I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“Should I call Medea? Maybe she could help?” Scylla asked, her voice trailing after Nathan as they stepped outside the castle, the cool night air brushing against them.

Nathan didn’t break stride. His gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression unreadable. “No, there’s no need,” he said firmly.

Scylla frowned slightly but said nothing.

It was true that Medea, the most gifted sorceress in the world, wielded magic powerful enough to shake the very foundations of reality. With the right spells, she could potentially trace even the faintest remnants of Hero Skills, weaving through layers of concealment that others wouldn’t even perceive. Given time, she could likely accomplish what no ordinary mage could.

But Nathan had already decided. He didn’t need Medea for this.

He had his own ways.

“You stay here, just in case,” Nathan ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Scylla narrowed her eyes. “Why?” She didn’t like this. Not one bit.

Nathan’s steps slowed, and he turned slightly toward her. “That Hero may have allies. If they exist, they could take advantage of my absence and attack Breistan,” he explained evenly.

Scylla scoffed, folding her arms. “Who cares about that town? Ameriah isn’t here anymore.” Her voice was cold, dismissive, void of concern for the fate of Breistan. If it fell into ruin, it wouldn’t matter to her in the slightest.

What she did care about, however, was him—Nathan.

She knew he didn’t give a damn about Breistan either. His only reason for being here was because of the Hero of the Second summoning. So why did he suddenly care enough to leave her behind to guard a town that meant nothing to him?

“Scylla.”

Nathan’s sharp gaze locked onto her.

She clenched her fists. “Why did you even bring me if not to accompany you until the end? Just to have me protect people I don’t give a damn about?” she muttered, sulking.

Nathan sighed, his voice firm yet calm. “I brought you because you are one of my Black Knights—the ones I trust the most.” His words carried weight, an unshakable truth. “And I’m not leaving you behind to protect Breistan. Your mission is different.”

Scylla tilted her head slightly, intrigued despite herself.

“If any Heroes appear, I want you to capture them. Alive.”

That was all she needed to know.

Nathan didn’t give a damn about Breistan. If it burned, it burned. He wouldn’t have even set foot in this place had he not received word of a Hero of the Second Summoning appearing. That was his only reason for being here.

Because he had questions. And he intended to get answers.

All these years… what had they been doing?

Why did they run?

Were they all still alive?

He needed to know. And he wouldn’t stop until he had the truth.

Hearing Nathan speak about how much he trusted her, Scylla felt an unexpected warmth rise to her cheeks. She wasn’t the type to get flustered easily, but this—his unwavering faith in her—was something else entirely.

He was truly serious about it.

Nathan had carefully selected her, along with Medea and Charybdis, as his most trusted knights. The three of them were meant to stand by his side, no matter the battlefield, no matter the domain, until the very end. That trust was not something he gave lightly, and Scylla understood the weight of his words.

After a brief moment of contemplation, she exhaled and gave him a firm nod. “Fine. I’ll do it for you.”

With that, she turned and left, her footsteps fading into the distance.

Now alone, Nathan ascended into the sky, his body cutting through the air like a wraith as he soared above Breistan. The wind howled around him, rustling his clothes, but he barely paid it any mind. He had a task at hand.

He landed atop the highest building within the city, his piercing gaze scanning the vast landscape beyond the towering walls. From this vantage point, he could see everything—the sprawling forests, the jagged cliffs, and the distant roads snaking through the land like veins. Somewhere out there, the Hero who had kidnapped his people had disappeared.

Nathan narrowed his eyes. It was highly likely that the Hero had used some kind of skill to slip away unnoticed. Teleportation, stealth, or perhaps something even more esoteric—there were countless ways to vanish without a trace. But no matter what trick was used, every escape had a destination. The Hero had to be somewhere.

The most logical assumption was that he had gone to a safe haven, a place to rest or regroup after fleeing. A hideout wouldn’t be too close to Breistan—being within reach of pursuit would be foolish—but it also wouldn’t be so far that the Hero couldn’t return swiftly if necessary.

Nathan let his gaze wander over the horizon, searching for anything that stood out. But the truth was, there were too many possibilities. A dense forest could easily conceal a shelter, an abandoned ruin could serve as a temporary base, and the mountains in the far distance could house any number of hidden caves. The options were too vast, too uncertain.

He needed something more.

Without hesitation, Nathan activated one of his most powerful abilities—Eye of Odin.

