I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

”Wha—? Who are you calling a slut?!” Ishtar snapped, sitting up indignantly. ”I simply enjoy the company of great men! There are so few worthy ones these days!”

”You’re sleeping with them for lust. That’s all it is,” Sif replied dryly, her eyes sharp as frost.

Ishtar folded her arms, pouting. ”You should try it one day. It’s a refreshing experience.”

”No thanks,” Sif said flatly, her voice calm as a winter storm.

Their bickering echoed faintly through the divine halls, a strange, absurd counterpoint to the tension still lingering around Pandora’s unmoving figure.

A short distance away stood Amaterasu and Isis, their divine radiance mingling — sunlight and moonlight intertwined. Both had been silent until now, each absorbed in her own thoughts.

Isis tilted her head slightly, her silver eyes narrowing.

”What on earth is that man playing at?” she whispered. Her tone held a mix of curiosity and disbelief. ”He taunts Pandora, insults the Emperor, and now claims a princess before the world. Does he have a death wish?”

Amaterasu didn’t answer immediately. Her sun eyes remained fixed on Nathan far below, her expression carefully neutral — but within her chest stirred something unexpected. A faint ache. A subtle, uninvited pang of jealousy that burned like a spark behind her ribs.

She, a sun goddess, envied a mortal girl.