I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 254 Aisha pregnant?

It was clear that her worry had consumed her in my absence. When I first saw her again, there had been a wildness in her eyes, a madness born of too many sleepless nights and unanswered prayers. Now, as she lay beside me, that feral intensity had softened, replaced by something far more seductive. Her lips curved into a sly, alluring smile as she leaned closer, her fingers tracing idle patterns across my chest.

”Nathan…” she began, her tone light and teasing at first. Then, as if gathering courage, she took a deep breath and spoke again. ”Nathan, Iʼm pregnant.”

”Pregnant?” I asked, my voice steady but laced with a hint of disbelief. I needed to hear her confirm it, as though the word itself was too momentous to grasp without her affirmation.

”Yes,” Aisha nodded, her expression soft yet glowing.

She placed a hand gently over her stomach, her movements tender, as if cradling the very life that now grew within her. ”I wasnʼt sure at first, but now I can feel it,” she said, her lips curving into a smile so radiant it could rival the dawn. The joy in her eyes was unmistakable, and it struck me in a way I hadnʼt anticipated.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a slow breath. ”You should have told me before we started... you know,” I said, shaking my head in mild exasperation.

I gave her a look, but she just laughed, a light, carefree sound that belied the seriousness of the moment. ”I mean it, Aisha. Having sex while pregnant could be dangerous,” I continued, my tone firm but not unkind.

Her laughter softened, and her expression turned apologetic. ”I know,” she admitted, her fingers brushing over her belly again. ”But when I saw you… I just couldnʼt hold back.”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. ”And now? Youʼre keeping the baby?”

She looked up at me with unwavering certainty. ”Yes. I will.” Her words were resolute, her smile unwavering, and for a moment, all the noise of the world seemed to fade away.

But then reality crept back in, heavy and insistent. ”What about the war?” I asked, my voice grave. ”If youʼre keeping the baby, I donʼt want you fighting anymore.”

Her smile faltered slightly, and a shadow passed over her face. ”Then… I wouldnʼt be able to see you?”

Her question hit me harder than I expected. The thought of her staying behind, away from the chaos of the battlefield but also away from me, was a bitter pill to swallow. She had just reunited with me after so long, and I knew how much these fleeting moments we spent together meant to her. But I couldnʼt let her risk everything—not when there was a life growing inside her.

”I know,” I said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. ”But thatʼs the price to pay. Do you really want to endanger the baby?”

Her gaze lowered, her hand returning to her stomach. She was silent for a moment, her thoughts unreadable, but then she nodded, her fingers tightening slightly against her abdomen. ”Okay,” she whispered, her voice steady. ”I wonʼt take part in the war anymore.”

Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I hadnʼt realized I was holding. ”Thank you,” I said, my voice sincere.

If she had resisted, I would have had to force her hand, and I didnʼt like the thought of doing so. But Aisha was not someone consumed by the lust for battle. She had always fought with purpose, not for the thrill of it, and for that, I was grateful.

Still, the reality of her words began to sink in. She was really pregnant. Another life, fragile and full of possibility, had been entrusted to me. Somehow, amidst the chaos and bloodshed that defined my world, the thought filled me with a quiet, unexpected happiness.

This would be my second child. After Sara—the daughter I had with Amelia—this child would become another light in my life, another reason to keep fighting, another soul I needed to protect.

The weight of responsibility pressed down on me, but it was not unwelcome. It was grounding, a reminder of what I was truly fighting for. It wasnʼt about only getting revenge on the Divine Knights anymore then.

I clenched my fists. I had to become stronger. Strong enough to shield them all from the dangers that loomed like dark clouds on the horizon. The Divine Knights had to be dealt with—eliminated, once and for all. As long as they existed, the Empire of Light would never be safe.

And neither would the people I loved. Amelia, Aisha, Courtney… even my stepsisters. Each one of them was a reason to keep pushing forward, to keep honing my skills, to keep rising above the chaos.

”When are you planning to see Courtney and your sisters?” Aishaʼs voice broke the silence, her question catching me off guard.

I glanced at her, my thoughts momentarily scattering. ”Is it urgent?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral.

She shook her head slightly but continued to look at me, her expression inquisitive. I knew she wanted more than a dismissive answer, but the truth was complicated, and I wasnʼt sure how to explain it in a way sheʼd fully understand.

I had intervened for Aisha because the situation had been desperate. She had been teetering on the edge of something unthinkable—nearly violated, her spirit seemingly shattered, and her will to resist all but gone. I had stepped in because I couldnʼt bear to see her like that, because she needed saving when she had stopped caring enough to save herself.

