I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 674: Departure from the Kastorian Capital

The morning came in pale and unhurried, the capital still half-asleep under a sky that hadn’t yet decided between grey and gold.

Nathan stepped out of the bath feeling the previous night’s and just earlier’s sake and exhaustion and everything else rinse away cleanly, leaving behind the particular clearheaded stillness that always followed a night he’d actually slept.

Rena was still in her room, exhausted after Nathan had fucked her the morning as well. He had left her there with her hair spread across the pillow and her yokais already drifting back through the walls to their mistress, the room quiet and warm and carrying the specific quality of somewhere something irreversible had happened.

He had meant what he said to her. He would come back for her.

First there was work to do.

He found Ayaka and Akane waiting outside his room’s corridor — both of them put together for the morning, Ayaka’s expression already carrying the particular pout she deployed when she had feelings about something and had decided not to hide them, Akane standing beside her with the quieter version of the same thing.

”Do you really have to leave, Onii-chan?” Ayaka asked, the pout doing full work.

”The Princess’s child was attacked last night,” Nathan said. ”Taking her to Tenebria is the right move. She’ll be safe there.”

”But couldn’t you come straight back after?” Akane asked. Her voice was measured as always but the reluctance in it was genuine. ”We barely had any time together.”

”We were barely together at all,” Ayaka added, the sadness dropping into her voice without drama.

Nathan looked at both of them.

He almost said it. The actual truth — that he wasn’t going anywhere, that the official departure was a performance, that he was going to stay in Kastoria’s capital under a different face and different name and work from underneath the visible surface until Takehiko’s foundation gave way. The words were right there.

He stopped them.

Because Ayaka would volunteer immediately. Because Akane would follow without asking permission. Because involving them in what he was walking toward — the specific path that had a god at the end of it — was something he was categorically unwilling to do, and telling them would remove his ability to prevent it.

”Once the problems here are settled and the situation with the Light Empire is resolved,” he said, ”we’ll have all the time we need. Both of us. The continent won’t allow it before then.”

It was true as far as it went. As long as Tenebria and the Light Empire remained in their current state of hostility, and as long as Kastoria sat on the border between both with a succession crisis eating at it from the inside, nothing was stable. Nothing was safe. Peace on this continent required all of it to be addressed.

Ayaka and Akane both heard the truth in it. Their expressions stayed sad but they nodded.

Nathan stepped forward.

He kissed Akane first — soft, brief, his hand at her jaw, and felt her whole frame go still beneath it, her face flushing immediately from the base of her neck upward, her usual composure entirely absent for the three seconds it lasted.

Then Ayaka — who startled despite herself, a small sound escaping before she recovered, her face going red in the immediate complete way it always did.

”Be patient,” he said quietly, looking at both of them. ”And don’t do anything reckless while I’m gone.”

They nodded, flushed, and said nothing.

Ryuuki arrived minutes later, Haruka beside him with Ryuuji held against her chest in the layered wrap she used for traveling — the baby’s face small and content and entirely unaware that his presence in this carriage was the reason four people’s lives were being rearranged this morning.

The carriage stood waiting in the side courtyard — chosen specifically for its lack of visibility from the main gates, the departure planned quietly, no ceremony, no assembled nobles.

”Ayaka-san, Akane-san.” Ryuuki’s face lit up immediately upon seeing them. ”You came to see us off. That’s really kind.”

”Yes! That’s — yes, exactly,” Ayaka said, nodding perhaps slightly more firmly than the situation required.

”Thank you both,” Haruka said, her smile warm and genuine in the way that Haruka’s smiles always were — without performance, simply felt. The twins nodded back with the slightly awkward quality of people whose actual reason for being there had just been diplomatically reframed for them.

”Is that really why?” Yumiko materialized from behind the group, her eyes sweeping the twins’ flushed faces with the sharp attention of someone who had been paying attention for three years and had a very good sense of when a story had been adjusted.

”We should leave,” Nathan said immediately, and climbed into the carriage.

”Cold as ever,” Yumiko said after him, and then turned to Ryuuki and pulled him into a firm, genuine hug that he returned after a moment’s surprise. ”Be careful out there.”

”I should be telling you that.” Ryuuki’s voice shifted into something quieter. ”I feel genuinely bad leaving everyone here to manage the fallout.”

”Leave the class to me,” Yumiko said, pulling back and setting her shoulders. ”I’ve been doing it for three years.”

”You have,” Ryuuki laughed — the easy laugh that belonged specifically to Yumiko, the one she always managed to draw from him. He glanced sideways. ”And both of you help her,” he added toward Ayaka and Akane, who nodded.

Yumiko turned to Haruka and held her for a long moment — the particular hug between two women who had understood each other across the gap of different worlds and different circumstances and had found something genuine anyway.

”You too,” Yumiko said simply.

”I know,” Haruka replied. ”Thank you.”

Ryuuji made a small indignant sound at being compressed between them and Yumiko pulled back laughing, reaching out to poke one tiny cheek.

”And you. Grow up strong.”

Ryuuji looked at her with the profound, unfocused seriousness of a three-week-old encountering a face and having no framework for what to do about it.

They climbed into the carriage one by one. The door closed. The horses shifted.

The capital was quiet around them — most of it still sleeping, the early light just beginning to warm the roof tiles and the stone walls and the garden where the grass still held the impression, or perhaps only the memory, of two people lying under a very clear sky.

The carriage rolled forward.

Nathan sat with his back straight and his eyes forward, watching the castle’s walls recede through the small window, Haruka and Ryuuji across from him and Ryuuki beside them.

