I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me - Chapter 337
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Chapter 337: Meeting at Tenebria (1)
Semiramis nodded, her crimson eyes darkening with urgency. “Yes, and a more pressing one than before, Lord Commander,” she affirmed. “Please follow me. Everyone is already gathered and waiting for the meeting.”
Nathan’s sharp gaze settled on Semiramis as he gave a subtle nod. He had long grown accustomed to the constant turmoil that brewed within the heart of any kingdom. There were always problems—schemes, betrayals, and power struggles lurking beneath the surface. However, the tone of Semiramis’s voice carried a weight that was different this time, more solemn, more urgent.
“Let me take a shower first,” Nathan stated, his voice calm but decisive as he turned toward the bath.
“I… I will come as well,” Azariah murmured, attempting to rise despite her trembling legs. The aftereffects of their passionate sex still lingered in her body, leaving her barely able to stand.
Nathan cast her a knowing look, amusement flickering in his eyes. “If you bathe with me, I will definitely fuck you again. Stay here and rest. I’ll handle this.”
Azariah pouted, clearly reluctant to be left behind, but in the end, she relented, slumping back into the plush bed with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The glow of pleasure still lingered in her expression, and though she sulked, she did not push further.
Nathan made his way to the bath, allowing the warm water to wash away the fatigue from his body. As the steam rose around him, his mind wandered, processing the weight of Semiramis’s words. Something serious had happened. He could feel it.
After refreshing himself, he donned attire befitting his status—an immaculate, dark surcoat embroidered with intricate silver patterns, signifying his rank as Lord Commander. He fastened his belt and adjusted his cloak before stepping out, his presence now carrying the full weight of authority. Without wasting another moment, he turned to Semiramis, his voice firm and demanding.
“What’s going on? How serious is it?”
Semiramis’s expression remained composed, yet her amber eyes flickered with a hint of tension. “It concerns the Empire of Light… and a town within Tenebria. It has been attacked.”
She offered no further explanation, but the gravity of her words was clear. Nathan wasted no time. Without hesitation, he strode toward the meeting room, his pace swift and purposeful.
As he walked, his thoughts drifted to the past. Two long years had passed since he arrived in this world, and several months had slipped by since the end of the Trojan War. The battlefield had long been cleared, and the echoes of war had begun to fade, but the world had not remained stagnant. Changes had come—some expected, others far more shocking.
The most astonishing of them all? Nancy had been crowned Empress.
Nathan’s face darkened.
He did not take the news well—far from it.
To him, Nancy was, without a doubt, the most insufferable, manipulative woman to ever exist. The very idea of her sitting on a throne, wielding authority, made his blood boil. If she had been given power, it could only mean one thing—the Divine Knights had orchestrated this move, and Nathan had no doubt that the previous Emperor’s so-called ‘illness’ was nothing more than a carefully executed assassination.
Not that he cared about that useless Emperor. His death meant little to Nathan. But what truly disturbed him was the fate of those left behind.
His thoughts drifted toward Helena and Adelia. They were not yet close enough for him to consider them as his women, but with Nancy as Empress, their lives were now in peril. He knew exactly what kind of woman she was. Even back in high school, she had been ruthless—crushing anyone who threatened her, tearing them apart psychologically until they were nothing but broken remnants of their former selves.
Nathan had resisted her back then.
But this time, Nancy held the power of an Empress.
And that made all the difference.
Nathan’s thoughts remained fixated on the women he cared about most—his stepsisters, Amelia, Aisha, and Courtney.
But above all, his mind lingered on Aisha.
“She should have given birth by now,” he mused inwardly, his expression darkening with concern. Just a week ago, he had received a secret letter from Aisha, informing him that she was on the verge of giving birth. She had written that it would only be a matter of days.
Regret gnawed at him. He should have been there. He wanted to be there. But the Empire of Light had reinforced its security to an extreme degree, making any attempt to reach them nearly impossible without brute force.
Nathan had no intention of taking reckless risks where his loved ones were concerned. Not until he was absolutely certain he could crush all opposition and extract them safely. It required patience—an immense amount of it—but he was willing to wait.