Courtney and my stepsisters, though, were different. Outwardly, they were still functioning, still fighting. They hadnʼt reached the breaking point Aisha had. Or at least, thatʼs what I told myself. But deep down, I knew that didnʼt mean they were okay.

I had seen them in the chaos of battle—Courtney, her eyes hollow as she moved like a machine, cutting down Trojans with a cold precision that made my chest tighten. And Sienna, my eldest stepsister, had been no better. There was something mechanical, lifeless, about the way they fought. They were like ghosts of themselves, haunted by whatever they had endured, but too consumed by survival to process it.

”Not urgent, I think,” Aisha said, pulling me from my thoughts. ”But why are you waiting?”

The question struck a nerve, though I tried not to show it. I hesitated, turning my gaze away from her and focusing on nothing. How could I explain to her the storm brewing inside me?

The truth was, I didnʼt know if I would still be alive in the next few months. My survival hinged on too many uncertainties—on Apolloʼs return, on whether he could find a solution to my predicament, on whether fate would even allow me another chance.

And if I died again, for good this time… what would be the point of reuniting with them now? Of giving them hope, only to snatch it away when I was gone for a second time? I didnʼt think they would recover from that. They had already mourned me once. It was better if they believed I was still dead until I could face them without the shadow of death looming over me.

Aisha had been the exception. I hadnʼt wanted her to know either, but circumstances had left me no choice. She had seen me, touched me, and I couldnʼt have hidden the truth from her even if Iʼd tried. But Courtney, Sienna, and the others… I could keep my distance for their sake, even if I wanted to see them.

”Why?” Aisha pressed, her eyes searching mine.

”When the time comes, Iʼll tell them,” I said at last, my voice firm but quiet. ”Until then, keep it secret.”

Her brows furrowed, and I could see the confusion in her expression. She didnʼt understand my reasoning, and thankfully, she didnʼt push me to explain. Instead, she nodded slowly, accepting my answer even if it didnʼt satisfy her.

”I really want this war to end,” she murmured, her voice tinged with weariness.

”Soon,” I promised her, though the word felt hollow on my tongue.

The end of the war wasnʼt something I could guarantee. Agamemnonʼs death would bring an end to it—at least in theory—but that man was as cowardly as he was cunning. He stayed far from the frontlines, surrounded by layers of protection, using others to fight and die for his ambitions.

Then there was Odysseus.

Unlike Agamemnon, whose arrogance and greed drove him, Odysseus fought out of a misplaced sense of loyalty. He didnʼt care for glory or spoils. No, his allegiance was to Agamemnon, twisted as it was, and that made him dangerous. If Agamemnon were to die, Odysseus would have no reason to fight.

But the problem didnʼt end there.

Odysseus was more than just a soldier. He was a strategist, a manipulator, and above all, the man standing between us and Agamemnon. If we ever hoped to reach the coward hiding at the rear of the battlefield, Odysseus had to be dealt with first. His cunning would otherwise plague us at every turn, and heʼd ensure Agamemnon remained untouchable.

Both of them had to die in the end.

And if Achilles had still been in the picture, he too would have been a threat requiring elimination. But, much to my relief, Achilles had withdrawn. Agamemnonʼs insufferable arrogance had proven too much, even for the mighty warrior, and he had abandoned the fight altogether. A rare stroke of fortune in this gods-forsaken war.

I rose to my feet, and put on my clothes and my stolen Spartan armor thinking this.

”I have to leave before I gather unwanted attention,” I told Aisha, my voice low.

She stood as well, her movements slow, her smile tinged with sadness. The weight of our circumstances hung heavy in the air between us. We both knew the truth—our moments together would be fleeting, rare like stolen breaths of peace in a world suffocating with chaos.

I reached for her, pulling her close, and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss deepened, lingering, as if we could pour everything we felt but couldnʼt say into that single connection. When I finally pulled away, a faint trail of saliva connected us.

”I promise it will be better after this,” I said.

Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of hope and doubt. ”I know,” she whispered, but then her expression grew serious, her tone heavier. ”But promise me one thing.”

”What is it?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.

”Donʼt die,” she said firmly, her gaze unwavering. ”Not in this war. Not ever. Promise me.”

The intensity of her words struck a chord deep within me. She must have noticed something in my expression, some flicker of hesitation or shadow of doubt, but I couldnʼt let her see the full truth. I couldnʼt let her know how precarious my survival truly was.

”I wonʼt be killed that easily,” I said simply, a small smile tugging at my lips to mask the storm inside.

It wasnʼt a promise I could make, not honestly. But it was what she needed to hear.

She studied my face for a moment longer, her fingers brushing against my hand as if reluctant to let go. Then, with a quiet sigh, she nodded.

I nodded and stepped out of the tent.