I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 433: Discord among the Heroes of Amun Ra

When Nathan finally returned from Amaterasu’s world, the last rays of sunlight were beginning to slip behind the horizon. The early evening air held a faint chill, the kind that whispered the coming of night.

Nathan had hoped—perhaps foolishly—to see Medea waiting for him. Yet she was nowhere in sight. No familiar presence. No trace of her delicate fragrance or her usual sharp, calculating gaze. It seemed she had not returned yet.

Suppressing a sigh, Nathan chose not to head back to his quarters. Instead, he took to wandering aimlessly through the wide stone paths of the campus, moving in deliberate circles.

His steps, however casual they appeared, served a greater purpose. He knew eyes were watching—Caesar’s men were always close. Spies in the shadows, informants in the walls, even classmates who smiled too easily. If he stayed hidden too long after returning, it would raise suspicion. Better to be seen as someone who had nothing to hide.

Minutes passed in silence, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound accompanying him. Just as he rounded a corner of a street, a hushed voice caught his attention—followed by another, louder one that nearly turned into a shout.

He stopped, eyes narrowing. Behind the tall marble columns of an old library annex, shrouded partially in shadow, a group had gathered. The atmosphere practically crackled with tension.

Nathan tilted his head and moved slightly closer, hidden behind the trunk of a tall ornamental tree.

There they were.The Heroes of the Amun Ra Empire.

He recognized them immediately.

At the front stood Elin and Freja, unmistakable in both stature and energy. Freja, tall and fierce, with eyes that could set fire to stone, was glaring daggers at someone. Elin stood beside her, pale and visibly distraught, as if the very ground beneath her had been pulled away.

On the other side, standing with a far more relaxed—almost defiant—posture, were Axel, Hugo, and Isak. Axel in particular exuded a chilling calmness, his expression unreadable, even when Freja shouted at him.

“You made that decision on your own, Axel?!” Freja’s voice cracked through the courtyard like thunder, full of betrayal and fury.

Axel didn’t flinch. His face was a mask of indifference. “I made the right choice for the class.”

Freja’s mouth dropped open, incredulous. “Bullshit! Don’t insult us with that crap. You’ve only ever thought about yourself. Do you seriously expect me to believe you suddenly care about the class? Not even for a second!”

“Keep it down, Freja,” Isak muttered, clearly annoyed. He crossed his arms and scowled.

But Freja turned her anger on him in a flash. “Oh shut the hell up, Isak. You’re nothing but a brainless dog trailing after his master!”

Isak’s eyes lit up with fury as he stepped forward, fists clenched. “What the hell did you just say, you bitch?!”

Before the situation escalated further, Hugo chuckled and placed a calm hand on Isak’s shoulder. “Relax, man. You know how she is. Even back on Earth, she was always like this—fire in the veins and a mouth to match.”

Isak snorted dismissively. “Tch. Just ’cause she’s got that shiny little SSS-Rank Skill doesn’t mean she can talk down to us.”

But Freja was already ignoring him, her attention back on Axel, eyes sharp and unrelenting.

And then, in a quiet, almost pleading voice, Elin spoke. Her hands trembled as she clutched them near her chest. “W…Wait. Freja, maybe… maybe it’s not true.”

She looked to Axel, eyes wide with disbelief. “It can’t be true… can it? Axel… did you really go to Emperor Caesar and agree to become their Heroes?”

The silence that followed was heavier than stone.

Nathan, hidden in the shadows, narrowed his eyes.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

That Axel… actually accepted Caesar’s offer.

Nathan never imagined they would go this far. Switching allegiance wasn’t just political—it was a betrayal of their very origins, their shared fate. And from what he could see, Freja and Elin hadn’t known either. The raw emotion on their faces—shock, anger, disbelief—told him everything.

But then again, maybe the betrayal hadn’t started with Axel.

Johanna. Their teacher.

She had always been cool and composed, a woman who spoke in clipped tones and carried herself like a strategist. But Nathan had seen a side of her no one else had—when she was tangled in Caesar’s sheets. Passionate, wild, completely surrendered. He had watched them from the shadows that night. There was no denying what he saw.

She’d let herself be seduced by Caesar on the first day she met him.

Nathan’s lips curled in quiet contempt.

How pathetic.

So easily compromised. So quick to fall.

It only made him appreciate his own teacher more. Amelia—his teacher but also lover—was the very opposite. Dignified, gentle, and wise. A woman of unmatched beauty, both in soul and stature. He hadn’t realized until now how rare that truly was. She was pure gold in a world full of rusted iron.

Back in the courtyard, the tension rose again as Hugo gave a small, amused chuckle in response to Elin’s shaken voice.

“You’ve always been too soft, Elin. Too slow to see what’s really going on,” Hugo said, his tone almost gentle—but laced with superiority. “But yes, it’s true. We’ve decided to side with the Roman Empire.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather. “They’re stronger than Amun Ra now. Alexandria is crumbling—sieged by Cleopatra’s enemies, and barely holding on. We can’t even trust Cleopatra herself. So tell me, what do you expect us to do? Sit there and wait to be crushed?”

He looked around, then added, “It’s just logic.”