Eventually, Nathan and Semiramis arrived at the meeting room. As the heavy doors swung open, revealing the grand chamber within, it became apparent that everyone was already present.
The moment Nathan stepped inside, every figure in the room rose to their feet in silent acknowledgment of his authority.
Among those gathered were the familiar Demon Commanders.
Kratos, the Vice-Commander.
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Laguna and Kragen stood at attention as well.
The aged and wise advisor, Cadell, observed him keenly from his place at the table.
Among them, Kratos and Megara had once been the most resistant to Nathan’s appointment as Lord Commander. They had doubted his worth, questioned his strength, and resisted his authority. But now? Now, their eyes held only unwavering respect for the man before them.
Since his resounding victory over the Heroes of Kastoria, his sheer dominance on the battlefield, and the sweeping reforms he had enacted, Nathan’s leadership had proven to be nothing short of legendary. His nomination had not only been justified—it had been transformative.
Under his command, Tenebria had risen from the shadows of uncertainty and reclaimed its position as a true powerhouse. The surrounding kingdoms no longer viewed Tenebria as a fractured land of exiles and remnants. No, they now regarded it with caution, with wariness, with fear.
The Hero of Darkness had ensured that.
Kratos, once one of his fiercest skeptics, could now only bow his head in deference. Megara followed suit, as did the others. The change was undeniable.
And then there was his presence—his sheer, overwhelming presence. Since returning from his secret journey, Nathan had emerged with an aura unlike anything they had ever witnessed. He exuded raw, unfathomable strength, a power so immense that it sent shivers down their spines.
The last time Kratos had encountered such an overwhelming force… was in the presence of the previous Demon King.
The meeting room held not only familiar faces but also new ones—among them, two former queens from distant lands.
Helen of Sparta sat gracefully, her posture regal yet relaxed. Beside her, her sister Clytemnestra, once the Queen of Mycenae, regarded the room with sharp, calculating eyes. Both women had become integral members of Tenebria’s inner circle, their keen minds proving invaluable in matters of governance and economic strategy.
Azariah had personally granted them these roles after recognizing their talents in handling the kingdom’s economy. They were brilliant, shrewd, and most importantly, Nathan trusted them. That alone was enough for Azariah to place her faith in them as well.
“You certainly took your time, Lord Commander,” Clytemnestra remarked, her voice carrying a hint of suspicion.
Nathan, ever shameless, smirked. “I was discussing important matters with the Queen.”
Helen sighed, an exasperated but knowing smile playing on her lips. Everyone in the room understood what those “important matters” entailed. None were naive enough to believe otherwise. The relationship between their Lord Commander and Queen Azariah was well known, but truthfully, no one minded. If there was any man deserving of the queen, it was certainly Nathan—a man who, in their eyes, had transcended humanity itself.
“Important matters, hmm?” Clytemnestra narrowed her eyes slightly, her irritation evident.
Helen glanced at her sister and shook her head with a quiet sigh. It wasn’t difficult to understand Clytemnestra’s feelings toward Nathan at this point. But she was reluctant to admit them, and Nathan—well, Nathan was in no hurry. He found it far more amusing to simply wait, watching her struggle with emotions she refused to acknowledge.
Another woman in the room who wasn’t particularly thrilled by the exchange was Megara.
Her gaze flickered from one woman to the next, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Why is it that every woman around me either wants to sleep with him or already is?” she inwardly fumed.
It was baffling. Even the stoic and enigmatic Semiramis had succumbed to whatever spell Nathan seemed to cast over women.
Megara begrudgingly admitted that there was something undeniably magnetic about him. His presence alone was intoxicating. And ever since his return, it had only grown stronger. Of course, nobody knew that Aphrodite’s Divine-Rank Skill had been bestowed upon him, a power that acted more like a passive ability, amplifying his natural charm to an almost unbearable degree.
Nathan kept it restrained, but even in its subdued form, it was enough to send the hearts and heads of countless women spinning.
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