I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

The Empire of Light.

Within the grand capital, where golden spires reached toward the heavens, the royal castle stood as a monument to the empire's unshakable authority.

Inside the throne room, a space dominated by towering columns and banners adorned with the Empire's crest, an important discussion was unfolding.

A woman stood at the center, her presence commanding. She was ethereal, with long, light blue hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her glasses caught the gleam of the sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows. A faint, knowing smile played on her lips. This was Liphiel, one of the Divine Knights, revered and feared alike.

She was more than just an advisor; her words carried the weight of the gods of Light.

"How are things progressing?" Liphiel asked.

Emperor Philip, seated on the grand throne, looked back at her with a smirk. His regal attire shimmered in the light, the crown resting upon his head a symbol of his nominal power. Yet behind the mask of confidence, there was doubt in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping the arm of his throne.

"Everything proceeds as planned," Philip began, though a shadow of uncertainty lingered in his tone. "But is this truly the right course of action? Taking part in a war that does not concern us, joining Goddess Hera's side in this conflict against the Trojans… Is that wise?"

Liphiel's smile widened, but it never reached her eyes. "There is no need for you to trouble yourself with such concerns, Emperor Philip," she replied smoothly. Her tone was gentle, but there was a dangerous undercurrent. "Your role is to ensure your people follow our will. Remember your place."

Though the emperor sat on the grand throne, clothed in the trappings of power, it was nothing more than an illusion. The empire was not truly ruled by Philip; it was under the thumb of the Divine Knights, with Liphiel at the helm.

Philip's gaze faltered. For a moment, silence hung heavy between them. Then, with a reluctant nod, he acquiesced. "The Heroes are already making their preparations," he said, his voice resigned. "I shall dispatch part of my army to join them in battle, to support their cause."

"An excellent decision, Your Majesty," Liphiel responded, a hint of delight creeping into her voice. She had the emperor exactly where she wanted him.

Philip hesitated before asking the question that lingered in his mind. "Will you be participating in the war yourself?"

Liphiel's expression darkened, her smile becoming colder. "Indeed," she answered, her voice firm. "Since Radakel's failure, I have taken it upon myself to oversee the Heroes. It is only natural that I will support them in battle."

Philip's suspicions deepened. He was certain there were other motivations behind the Divine Knights' eagerness to enter a war that seemed to have little bearing on the Empire of Light. But he knew better than to ask. He would receive no answers from her.

Before he could dwell further on his thoughts, Liphiel's sharp voice cut through the air once more. "And how is your newborn, Emperor?"

Philip's eyes flickered with pride, but before he could respond, another voice entered the room.

"He is doing very well, Lady Liphiel."

From the grand doors at the far end of the throne room, a young woman entered gracefully, holding a small child wrapped in luxurious silks. Her long, flowing gown moved like liquid silver as she approached. This was Nancy, one of the Heroes of the empire, her presence radiant and different than when she was summoned.

She cradled the baby gently in her arms, her expression soft with maternal affection.

"Ah, Hero Nancy," Liphiel said, her tone shifting to one of warmth as she regarded the young woman.

Nancy gazed down at the small bundle in her arms, her eyes filled with a love that only a mother could understand. Then she lifted her gaze to meet the emperor's. "Your son is strong, Your Majesty," she said with a gentle smile.

Philip's expression softened as he looked at the child. "And how is my son today?" He asked, his voice tender.

"Very well, Your Majesty," Nancy replied, her smile widening as she held the baby closer.

In her arms was not just an ordinary child, but a symbol of power—born from the union of royal lineage and Hero's blood. A child destined for greatness, and perhaps, for even more than that.

Liphiel approached Nancy, her eyes warm as they lingered on the baby nestled in the Hero's arms. Her gaze softened, and a rare, genuine smile touched her lips—a smile that held a mix of admiration and prophecy.

"Little Lucerus will one day rule over all lands," Liphiel said, her voice filled with certainty. "He will become the greatest emperor that ever lived."

