I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

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?

“Don’t look so surprised,” Auria said, flashing a wide, confident smile. “Of course, I would love to be with the Lord Commander myself. But you, Ameriah—you’re my close friend. I want to support you first. And when the time comes, I hope you’ll support me as well!”

Ameriah, still reeling from Auria’s unexpected declaration, found herself at a loss for words. Her mind spun as she tried to process the idea. The thought of being that close to Nathan… it was exhilarating, almost too much to believe.

She had spent so long admiring him from a distance, watching as others claimed a place by his side while she remained trapped in the background. But now, Auria was offering her something she had never truly dared to imagine—an opportunity to change that.

A future where she could stand beside him.

The image flickered in her mind, tantalizing and unreal. To be as close to Nathan as her sister was… could it really be possible?

If there was even the slightest chance, then she had to try.

Slowly, hesitantly, Ameriah nodded.

“Perfect!” Auria clapped her hands together, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “First, you have to go to the Lord Commander’s room. Right now.”

“R…Right now?” Ameriah stammered, her heartbeat quickening. “B..But he must be asleep…”

“Who cares?” Auria waved off her concern with an amused chuckle. “This is the perfect moment! It’s nighttime—ideal for these kinds of things. Just say you’re scared or feeling unwell and need comfort.”

Ameriah hesitated, shifting uncertainly. “S..Sick? But…”

“Ameriah, you are sick,” Auria reminded her, her tone turning slightly more serious. “And that’s exactly why he’s so soft toward you, isn’t it? You said it yourself—he treats you differently because of your condition. So why not use that to your advantage?”

“I… I see…” Ameriah mumbled, gripping the fabric of her gown.

She didn’t particularly like the idea of using her illness as an excuse. It felt manipulative, dishonest. But… if it was to win over Nathan, then maybe—just maybe—it was okay.

Auria, seeing her hesitation, wasted no time in pushing forward.

“And one more thing,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You can’t just waltz in there wearing this plain old gown that hides every inch of your body. You need something… more revealing. Something that will make him see you as a woman—not just some fragile girl he needs to protect.”

Without waiting for permission, Auria strode over to her cupboard, rummaged through its contents, and pulled out a delicate negligee—one so sheer and revealing that it left very little to the imagination.

Ameriah’s face turned bright red in an instant.

“T……This is too much, Auria!” she gasped, her voice breaking with sheer embarrassment. She could barely look at the garment, let alone imagine herself wearing it.

If she showed up at Nathan’s door in something like this—she might as well outright ask him to take her to bed!

“Sometimes, you have to go all out, Princess,” Auria said seriously, holding the negligee up with an approving nod. “If you don’t, the Lord Commander will never see you as a woman.”

Ameriah nearly felt her legs give out beneath her.

Her entire body burned with shame, and for a brief moment, she was convinced she might relapse into sickness just from sheer mortification alone.

She hated this. It was humiliating.

And yet…

She swallowed hard, extending a trembling hand toward the garment, fingers brushing against the delicate fabric.

Without a word, she took it from Auria, her face still flushed crimson, and nodded—barely able to contain her embarrassment.

“Hurry up! I’ll help you with your appearance,” Auria said, swiftly rising from her bed.

Just as she was about to move, the door to her room creaked open slightly.

Both Auria and Ameriah turned toward it, their gazes locking onto the narrow gap where the darkness of the corridor seeped through.

“Carin, is that you?” Auria called out, assuming it was her personal maid.

It was common for Carin to check on her at this hour, so Auria naturally thought it was her. But an unsettling silence answered her instead.

No footsteps. No response. Nothing.

Frowning, Auria hesitated for a moment before stepping toward the door. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against the cold handle before she pulled it open wider.

Nothing but shadows greeted her. The hallway beyond was pitch black, an eerie emptiness stretching into the unknown.

“Strange… I’m certain I didn’t turn off the lights,” Auria murmured under her breath, a flicker of unease settling in her chest.

Shrugging it off, she turned away, intent on dismissing the odd occurrence. But before she could take more than a step, the lights in her room abruptly went out.

Darkness swallowed everything.

“Auria?” Ameriah’s voice rang out sharply, laced with growing dread. She stood up, her body tense, as if instinctively sensing something was wrong.

Auria’s senses sharpened immediately. She didn’t hesitate—her feet moved on their own, and she rushed toward the door, slamming it shut with force.