The moment he did, a radiant golden glow ignited in his left eye, illuminating the world in an entirely different way. SSS-Rank. A skill that granted him the power to peer through illusions, to pierce the veil of hidden truths, and most importantly, to see the remnants of other abilities left behind. Normally, he used it to analyze the status and skills of those around him, a particularly invaluable tool when dealing with Heroes.

But this time, he wasn’t searching for an enemy’s status.

This time, he was looking for something much more elusive—the remnants of a Hero Skill.

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, but Nathan wasn’t relying on ordinary means. The Eye of Odin was precise, a force beyond human comprehension. If an ability as powerful as a Hero Skill had been used in the vicinity, even faint traces of it would still linger in the fabric of reality.

All he had to do was find it.

His golden eye flickered, scanning the land with unerring precision. The ordinary world faded into the background as layers of magic and unseen forces unraveled before him. Somewhere out there, amidst the vast expanse, was the answer he sought.

It took Nathan a moment before his sharp eyes detected the faint remnants of an unusual magic signature lingering in the air. Unlike the darker aura commonly exuded by Demons, this magic was distinct—something foreign yet unmistakably powerful. It was an anomaly, an irregularity amidst the residual traces of battle.

Without hesitation, Nathan propelled himself forward, his body slicing through the air at staggering speed. Miles blurred past in mere seconds until he reached his destination—an unassuming forest shrouded in silence. He landed with precision, his boots pressing against the soft earth, sending a ripple through the surrounding foliage.

At first glance, nothing seemed out of place. The trees stood tall and undisturbed, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. The air carried only the usual scents of damp earth and old bark. But Nathan wasn’t deceived by mere appearances.

Activating his Eye of Odin, his golden gaze swept over the area, dissecting every minute detail with inhuman precision. His piercing vision revealed it—an almost imperceptible aura clinging to a peculiar tree in the center of the clearing. The traces of the Hero’s magic were faint but undeniable, wrapping around the tree like invisible threads of energy.

Nathan approached cautiously, placing a gloved hand against the rough bark. His fingers traced its ridges, feeling the texture, the subtle imperfections, yet… there was nothing immediately unusual. No hidden mechanisms, no obvious enchantments. Yet he knew better than to trust his normal senses alone.

He circled the tree, his sharp eyes scanning every inch, and then he saw it—something small, half-buried in the grass.

Crouching down, he carefully picked up a single earring.

It was delicate, crafted with intricate silverwork. It didn’t belong to Ameriah, that much was certain. But it looked strikingly similar to the ones Auria had worn.

Nathan narrowed his eyes. If she left this here… there must be a reason.

Straightening up, he stepped back and regarded the tree with renewed scrutiny. He wasn’t the type to second-guess his instincts. If something felt off, it was off.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his leg and delivered a sharp, powerful kick to the tree.

BADAAAM!

A violent shockwave erupted from the impact, sending a tremor through the ground. Leaves rustled, smaller trees nearby bent backward under the force, and birds scattered into the sky in startled panic. Yet the tree he had struck stood unmoved, untouched, as if his kick had done nothing at all.

Nathan smirked.

“You’ve got some interesting tricks, I’ll give you that.” His voice carried an amused edge, but his golden eyes glowed with a quiet intensity.

Had it not been for the Eye of Odin, this place might have remained hidden forever, and with it, any clues about Ameriah’s and Auria’s whereabouts. Unfortunately for whoever had set this up, Nathan was not an ordinary Hero.

Dark energy coiled around his fist like living shadows, crackling with raw power. The very air grew heavy with his presence, an oppressive force that sent another ripple of unease through the forest. The animals that had been cautiously watching from a distance fled in terror. Birds shrieked as they abandoned their perches, vanishing into the sky. Even the insects seemed to have disappeared, as if nature itself was recoiling from what was about to happen.

Nathan’s golden eyes darkened, the cold glint of a predator flashing in them.

Then, with a single decisive motion, he struck.

BADAAAAAM!!!

The moment his fist connected with the tree, the resistance was palpable. The bark twisted unnaturally, bending as if desperately trying to hold its shape. But it was already too late. The darkness enveloped the trunk, seeping into every crevice, corrupting its very essence.

And then—

BADOOOOM!

The tree exploded, its fragments scattering like shattered glass.

A cloud of dust and debris billowed outward before slowly settling. And in the aftermath, only one thing remained.

Nathan’s gaze dropped to the ground, where an intricate magic circle was now fully visible, traced with glowing inscriptions.

His lips curled into a smirk.

“Found you.”

Without hesitation, he stepped forward.

The moment his foot touched the circle, the air around him distorted.

In an instant, he was gone—swallowed whole by the unknown.