I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Lucerus followed suit, his small frame settling comfortably onto his mother’s lap. A smirk tugged at his lips as he surveyed the room, his golden eyes sweeping over the assembled Heroes with an expression that was both curious and amused.

The room fell into a stunned silence as all eyes fixated on the child standing beside Nancy.

Lucerus.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, whispers spreading like wildfire.

“Is that… really her child?”

“What the hell?! This doesn’t make any sense!”

“Are you sure?! He should only be a year old, right?!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure… but look at him!”

“Maybe… maybe it’s another baby she took in?”

“That makes no sense! Just look at them—he’s clearly her son.”

The disbelief was warranted. Lucerus had been born less than two years ago, yet he already appeared to be six years old. His growth defied all logic, surpassing even the astounding rate at which Sara had matured—a feat that had already left many in awe. But Lucerus… his case was beyond extraordinary. It was something unprecedented, something that shook the very foundation of their understanding of human development.

Yet, it was to be expected. With the sheer number of divine blessings bestowed upon him, this unnatural acceleration of growth was merely a reflection of his true potential.

And it wasn’t just his physical development that stood out.

A tangible wave of magic radiated from Lucerus, pulsating like an untamed force barely contained within his small frame. It was overwhelming. The sheer amount of mana swirling inside him was absurd, utterly impossible for a child born merely two years ago. Even the most powerful among them couldn’t help but wonder—if he possessed this much power now, what kind of monster would he become in a few years?

A shiver ran down Siara’s spine as she turned toward Adelia, who stood trembling beside her.

“Adelia… are you okay?” Siara asked, her voice laced with concern.

Adelia’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She seemed uneasy—no, far more than that. Anxiety rolled off her in waves, her entire body stiff with tension.

Nancy, meanwhile, sat comfortably upon her throne, her expression one of complete satisfaction. She barely seemed to notice the commotion around her, her fingers idly stroking Lucerus’s hair as if he were nothing more than a beloved pet. A knowing smile played on her lips as she watched the others react.

Then, amidst the murmurs and speculations, a hushed voice cut through the crowd.

“Where is the new emperor?”

A beat of silence followed before another whispered response.

“Who knows…”

Siara’s sharp gaze returned to Adelia, waiting for an answer.

Adelia hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if debating whether she should truly reveal the truth. Then, after a long, uncertain pause, she finally spoke.

“My brother…” Her voice wavered. “He never accepted this marriage.”

The revelation sent a shockwave through the room. Even Amelia, who had remained composed up until now, widened her eyes in disbelief.

“It’s all just a facade,” Adelia continued, her expression darkening. “A carefully constructed image to grant Nancy legitimacy to rule. That’s all it ever was. I haven’t seen my brother for months…”

A heavy silence settled over them.

Sienna, frowning, was the first to break it.

“But… why?” she asked, bewildered. “Why would they go so far just to give Nancy legitimacy?”

Did she possess something they weren’t aware of? Some hidden power? Some divine right?

Adelia hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“I’m not entirely sure,” she admitted, her brows furrowing. “But I believe it has to do with the fact that her child carries the royal blood of my father. And… she listens to the Divine Knights.”

The weight of her words settled over the group like a heavy fog, their implications chilling.

“My brother… he has his flaws, but he isn’t as obedient as my father was when it came to the Divine Knights. He questions them, refuses to be their puppet. My mother was the same—she never trusted them, especially after my father’s death. She was always suspicious of what really happened to him.”

Adelia clenched her fists at her sides, her body visibly tensing.

“In the end, Hero Nancy—who just so happened to bear my father’s child—became the perfect candidate. A ‘hero’ with royal blood, easy to mold, easy to present to the people. That’s why this marriage between her and my brother… it’s all a farce. A carefully crafted deception to solidify her rule and grant her authority over the people of the Empire of Light.”

The revelation sent another wave of shock through the room.

Siara, struggling to process what she had just heard, took a step closer to Adelia. Her voice was filled with disbelief.

“Wait… suspicions? Are you saying the Emperor didn’t die from an illness?”

Adelia’s anxious expression deepened. If she had been uneasy before, now she seemed downright terrified. A bead of sweat trailed down the side of her face, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.

Before she could answer, a voice cut through the tension.

“Thank you for answering my call, Hero of the Empire of Light,” Nancy spoke at last, her tone smooth, almost amused.

A serene smile rested on her lips as she gazed at them, utterly detached from their shock and concern. It was as if she had already moved past this conversation, as if their emotions were nothing more than background noise to her.