“Don’t worry. If an intruder has entered, they won’t remain unnoticed for long,” Auria said, her tone now cold and composed.

Ameriah, however, was clearly unnerved. “Shouldn’t we warn the others?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, betraying her fear.

“No,” Auria replied firmly. “It’s too dangerous to step outside. We wait.”

She stood stiffly, her expression betraying none of her inner anxiety. Despite her young age, the weight of responsibility pressed down on her shoulders. She wasn’t just a noble girl—she was the daughter of a Duke. That came with duty, and right now, her foremost priority was Ameriah’s safety.

Ameriah wasn’t just anyone—she was a royal princess. If something happened to her under Auria’s watch…

Auria clenched her fists. Failure was not an option.

“There’s no need to worry, Princess,” Auria said, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. “My father is here. And the Lord Commander too.”

The mention of Nathan seemed to have an immediate effect on Ameriah. The fear in her eyes dulled slightly, her breathing slowing.

That’s right. Nathan was here.

As long as he was present, nothing could possibly happen to them.

Or so they thought.

A sharp gasp tore through the room.

“Haaghh!!”

Auria barely had time to react before she felt something—hands, cold and firm, gripping her from behind.

“Auria!” Ameriah cried, her face contorting in horror. She instinctively moved forward, but her steps halted abruptly.

Her breath hitched as she watched in frozen terror.

A figure had begun to materialize out of the void itself.

The shadows twisted, forming the shape of something—or someone—unnatural.

And it was standing right behind Auria.

Ameriah froze completely, her breath catching in her throat as her wide, terrified eyes locked onto the sinister figure before her.

A young man with dark, unruly hair stood behind Auria, his grip firm and unyielding as he held her in place. A twisted smirk played on his lips, his amusement barely concealed beneath a mocking snicker.

He was clothed entirely in black, his presence exuding an ominous, suffocating aura. There was something unsettling about him—something that sent a chill down Ameriah’s spine.

“It’s too easy,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “You demons are just as brainless as ever. Twenty years have passed, and you’re still as dumb as before.”

He let out a cruel laugh, his fingers tightening slightly around Auria’s shoulders.

“L…Leave Auria!!” Ameriah shouted, her voice breaking as she clenched her fists.

The young man turned his gaze to her, his expression unreadable before he uttered a single, cold word.

“No.”

Auria, still trapped in his grasp, inhaled sharply, her mind racing for a solution.

“Are you the Hero who attacked us?” she asked, forcing her voice to remain steady.

“In fact, yes,” he replied nonchalantly. “I even warned your father and all of you, didn’t I? Yet, you all chose to ignore me. And now look where that’s gotten you.” He let out another laugh, cruel and sharp. “Not only do I have you, but I also have the royal princess as my hostage. How fortunate for me.”

Auria’s expression darkened, her voice turning icy. “You’ll never be able to escape this place with us.”

The young man’s shoulders shook as he let out a derisive cackle.

“Kahahaha! Are you stupid or just desperate? I entered your room as easily as I’ll leave it!” His laughter echoed, taunting and confident.

Auria’s breath hitched.

How…?

How had he entered so easily?

No one should have been able to bypass the layers of security surrounding this place. Yet, here he stood, unhindered and unbothered. If he truly had the means to escape just as effortlessly as he claimed, then this was beyond bad.

Her stomach twisted in dread.

“M…my father and the Lord Commander are here… they’ll kill you,” she stammered, her voice betraying her rising panic.

The Hero scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Lord Commander?” He let out a short, derisive laugh. “That guy is dead.”

Auria stiffened.

He was referring to the previous Lord Commander. He had no idea about the current one.

“And your father?” He continued, a wicked grin stretching across his face. “Who do you think I am? I’m one of the Heroes. Killing your father would be nothing more than an afterthought.”

Ameriah swallowed hard, her body trembling.

She could feel herself unraveling. The weight of the situation pressed down on her like a crushing force, suffocating her resolve.

“L…Let’s discuss,” she tried, forcing the words out as she clenched her fists, willing herself to stay calm.

But the Hero simply smirked.

“No,” he said flatly, his grip on Auria unwavering. “I had other plans initially. But now?” His gaze flickered between the two girls, amusement glinting in his eyes. “I’ve changed my mind. Turns out I’ve acquired some rather… valuable hostages.”

Then, slowly, deliberately, he licked his lips.

A visible shiver ran down Ameriah’s spine.

Auria’s heart pounded violently in her chest.

This was bad. Very bad.