I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Her tears stained his tunic as she clung to him, her body trembling. The weight of her relief, her gratitude, was almost overwhelming. Nathan did not return the embrace—he only raised a hand to rest lightly on her shoulder, keeping his composure—but his sharp eyes shifted to Medea.

The sorceress stood nearby, her expression carved in perfect calm, but her aura betrayed her. Jealousy darkened her presence like a spreading storm, her gaze narrowing each second Elin’s arms remained around him.

Behind them, Freja watched the scene in silence, lips parted. If her classmates could see Elin like this—pure, untouchable Elin—embracing a man so desperately, they would be dumbstruck. No doubt some of them had dreamt of this moment, being hugged by Elin and her large twin mounds.

“It’s fine,” Nathan said finally, his hand gently pushing against Elin’s shoulder, easing her back.

Elin blinked, realization dawning as heat flooded her cheeks. She quickly stepped away, wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve, her blush staining her pale skin a deep crimson. “I…I’m sorry…” she stammered. Then, lifting her gaze shyly, she added, “Thank you…for bringing Freja back.”

“If you want to thank me,” Nathan said calmly, “then come with me for the night treatment.”

At his words, Elin straightened, as though reminded of her duty. “Ah—yes!” She nodded quickly, determination replacing her embarrassment.

“Night… treatment?” Freja muttered, blinking in confusion.

Elin clenched her fists, her eyes alight with conviction. “I’ll do my best! You won’t be disappointed!”

“I hope you don’t disappoint me,” Nathan replied evenly. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and swept Elin into his arms.

“Kyaa!” Elin yelped, her face vanishing into Nathan’s chest in mortified embarrassment.

“W…wait!” Freja cried out, panic surging through her as her mind jumped to the worst conclusions. “Where are you taking her?!”

Nathan barely spared her a glance. His eyes narrowed with seriousness. “Alexander didn’t hesitate to sell you off. I trust this time you won’t have any doubts about beating him.”

Freja froze, her heart clenching. Then her hands balled into fists, her eyes burning with resolve. “I…I will beat him!”

“Then good.” Nathan’s reply was simple, final. With that he launched into the sky, carrying Elin with him toward Servilia’s estate.

“W…wait!” Freja called after him, stumbling forward helplessly. She could not fly. She could only watch as the two figures became smaller against the darkening heavens. “W…what is night treatment?!” she cried, her voice breaking, her face burning red with both fear and something else she could not name.

Her frantic eyes turned to Medea, desperate for an explanation. But Medea only met her gaze with a cold, mocking look, lips curling faintly, before vanishing like smoke into the night.

Freja was left behind—confused, blushing, and drowning in thoughts that only grew wilder with every passing heartbeat.