Her classmates stiffened, but Nancy paid them no mind. She remained poised on her throne, her fingers gently stroking Lucerus’s hair as she continued.

“There is nothing to worry about regarding the war at Troy,” she said, her voice calm, composed. “It was merely a whim of the Goddess Hera. A conflict born out of her personal grievances. And, in the end, the ones who suffered defeat were the Greeks—not us. Not the Empire of Light.”

Her words, though spoken with certainty, did little to ease the tension in the room.

Her classmates exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions ranging from disbelief to irritation.

Nancy wasn’t even there.

How could she speak so lightly about the war? How could she dismiss what they had endured so easily? The blood, the chaos, the horror of battle—it was something she hadn’t experienced firsthand, something she could never truly understand.

Yet, none of them spoke up.

Whether out of fear, frustration, or resignation, they all remained silent.

Nancy, still smiling, raised her hand and activated a magic tool. A shimmering light flickered in the air before them, and a moment later, a projected image appeared.

A man stood in the projection, his jet-black hair neatly brushed back, his sharp features partially obscured by an eye patch.

“This,” Nancy said, gesturing toward the image, “is the Hero of Darkness from the Kingdom of Tenebria. He goes by the name Samael.”

A heavy stillness settled over the room.

Then, the image flickered—and changed.

A new face appeared.

Heiron.

The effect was immediate.

Eyes widened in horror. Some gasped audibly. Others flinched as if struck. A few even let out small, strangled yelps of fear.

For a brief moment, the room was filled with a suffocating sense of dread.

The mere sight of Heiron’s face was enough to send shivers down their spines.

Memories of battle—of the sheer brutality he had unleashed upon them—flashed through their minds.

That man…

That monster…

He had slaughtered so many people without hesitation, without a flicker of remorse.

Even now, long after the battle had ended, his image alone was enough to awaken something primal in them. Fear. Trauma. A visceral reaction that none of them could suppress.

And Nancy?

She continued smiling, watching their reactions with quiet amusement.

“Samael and Heiron… are one and the same.”

For a moment, no one spoke.

Siara’s breath hitched as she turned her gaze toward the projected images. The resemblance was undeniable—the same sharp features, the same cruel smirk hidden beneath an air of cold indifference.

No one had considered it before. Samael, the feared Hero of Darkness. Heiron, the ruthless executioner who had haunted their nightmares.

They were the same person.

“What are you saying?” Siara demanded, stepping forward with a frown.

But before Nancy could respond, a childish voice cut through the tension.

“Mommy, can I take her as a slave?”

Lucerus’s small finger pointed directly at Siara, his tone devoid of hesitation.

The room froze.

Siara’s eyes widened in disbelief, and a collective shudder passed through her classmates. The silence was deafening.

Then—Nancy laughed.

A light, casual laugh, as if she were merely humoring the whims of an innocent child.

“No, my dear,” she cooed, stroking Lucerus’s hair. “She is a Hero. You cannot do that.”

Lucerus pouted in disappointment but obediently lowered his hand.

Siara, still reeling, barely registered Nancy’s next words.

“It has been confirmed by the Gods themselves. Samael is Heiron, and he is the greatest threat to the Empire of Light.”

Nancy’s eyes flickered with something unreadable as she swept her gaze across the room.

“But not only to us,” she continued, her voice turning softer. “He is also a threat to you Heroes. He is the wall separating you from the Demon King… from your freedom… from returning to Earth.”

Silence fell.

Then, something shifted.

The fear in their eyes, while still present, was joined by something else—hope.

They had all but resigned themselves to this world, to a fate they never asked for. But now… there was a chance. A chance to go back.

“How are we supposed to do that?” someone spoke up, their voice shaking. “He’s a monster! Stronger than all of us combined!”

“Yeah! He easily took down Jason and Aidan like they were nothing!”

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the group. They had all witnessed his overwhelming strength firsthand. They knew the sheer gap between them.

Nancy, still smiling, folded her hands gracefully in front of her.

“Do not worry about that,” she assured them. “The Divine Knights have arranged a special training for you. But you must put in the effort.”

Her words, meant to be reassuring, only filled them with more unease.

Training? Against that monster?

Yet, if it meant they could return home… did they have a choice?

“Now,” Nancy continued, smoothly changing the subject. “Let’s move on to another matter. Since Kastoria chose to ally itself with Tenebria after their defeat, we too have decided to forge a true alliance. Not with a Kingdom, but with an Empire.”

Siara narrowed her eyes. “An Empire?”

Nancy nodded.

