I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“I can’t believe it!”

Auria’s excited voice echoed through the vast chamber, a room so grand it could rival those of royalty. The high, arched ceilings were adorned with intricate carvings, and golden chandeliers cast a warm, flickering glow over the luxurious furnishings. Silk curtains billowed slightly from the evening breeze drifting through the tall windows, adding an almost ethereal charm to the scene.

At the center of the opulent room, Auria practically bounced on the plush bed, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement. She resembled a love-struck maiden who had just met the hero of her dreams, her hands clasped together as if trying to contain the thrill surging through her.

Across from her, Ameriah watched with a mixture of amusement and understanding. She sat on the bed, gracefully leaning against a mound of soft pillows, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders. Unlike Auria, she wasn’t particularly shaken—after all, she had long since grown accustomed to Nathan’s presence.

The two of them shared this room for both security and comfort. Ameriah had never liked sleeping alone, a habit ingrained from years of sharing a bed with her older sister, Azariah. Now, with Auria as her closest friend, the arrangement felt natural.

Auria’s exhilaration was impossible to miss. She had been waiting for this moment ever since Nathan had been summoned, and now that she had finally met him, she was practically glowing with excitement. Ameriah could understand—after all, when she herself had first met Nathan, especially after his transformation following the Trojan War, she had been just as awestruck.

His presence had changed drastically since then. Everything about him—his appearance, his strength, his very aura—had evolved into something both commanding and undeniably captivating. The power he exuded was unlike anything she had ever witnessed, and even she, despite her usual composure, had needed time to adjust to the sheer force of his existence.

So it made sense that Auria, who had longed to meet him from the very beginning, would be overwhelmed now that her wish had finally been granted.

“He looks even more handsome than I ever imagined!” Auria gushed, pressing her hands against her flushed cheeks. “No, at this point, he looks like a god! I’ve never seen anyone like him in my entire life! How can you stay so calm in front of him, Ameriah?”

Her voice was laced with genuine wonder, her golden eyes wide with admiration.

Ameriah chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I see Samael quite often at the palace in the capital,” she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Auria gasped dramatically. “I am so jealous!” she declared, grabbing Ameriah’s hands and squeezing them tightly. “You absolutely have to introduce me properly! Please, Ameriah, I beg you!”

Ameriah blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Didn’t you already introduce yourself?”

“I… I did,” Auria admitted, a hint of shyness creeping into her voice, “but I want to do it again! I don’t want the Lord Commander to ever forget me. I need to leave a lasting impression tomorrow!”

Her expression turned serious, determination burning in her gaze.

Ameriah let out a soft sigh, shaking her head in amusement. Auria was truly hopeless when it came to this. But then again… perhaps she understood more than she was willing to admit.

“Alright, I’ll ask Samael for you,” Ameriah said, her voice carrying a note of reluctant amusement.

“Thank you! Thank you so much, Princess!” Auria exclaimed, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement. Her cheeks were already flushing red at the mere thought of meeting Nathan again, as if her heart could barely contain her anticipation.

Ameriah watched her friend with a small, knowing smile, but after a moment, a more serious expression crossed her face. She tilted her head slightly, regarding Auria with curiosity.

“It’s fine, but… are you sure it’s a good idea to get close to Samael?” she asked meaningfully, her voice tinged with innocent concern. “Your father won’t take it kindly, and you are a duke’s daughter. Won’t that cause problems for you?”

What she left unsaid lingered in the air between them. Ameriah understood how noble society worked—Auria’s reputation and future marriage prospects could be affected if she became too entangled with a man like Samael. A duke’s daughter was expected to marry well, to uphold her family’s honor, not to chase after a man already surrounded by powerful women.

Auria, however, merely giggled at Ameriah’s words, her laughter light and full of confidence.

“You really are so innocent, Princess,” she teased, shaking her head. “You worry too much. I won’t have any problems if I manage to claim the Lord Commander for myself.”

Ameriah’s breath caught in her throat. Her pale blue eyes widened in sheer disbelief as she stared at her friend.

“A…Auria?!” she stammered, utterly flustered.

Auria blinked at her, confused. “What? Is that wrong?” she asked, genuinely puzzled. “Any woman would wish to be with the Lord Commander.”

“T-That’s true,” Ameriah admitted hesitantly, fidgeting slightly. “But… Samael already has a lot of women, believe me.”

She didn’t elaborate further, but she didn’t need to. She might have been a bit naive at times, but she wasn’t stupid.

