dark energy radiating from the blade. Black marks ran across Akane’s face, and her eyes were pitch black, reflecting the void itself.

“Seven Stars Magic!” Megara shouted, panic setting in as her horns glowed a fiery red, and demonic wings erupted from her back. She channeled her highest form of magic, desperate to protect herself.

But it was too late.

“Haaargh!” Megara let out a pained cry as Akane’s blade struck her, a deep gash opening across her chest. Blood sprayed from the wound, staining the ground beneath her. If not for her last-second invocation of her true magic and the summoning of her wings, she might have been cleaved in two. Realizing how close she had come to death, Megara glared at Akane with a mix of fear and fury.

Ayaka and Akane, standing side by side, were undeniably powerful—more dangerous than she had anticipated. They had grown significantly stronger in just a few months, their skills now rivaling her own. But she also noticed that the intense battle had taken its toll on them; their breaths were heavy, their movements slightly sluggish. They had pushed themselves to the limit, just as she had.

Megara clenched her fist, determination burning in her eyes. She prepared to unleash another powerful spell, hoping to turn the tide. But before she could act, something struck her from behind with tremendous force.

“What…?” The word barely escaped her lips as she staggered forward, her vision blurring. Caught completely off guard, Megara fell to her knees, her strength failing her. The world spun around her as she collapsed onto the ground, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Ayaka stared in shock, trying to process the sudden turn of events. But it didn’t take her long to realize what had occurred. Her eyes narrowed, and she turned her gaze toward the one responsible.

“Rena…”

Rena stood a short distance away, her expression indifferent as she looked down at Megara’s prone form. “I saved your life. Be grateful.”

Ayaka’s hands tightened around her sword, frustration and anger boiling within her. But before she could respond, a voice cut through the chaos.

“Megara!” Kratos’ voice bellowed across the battlefield as he saw his companion lying defeated on the ground. His own condition was dire; he was battered and bloodied, barely holding on as he fought against overwhelming odds.

Ayaka quickly scanned the battlefield, her eyes meeting those of her comrades—Ryuuki, Yusuke, Yumiko, and Kazuto. They were all exhausted, their faces drenched in sweat, yet they continued to fight with every ounce of strength they had. It was their relentless effort that had driven Kratos to this point.

“Let’s finish this. It’s our chance, sister!” Ayaka called out to Akane, who nodded in agreement, her dark eyes burning with resolve.

Together, the Arima twins launched a coordinated assault on Kratos. Their swords sliced through the air with precision, each strike aimed to bring the giant warrior down. Kratos tried to defend himself, raising his arms to block their attacks, but the force of their blades tore through his defenses, leaving deep gashes that bled profusely.

Despite his wounds, Kratos managed to grab Megara’s unconscious body and retreat, pulling her away from the immediate danger.

Now, all the remaining powerful Heroes turned their focus solely on Kratos, the last formidable Demon standing. The rest of the demonic forces were preoccupied with the relentless knights of Kastoria, unable to come to their leader’s aid.

Kratos felt the weight of inevitability press down on him. His vision blurred, his body aching with the toll of the battle. ‘It seems my time has come…’ he thought, closing his eyes in resignation.

-GRAAAAH!!!

But before anyone could land the final blow, a terrifying roar echoed through the sky, shaking the battlefield to its core.