“Yes. The Empire of Ra.”

The name alone sent another ripple of uncertainty through the room.

“The Empire of Ra?” Siara repeated.

Nancy’s smile widened.

“Indeed. The God Anubis has personally accepted our proposal of alliance.”

Gasps echoed among the Heroes. A God had accepted an alliance with them?

Nancy’s voice was smooth and composed as she concluded, “Very soon, the Heroes of both nations will meet. Until then, I expect all of you to train diligently. You must be ready.”

After delivering her final words with an air of detached authority, Nancy rose gracefully from her seat, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She grasped Lucerus’s small hand in hers, her grip firm yet tender, and strode out of the grand hall with an air of indifference, as though the chaos and responsibilities she left behind were no longer her concern. The echoes of her heels clicking against the polished marble floor faded as she disappeared through the towering double doors, leaving the assembled courtiers and advisors to deal with the aftermath of her decisions.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Lucerus whined softly, tugging at her gown with his tiny fingers.

Nancy paused, glancing down at her son with a fleeting expression of maternal affection before her usual composed demeanor returned. She patted his head gently, her touch almost perfunctory, and turned to address the maid who had been trailing behind them.

“Maid, take Lucerus,” Nancy commanded, her voice cool and authoritative. “Ensure he is fed and put to bed. I have matters to attend to.”

The maid bowed deeply, her hands clasped respectfully in front of her. “At once, Your Majesty,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped forward and took Lucerus’s hand, leading him away with a gentle but firm grip. The child glanced back at his mother, his eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and longing, but Nancy’s attention had already shifted elsewhere.

As the maid and Lucerus disappeared down the corridor, Nancy continued her journey to her private quarters. The opulent halls of the palace were bathed in the soft glow of enchanted lanterns, their light casting intricate patterns on the walls adorned with tapestries depicting the empire’s storied history. Her gown, a masterpiece of silk and embroidery, trailed behind her like a river of liquid gold, the fabric shimmering with every step she took.

Upon entering her chambers, Nancy was greeted by the sight of Clahvel, her most trusted confidante and advisor. Clahvel stood near the ornate fireplace, her arms crossed and a knowing smile playing on her lips. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows across her sharp features, accentuating the calculating gleam in her eyes.

“You did an excellent job, Empress,” Clahvel said, her voice smooth and laced with admiration. “The court was left speechless, as always.”

Nancy smirked, a flicker of pride crossing her face as she approached her vanity. “Of course I did,” she replied, her tone dripping with confidence. “I was born to be an Empress. It’s in my blood.”

She reached up and deftly unfastened the delicate strap of her gown, allowing the fabric to slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. The cool air of the chamber kissed her bare skin, but she paid it no mind. Instead, she turned her attention to the two Divine Knights who stood at attention near the doorway, their imposing figures clad in gleaming armor that seemed to radiate an otherworldly aura.

“Do it?” Nancy said, her voice low and commanding, her eyes glinting with anticipation.

The knights obeyed without hesitation. They removed their helmets in unison, revealing strikingly handsome faces that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Their chiseled features were framed by cascading locks of hair, one dark as midnight and the other golden like the sun. They set their helmets aside and began to shed their armor, the heavy plates clinking as they fell to the floor, leaving them clad only in their undergarments.

Nancy watched with a predatory gaze, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as they approached her. The first knight, his body sculpted like a statue of a god, closed the distance between them in a few strides. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her fiercely, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. Nancy responded in kind, her hands roaming over his muscular chest and down to the waistband of his pants.

With practiced ease, she freed his hardened length, her fingers wrapping around his girth as she guided him toward her. She gasped as he entered her, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to thrust into her with a rhythm that was both urgent and relentless.

“Haaan❤️! Yes! Fuck me!” Nancy cried out, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and command. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the chamber, mingling with her moans and the knight’s ragged breaths.

The second knight, not to be outdone, moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He pulled her away from the first knight, eliciting a whimper of protest from Nancy, but it was quickly replaced by a gasp of pleasure as he filled her from behind. His movements were deliberate and powerful, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.

The first knight, now free, positioned himself in front of her, his cock glistening with her arousal. Nancy leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his length with practiced skill. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-lidded with desire, and her body trembled as she was pleasured from both ends.

Clahvel observed the scene with a detached calm, her expression unreadable. She had seen this countless times before—Nancy indulging in her carnal desires, using the knights as instruments of her pleasure. It was a familiar sight, one that no longer surprised her. With a faint sigh, Clahvel turned away, her mind already shifting to the next task at hand.