I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Taketaʼs eyes widened in shock as my sword plunged into his chest. The movement was swift, precise, and final. He gasped, blood bubbling from his lips as he looked at me, confusion and pain mingling in his gaze. His body went limp in my grasp, the life draining from him in mere moments. His hands, once clutching at mine in a desperate attempt to break free, fell lifelessly to his sides.

His eyes, once filled with fear, slowly closed as his heart gave its final beat.

Taketa was dead.

I released my grip on Taketaʼs lifeless body, allowing it to slump to the ground with a dull thud. His blood pooled around him, seeping into the earth and staining the once pristine battlefield a deep, ominous red. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The air was thick with the weight of what had just transpired, and a heavy silence settled over the area.

The shock was palpable, radiating from the Heroes and their allies as they stared in horror at what I had done.

Then, as if the spell of silence had been broken, the screams began.

”KYAAAA!!!”

”NOOOO!!”

”HYAAA!!!”

The voices of the Heroes, now tinged with terror, echoed across the battlefield. Their cries were filled with disbelief and fear as they tried to process the brutal reality that had just unfolded before their eyes. Taketa, their classmate, their friend with whom they had shared countless hours of study and camaraderie, was dead.

His life had been snuffed out right in front of them, and the finality of it was too much for them to bear.

The girls, especially, recoiled in horror, stumbling backward as they tried to distance themselves from the scene. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with fear, and some clutched their mouths as if to hold back the rising bile. The boys, on the other hand, glared at me with a mixture of fear and powerlessness, their expressions twisted as if they were staring at the embodiment of pure evil.

But their gazes meant nothing to me.

My focus was on Ryuuki.

He stood frozen, his face a mask of disbelief. But slowly, that disbelief morphed into something darker, something far more dangerous—hatred. His features contorted as the realization sank in, and his hands trembled as he tried to form words.

”W...why...” he finally managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion.

I didnʼt respond. There was no point in explaining myself. I had warned them, and they had chosen to ignore that warning. Did they think I was playing some sort of twisted game? That I wasnʼt serious? I had given them a chance to walk away, to avoid this bloodshed.

”If you donʼt want to lose another classmate, scram and never come back here,” I said, my voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

But Ryuuki didnʼt seem to hear me—or perhaps he simply didnʼt care. ”BASTARD!!!!” he screamed, his voice raw with fury. In a flash, he surged toward me, an explosion of mana erupting from his body. His swords, now glowing with a fierce golden light, crackled with power as he channeled all his strength into his next attack.

He was stronger now, far stronger than he had been moments before, but strength alone wouldnʼt save him.

”I WILL KILL YOU!!!”