She had walked in on far too many compromising situations—times when she had accidentally stumbled upon Samael and her older sister, Azariah, locked in moments far too intimate for her innocent mind to process. She had always turned on her heels and fled before she could see too much, but the truth was clear: Azariah was not the only one.

Samael’s relationships extended beyond her sister. His three knightly companions—Semiramis, Helen, and Astynome—had all shared his bed as well. It was no secret, and if anything, it seemed inevitable that others would soon follow. Clytemnestra and Briseis were already lingering close, their interest in the Lord Commander growing with each passing day.

Auria, however, remained completely unfazed.

“I’ve heard the rumors,” she said with a confident grin. “But is that really a problem? He is the Hero of Darkness, after all.”

Her red eyes gleamed with unwavering determination.

“It’s only natural for a man like him to have many women,” she continued, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “But that won’t stop me. I wish to be among them.”

Ameriah could only stare, completely taken aback.

Auria leaned closer, clasping Ameriah’s hands in hers, her expression turning pleading. “Could you help me, Ameriah?”

“H-Help?” Ameriah echoed weakly, her mind scrambling to process what she was hearing.

“Yes!” Auria said eagerly. “You’re one of the Lord Commander’s women, aren’t you?”

Ameriah nearly choked. “W-What?!”

Auria ignored her friend’s shock, her red eyes shining with excitement as she pressed forward. “Could you speak to him on my behalf? Tell him about my desire to be with him?”

She tilted her head, giving Ameriah the most devastatingly effective pair of puppy-dog eyes she could muster.

Ameriah’s entire face turned bright red.

“I-I am not—!” Ameriah tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat, refusing to come out.

Truthfully, she couldn’t quite define her relationship with Nathan. It was a complicated tangle of emotions, unspoken moments, and quiet gestures that set her apart from others in his life. She knew—without a doubt—that she was among the small, exclusive circle of people he cared about. That much was clear. The way he treated her was different. Softer. More considerate. And that alone filled her heart with warmth.

But to go so far as to say she was his woman? That felt like a stretch, a dream too distant to grasp.

A nagging doubt always lingered at the back of her mind. Was she truly someone he saw as a potential lover? Or was she just a fragile little girl in his eyes, someone who needed to be protected, cared for—but never desired?

The mere thought sent a pang of sadness through her chest.

Because the truth was, Ameriah loved Nathan.

She had loved him for a long time—far longer than most. Longer than her older sister, even.

From the very moment he was summoned, she had been drawn to him. The way he carried himself with quiet confidence, the way he faced the world with an unshakable strength—cold yet undeniably composed. And in those rare moments when his kindness slipped through, hidden beneath his stoic nature, she had found herself falling deeper and deeper.

Talking to him had been a joy. A privilege.

And as he slowly became more open, letting his barriers down little by little, her feelings only intensified. But no matter how much she loved him, she was painfully aware that he likely didn’t see her the same way.

She had loved him first. Before anyone else.

Yet, as time passed, all the women who had come to love him after her had already secured their place by his side. They had become his lovers, his partners. Meanwhile, she remained where she always had been—watching from the sidelines, longing for something that felt just out of reach.

She had tried to be bold. To make him notice her. But it never seemed to be enough. No matter what she did, it felt as though he was blind to her feelings.

A sad smile crossed Ameriah’s lips as she finally spoke.

“I think he only looks at me like a sick girl who needs help,” she admitted, her voice quiet, almost resigned.

Auria, sitting beside her, studied Ameriah’s downcast expression, struggling to find the right words. She could see the sorrow in her friend’s eyes, the quiet yearning buried beneath layers of doubt and insecurity.

“But I’m happy like that,” Ameriah added, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

And yet, in that moment, Auria reached forward and clasped Ameriah’s hands more firmly, squeezing them with determination.

“Don’t give up, Ameriah,” she urged, her voice carrying an undeniable spark of resolve. “Come on!”

Ameriah blinked in surprise. “Auria?”

“Leave it to me.” A smirk curved Auria’s lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll make sure the Lord Commander sees you as a woman. And not just that—I’ll make sure you become one of his women!”

“A…Auria?”

Hearing those words, Ameriah’s cheeks flamed a deep shade of red. A part of her wanted to brush off Auria’s bold declaration as a joke. But another part—hidden deep inside her—felt the first flicker of hope. A tiny spark of anticipation.

Could it really happen? .