My Slave Goddess

That morning, the goddess refused to become my slave for a day, despite our bet.

"We're still at the Sanctuary," she said calmly. "A place crafted by my own divine hands. I won't play games here."

So we agreed to save it for something greater.

We took our goodbyes with the elves. I gave a final order:

"Build tow houses. For me and the goddess. Right here. Or just one if you can't manege two

They nodded and bowed, promising to make it the best home in the sanctuary. For once, I felt a little like royalty.

Outside the sanctuary, I turned to the goddess. She was fully restored radiant, walking with divine confidence again.

"Where are we going now?" I asked.

"To the temple," she answered, voice refreshed.

"Someone's looking energetic today."

She smiled. "I am. I visited the prophecy statue last night. I saw that I still have followers people who've waited for my revelation. We're going to change lives, Alex. My people need me.

Even though they did shameful things in your name.

You don't know she answered, maybe those was just bandits. Who knows.

But before we even traveled a mile, they came.

The Gablanes.

Green-skinned humanoid monsters, brutal, crawling out from the surrounding hills and trees like a swarm of ants. They were armed with chipped axes, broken shields, and fury in their eyes. This time, i didn't have the protection stone.

So the crash was inevitable.

The goddess flew into the air above me, hands glowing with divine light.

"This is your training!" she shouted.

Training? I'd lived two lives and fought armies.

Still, I welcomed the warm-up.

The first Gablane charged, swinging a jagged blade. I dodged and snapped its arm clean, then used it to beat two more to the ground. They came in waves strong, fast, but predictable. I barely had to try.

But then the earth trembled.

Heavy footsteps echoed.

The other Gablanes stopped fighting and stepped aside. A massive figure approached muscles thick like armor, war paint covering his face and chest, and a great spiked hammer resting on his shoulder.

The Gablane King.

He was taller than all of them, with two horns twisting from his brow with scars from old battles. He stopped a few feet from me and bared his teeth, then roared at me

I cracked my neck. "You're welcome to try."

He came at me with surprising speed, swinging the hammer like thunder. The ground shook with every blow. I dodged left, then ducked under a heavy swing that shattered a nearby boulder.

I countered with a punch to his ribs but he barely flinched.

He grabbed my shoulder and threw me into a tree. The trunk snapped in half.

I stood up, wiped blood from my lip, and grinned. "Finally. Someone who hits back."

The Gablane King roared and charged again, this time swinging wildly. I met him head-on. My fist collided with his jaw a crack echoed through the trees.

We traded blows heavy, fast, merciless. It was brutal. No magic. No tricks. Just strength versus strength.

But his rage made him sloppy. He raised the hammer high, roaring like a beast and I ducked under it, wrapped my arms around his waist, and slammed him headfirst into the ground.

Dust flew. The earth cracked beneath us.

When the dust settled, he wasn't moving.

I stood over his broken body, breathing hard.

"Training complete," I muttered.

And then a chill filled the air.

A sound like thunder. Wings.

Something far bigger than a Gablane appeared in the sky.

A dragon descended from the clouds, its wings stretching wide, casting a shadow over the entire clearing. The goddess froze midair, pale and shaking.

The dragon hovered for a moment, then slowly transformed. Its wings folded, scales shimmered and peeled back, revealing a tall woman with silver hair and burning red eyes.

She landed gracefully.

"What's wrong with this human?" she asked, voice deep and sharp. "All alone from the kingdom and he just wiped out an entire Gablane nest barehanded?"

I looked at the goddess she had flown far off, hiding behind a tree like a frightened child.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Did I trespass in your territory?"

She shook her head. "No. This isn't my land. I come here to hunt."

She looked at the dead Gablanes and her expression darkened.

"Two hundred years ago, they stole one of my eggs. Burned it with hellfire. Killed my child. Since then, I come here every year on this day to kill them. One by one."

She turned to me.

"What is your name, human?"

"Alex. And yours?"

"Beatrice," she said. "But you can call me Tracey."

"Why should I?"

"It's also my name. A simple one for you mortals."

I glanced back at the goddess again.

Tracey tilted her head. "I also sensed a familiar power here. You are with a fairy right?

Then she called out, "Hello, time fairy."

Boom.

Ashley's tiny form exploded in a burst of divine light, growing into her full goddess form in a blink. The dragon-woman's eyes widened, and she shifted back into her true form a massive silver-scaled beast.

"So the rumors are true," she growled. "The goddess and the hero have descended to slay the Demon King."

She let out a puff of smoke.

"What a shame and a waste of time. That Demon King is the laziest creature I've ever met."

She turned toward the sky.

"We'll meet again, human. You did a good job today. You saved me the trouble of hunting."

With one beat of her wings, she vanished into the clouds.

And this news has Bern confirmed the great battle is about to start let me go back to prepare.

The problem of a dragon is that if it tell other dragons all the dragons will know,

Then kill it.

I can't Ashley answered looking down,

Why I asked. Are you even following what I was saying. I can't entefere in this world.