Freja practically exploded. “Screw your logic, Hugo!” she snapped, her voice venomous. “And don’t you dare say ’we’! You three don’t speak for the whole class!”

Axel stepped forward, calm and confident, his presence commanding. “Actually, we do,” he said smoothly. “Ms. Johanna agrees with our decision. Most of the class does too. We’ve already spoken with them.”

Freja looked utterly stunned. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head as though trying to dislodge the truth from her ears. “You’re lying…”

Isak laughed mockingly. “Freja, you still think you’re on Earth, don’t you? The queen bee of the classroom. Wake up. This isn’t high school anymore. You might find a couple of loyal sheep who still follow your orders, but your reign? It’s over.”

He said it like it was a joke. And to him, maybe it was.

Axel slowly approached Freja, each step deliberate. He stopped just short of her, looking her straight in the eye.

“If you really want to go back to Alexandria and dance for Cleopatra, then go,” he said coldly. “We won’t stop you. But Elin stays with us.”

He turned slightly, casting a greedy glance toward Elin. “Her SSS-Rank Healing Skill is too valuable to waste on a dying empire.”

Freja’s expression twisted in disgust. “You’re nothing but garbage, Axel,” she said, voice trembling with fury. “Everything about this city is corrupt. I’ve been here less than a week, and I can already see how rotten it is to the core.”

She turned to Elin and gently took her hand, her grip firm and protective.

“Come on,” she said. “We’re leaving.”

But just as they were about to go, a sudden shift in the air made Nathan tense.

A figure stepped into view.

He hadn’t seen him before—not until now. The man moved with quiet grace, cloaked in a long hooded robe that hid his face in shadows. Despite his silent approach, his presence felt… heavy.

Freja froze and turned sharply, eyes narrowing.

She said nothing—just stared, her body bristling with instinctual caution.

“Move out of the way,” Freja said, her voice sharp as ice and twice as unforgiving. Her eyes, glowing faintly under the dusk light, narrowed in open hostility.

The figure standing in front of her didn’t budge. Draped in a long hooded cloak, the stranger chuckled softly—an eerie, amused sound that echoed slightly against the walls of the empty courtyard.

“So cold,” the hooded figure said with mock disappointment. “And here I thought fellow Heroes should be more welcoming. Especially when we’ve never met before.”

Freja stiffened, her hand unconsciously brushing the hilt of her sword. “What?”

Her tone was laced with suspicion. Beneath her warrior’s exterior, a growing unease was brewing. Nathan, still hidden behind a nearby wall, leaned forward slightly. His gaze sharpened. Something about the figure’s voice, calm yet unnerving, sent a chill down his spine.

That was when Hugo stepped forward with a smug grin.

“While you and Elin were busy playing righteous saints—’liberating’ Roman women slaves like two naive do-gooders—we were actually getting things done,” he said, his words laced with derision. “We’ve been working hard. And thanks to Caesar’s favor, we’ve met some truly exceptional people.”

He gestured subtly toward the hooded figure.

“You have no idea how far we can go now,” Hugo continued, pride swelling in his chest. “How high we can reach. We’re going to stand at the top—above every other Hero class summoned to any kingdom. We’ve already left the others in the dust.”

Freja’s expression didn’t waver. But her eyes—those battle-hardened eyes—told another story. Disbelief, yes. But more than that—pity. Disappointment carved deep into her features, as if Hugo and the others weren’t just making a bad choice… but had become something lesser than what they once were.

“You guys…” she murmured, shaking her head, “are truly stupid.”

Her voice was no longer sharp, but heavy—like a blade lowered in mourning rather than battle.

“After two whole years in this world, you’ve learned nothing. You really think aligning with Caesar will end well? That man isn’t a benefactor—he’s a tyrant who sharpens his pawns until they bleed, then throws them away. If you want to ruin yourselves, fine. But don’t drag your classmates down with you.”

She turned without another word, grasping Elin’s hand and pulling her gently but firmly away.

Nathan’s eyes tracked them as they left. Freja’s back was straight, her steps unshaken—but there was weight in her stride, a bitter resolution. Elin, quieter now, cast one last sorrowful look over her shoulder toward the group they’d once trusted.

But Nathan’s attention quickly returned to the one who hadn’t spoken again—the cloaked figure.

He claimed to be a Hero… but Freja hadn’t recognized him. That could only mean one thing.

He wasn’t from Amun Ra. He was from another summoning.

And there was only one group of Heroes that could be in Rome except the Amun Ra Heroes.

The second group of Heroes from the Light Empire.

That made Nathan’s blood stir. If this cloaked man was from the second summoning, then maybe—just maybe—he was connected to the recent chaos. The disappearances. The abduction of Ameriah and Auria. The whispers of betrayals and the growing tension between the Empires.

The hooded figure paused as if sensing Nathan’s gaze, then tilted his head ever so slightly toward the shadows.

“We’ll speak again soon,” he said calmly, before slipping into the darkness behind the building, cloak fluttering gently in the wind.

Nathan didn’t hesitate.

He moved from the shadows and followed.

This could be the key—finally, a chance to uncover how the second batch of Heroes, the Light Empire, and Caesar’s twisted ambitions were all connected.