Her words carried weight, as if they were more than just a prediction but a declaration of destiny. What made it more striking was the implication: Lucerus would surpass even Emperor Philip's firstborn son, Geoffrey, as the rightful heir to the throne. Under any other circumstance, such a statement might have been met with scorn or outrage, yet Philip, sitting on his throne, didn't flinch.

Instead, a broad smile graced his face, a smile that signaled not only acceptance but eagerness for this future.

Nancy, her heart swelling with pride, was the most elated of all. Her fingers gently brushed through Lucerus's fine hair as he cooed softly in her arms.

"Yes," Nancy echoed, her eyes gleaming with maternal pride. "He will be. He's already growing so fast, too."

Liphiel nodded knowingly. "It is to be expected," she said, her tone reverent. "Lucerus carries the blood of Heroes but also the blood of the Gods of Light." She glanced meaningfully at the emperor, a direct descendant of the divine lineage. "He will grow strong and swift, far beyond that of ordinary men."

Nancy's face brightened even more as she looked down at her son. She tilted her head slightly, her voice softening as she spoke to him. "Did you hear that, Lucerus?" she whispered with a smile. "You're destined for greatness."

Lucerus, with wide, innocent eyes, reached his tiny hands toward his mother, his soft giggle filling the room. "Mama!"

Nancy's heart melted, and she nuzzled him affectionately. In that moment, it was as if the world outside the throne room faded into nothingness, leaving only the bond between mother and child. But Liphiel, always vigilant, shifted the conversation back to more pressing matters.

"Have you had any word with the Heroes recently, Hero Nancy?" Liphiel asked, her eyes sharp once more.

Nancy's expression faltered slightly, though she quickly masked it with an air of indifference. "Oh, not really," she replied, her voice light but evasive.

Ever since her liaison with Emperor Philip had been made public, a deep rift had formed between her and her classmates. Once united in their shared mission, they now viewed her with disdain, unable to comprehend how she could entangle herself with someone so much older—and worse, for motives that seemed anything but noble.

The scorn cut deep, but none of her classmates' reactions stung quite like that of Amelia. The teacher had always believed in protecting her students, had seen it as her duty to shield them from the harshness of the world. But with Nancy, Amelia had failed. This betrayal, this fall from grace, was a wound that Amelia bore like a scar.

And after what had happened to Nathan, it felt like another blow, one she wasn't sure she could recover from.

Yet, despite the cold shoulders and judgmental stares, Amelia had not abandoned Nancy. While the rest of her classmates distanced themselves, shunning Nancy as if she had become untouchable, Amelia remained steadfast in her efforts to reach out. She had hoped, in some way, to pull Nancy back from the precipice. But Nancy, it seemed, no longer cared for the camaraderie of her former companions.

Her focus had shifted.

She had secured her place.

In the Empire of Light, Nancy was untouchable, a figure whose proximity to the emperor and her son's divine lineage made her unassailable. She had everything she needed now: power, influence, and protection.

The only real threats to her ascension were those closest to the emperor—his current empress, her daughter, and, most importantly, his firstborn son, Geoffrey, who was still the legitimate heir to the throne.

Geoffrey, sharp and perceptive, had already become wary of Lucerus. He saw the threat in the child's very existence, in the adoration that his father and the Divine Knights bestowed upon him. There was a storm brewing, and Nancy could feel it on the horizon.

The emperor, of course, remained oblivious to the tension between his family members. His love for Nancy and their son blinded him to the growing unease in the royal court. He had no intention of bringing harm to his family, believing that they could coexist peacefully. But Nancy was not so naive.

In her mind, she was already plotting. The empress and Geoffrey would not stand aside easily, and she knew that her son's ascension would not be handed to him without resistance. She needed only to wait for the right moment—the perfect time to strike, to ensure Lucerus's uncontested rise to power.

Then, she would secure her position not just as the emperor's consort, but as the mother of the most powerful ruler the empire had ever known.