To everyone watching — to any noble or servant who happened to notice the unremarkable side-gate departure — the Lord Commander of Tenebria was leaving.

To Nathan, the work was just beginning.

The capital’s outer road stretched ahead of them — wide, dusty, lined on both sides by cedar trees that had been planted so long ago their roots had become part of the road’s architecture. The morning was properly arrived now, gold settling over everything, the last of the grey burned away.

The carriage rocked gently. Ryuuji slept against Haruka’s chest.

”Lord Samael,” Haruka said, breaking the quiet. ”What you’ve offered us — shelter, protection — it is genuinely kind. I want you to know that.”

”It’s the natural function of an alliance,” Nathan replied.

”Perhaps,” Ryuuki said. ”But you offered it before anyone asked. That means something different.” He held Nathan’s gaze for a moment with the direct honesty that had surprised Nathan at the feast. ”So. Thank you.”

Nathan looked at them both for a moment.

”One of my wives gave birth recently,” he said. ”A week ago. A son. She is Human — from another continent. You’ll have that in common.” He paused. ”The Queen of Tenebria also gave birth to my child not long ago. Another son. She is a Demon, but set aside whatever assumptions you arrived with. She is genuinely kind and will help you if you need it.”

Haruka leaned forward, the warmth in her face immediate and real. ”That’s wonderful. A son—”

”How many wives do you have?” Ryuuki asked, then caught himself. ”I’m sorry — that’s probably not —”

”The Demon Queen,” Haruka said slowly, understanding arriving in her expression. ”She is your wife as well?”

”She is,” Nathan said. ”As for the total, many.”

They both went quiet.

The carriage rolled on, and the capital’s walls shrank behind them, and Ryuuji made a small sleeping sound that filled the silence more gently than anything else could have.

Ten minutes out from the capital’s outer gate, Nathan spoke.

”Stop the carriage.”

The coachman hesitated — the particular hesitation of someone who had been given no explanation and could see nothing wrong with the road ahead — and then pulled the horses to a halt.

Nathan stepped out.

He stood on the road and looked up.

Ryuuki leaned out from the carriage door, following his gaze toward the sky — and then saw it.

Something was descending at a speed that had nothing to do with natural falling. A shape against the morning sky, growing fast, the air beneath it beginning to compress — and then it hit the road in front of the carriage with an impact that sent a circle of dust rolling outward in every direction and rocked the horses back on their hooves.

The coachman grabbed his seat. Haruka’s arm tightened around Ryuuji.

The dust cleared.

Ryuuki’s jaw dropped.

She was extraordinary. Dark ocean-blue hair falling long and loose, her eyes the deep color of water so far down no light reached it, her face expressionless in the way of someone who had simply never needed expression to communicate anything. She stood in the road’s center with the absolute stillness of something that had arrived exactly where it intended to and had no uncertainty about anything.

Nathan walked toward her.

The expressionless face shifted.

Not dramatically — barely at all, by any objective measure. A fractional softening at the corners of her mouth, the specific kind that only appears when the thing a person has been waiting for has arrived.

Nathan closed the remaining distance and kissed her.

”Hmm—!”

Charybdis caught her breath and then immediately lost it again as Nathan’s arm went around her and pulled her fully against him — his lips against hers unhurried and certain, the same way he did everything, as though the decision had been made completely before the movement began.

She melted.

Her legs shivered. Her hands, which had started to rise in some reflex of surprise, gave up their purpose entirely and found the front of his coat instead. Every line of her — which had arrived composed, expressionless, carrying the controlled stillness she wore at all times — dissolved into him completely.

”Hmm~~”

The coachman stared at the road directly in front of the horses.

Haruka’s face had gone fully red. She pulled her gaze away and found the interior of the carriage wall deeply interesting.

Ryuuki remained frozen in the doorway, jaw still not entirely resolved.

After a long minute Nathan pulled back.

Charybdis stood breathing — audible, slightly uneven, her face flushed from her cheekbones down, her dark eyes holding the slightly unfocused quality of someone whose composure had been completely, professionally dismantled and was in the early stages of reassembly.

”You came at exactly the right time, Charys,” Nathan said, his hand moving to her face — a light touch against her cheek, the easy intimacy of two people who had found each other across a very large distance.

”You called me,” Charybdis said.

”I did,” Nathan confirmed.

He turned toward the carriage.

”Inside are the people I need you to protect on the road to Tenebria. The woman and her child especially. Nothing reaches them.”

Charybdis’s gaze moved to Haruka and Ryuuki.

They both went slightly still under it — the expressionless quality returned fully now, her eyes moving across them with the flat, precise assessment of someone calculating variables. Cold was not quite the right word for it. More like the gaze of deep water — enormous, indifferent, entirely capable.

Then she looked back at Nathan.

”I will protect them,” she said simply.

”Good.” Nathan turned toward the carriage one last time. ”She takes my place from here. She’ll bring you to the capital.”

”Wait—” Ryuuki was out the door. ”What about you? Where are you going?”

”I have duties to attend to,” Nathan said.

”What duties? You just said you were—”

Nathan smiled at Charybdis.

She held his gaze for a moment — reading something in it, accepting it with the particular trust of someone who had learned not to ask for more explanation than she was going to receive and had made her peace with that — and gave a small nod.

And then he stomped the ground and left.

Ryuuki stood in the road staring at the empty space.

Haruka appeared at the carriage door beside him, Ryuuji against her chest, looking at where Nathan had been.

Charybdis turned toward the carriage, her face returned to its expressionless composure, her dark eyes holding nothing readable.

”Get in.”