I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me - Chapter 628: Idena

Chapter 628: Idena

After his sex with Semiramis concluded, Nathan left her thoroughly pleasured and fulfilled—quite literally still lying in the council room where their passion had overtaken them both .

Of course, he hadn’t acted like some mindless beast driven purely by lust, suddenly demanding sex without consideration or care He genuinely loved Semiramis and had wanted to show her that love properly, especially since it had been over a week since they’d last been intimate together. With his responsibilities constantly pulling him in different directions and the sheer number of women in his life requiring attention and affection, sometimes significant gaps emerged between encounters with any particular partner.

He had many women to satisfy emotionally and physically, and he took that responsibility seriously because they were his women—each one important, each one deserving of his time and genuine care. It required conscious effort and careful time management, but he refused to neglect anyone simply because the logistics were complicated .

Once he’d ensured Semiramis was comfortable and satisfied, Nathan departed from the royal castle of Tenebria through one of the upper balconies, launching himself directly into the sky rather than attempting to leave through normal ground-level exits .

Flying had become his standard method of departure from the castle, born from hard-learned necessity rather than mere convenience. Here in Tenebria’s capital city, his popularity and recognition had grown to levels that made Septimius’s fame in Rome seem modest by comparison. If he attempted to walk through the streets like an ordinary person, he would be stopped immediately and surrounded by crowds of citizens eager to see their legendary Lord Commander up close .

The last time he’d made that mistake—foolishly thinking he could just stroll through the market district without incident—an absolutely massive crowd had materialized around him within minutes. Word had spread with terrifying speed through the densely packed streets, and suddenly hundreds of demons were pressing close, calling his name, reaching out to touch him, begging for blessings or simply wanting to be near someone they viewed as almost mythically heroic.

He couldn’t simply brush them all off or rudely force his way through despite how much the attention annoyed him. There had been children in that crowd—young demons with stars in their eyes, looking at him like he embodied every heroic ideal they’d ever imagined . How could he disappoint them by being cold or dismissive when especially he became a Father too? So he’d been forced to linger for over an hour, accepting their adulation with as much grace as he could muster, shaking hands, offering brief words of encouragement, and generally behaving like the inspirational figure they believed him to be .

It had been exhausting in ways that battle never was .

Since that incident, he’d understood with new clarity why Azariah so rarely ventured outside the castle walls, and when she did emerge, she went as discreetly as possible—usually disguised or traveling in closed carriages that prevented easy recognition. Given how extraordinarily popular she was as Tenebria’s Queen—beloved for transforming the kingdom from a place of fear into one of hope—she would attract even larger crowds than Nathan did. The people adored her with an intensity that bordered on worship.

Now Nathan carefully avoided walking through the capital alone, preferring flight or heavily guarded escorts when ground travel proved absolutely necessary .

As he soared through the open sky above Tenebria, Nathan’s sharp eyes swept across the cityscape below, taking in details with the practiced assessment of someone who understood how much environments revealed about the societies inhabiting them .

The capital had transformed dramatically since his first arrival three years ago, changed so thoroughly that someone returning after a long absence might not recognize it as the same place. The improvements were visible everywhere he looked—in the architecture, the street layouts, the way light and shadow played across buildings that had been constructed or renovated with aesthetic consideration rather than pure functionality .

He had to give Azariah tremendous credit for what she’d accomplished. She had completely reversed the decay and corruption that had characterized the Demon Kingdom under her father’s increasingly mad rule . The city that Nathan first encountered had been dark in every sense—literally dim from insufficient lighting and metaphorically shadowed by the pervasive fear that dominated every interaction.

Every street back then had been ruled by terror of the Demon King’s unpredictable wrath. Citizens had moved through their daily lives with heads down and voices lowered, never knowing when some minor perceived slight might draw deadly attention from the increasingly paranoid monarch. The King was supposed to protect and lead his people, but everyone understood he had become something twisted and dangerous—a mad ruler who attacked neighboring kingdoms without provocation or clear strategy, bringing retribution and hardship down upon his own subjects through his reckless aggression.

But since Azariah had ascended to power following her father’s defeat, she had systematically transformed every aspect of Tenebrian society. The ambiance had shifted from oppressive fear to cautious hope to genuine optimism as her reforms took hold. She had given her people prosperity through economic reforms, growth through infrastructure investment, and most importantly, dignity through treating them as valued citizens rather than expendable resources.

Nathan’s own contributions had complemented Azariah’s domestic improvements perfectly . While she rebuilt internal structures and restored faith in government, he had provided something equally precious—a genuine sense of safety and power that Tenebria had never previously experienced, of course not in the way they wanted since though the Demon King was powerful, they didn’t feel safe under his rule which they did currently with both Azariah and Nathan behind their kingdom.

Since his devastating performance against Kastoria in that pivotal conflict three years ago, other kingdoms that had previously viewed Tenebria as weak and ripe for exploitation had completely changed their approach. The constant border raids had ceased, the opportunistic invasions had stopped, and diplomatic relations had shifted from contemptuous dismissal to wary respect.

Every neighboring power now acted carefully and cautiously regarding Tenebria, and they all understood the reason for this dramatic shift was the new Lord Commander who had appeared seemingly from nowhere and proven himself catastrophically effective in warfare.

They would naturally be terrified of any enemy commander who rode a massive dragon into battle and commanded a sorceress of legendary capability. The psychological impact of those advantages couldn’t be overstated—dragons were the stuff of nightmares, and Medea’s reputation preceded her wherever Nathan’s forces deployed .

Speaking of that particular sorceress, Nathan was currently searching for Medea specifically. She was his destination and the reason for this flight across the city .

He was heading toward the private mansion that Azariah had gifted to him. Nathan had specifically requested that she provide him with a residence somewhere within the capital but isolated from the main urban areas—separated enough to allow privacy and peace without constant interruptions. He wanted to be with his women undisturbed by the demands of his public role, to have space where they could simply exist together without political considerations intruding .

Of course, this mansion was only a temporary home, a placeholder until his true permanent residence could be completed. Eurynome was still working on constructing the sanctuary he’d commissioned. But this place served well enough for the meantime, providing comfortable accommodations and the isolation he’d requested.

After several minutes of flight, Nathan spotted his destination below—a substantial wooden mansion built in Tenebria’s distinctive dark architectural style. The building utilized the deep, almost black timber that demons favored, creating structures that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. The aesthetic was striking and somewhat unsettling to those unfamiliar with demonic preferences, but Nathan had grown accustomed to it over three years of residence.

The mansion was surrounded by carefully maintained gardens that provided both beauty and additional privacy buffering . Beyond the gardens, a substantial wall enclosed the entire property, creating a clear boundary between Nathan’s private domain and the rest of the world .

People occasionally wandered near the property out of curiosity—some had figured out this was actually Nathan’s personal residence through observation and deduction . But notably, no one attempted to enter or even approach too closely . Whether from respect for his privacy, fear of overstepping boundaries with someone so powerful, or simple good manners, the citizens of Tenebria left his home unmolested .

Nathan continued descending until he reached the mansion’s entrance, landing softly on the stone pathway that led to the main doors. His feet touched down without sound, years of combat training having taught him how to move with minimal noise when desired .

He strode forward and opened the entrance door, stepping into the familiar interior space.

The mansion’s inside was relatively simple and functional compared to the elaborate decorations one might find in a noble’s residence closer to the castle . The layout was straightforward and practical, designed more for comfortable living than impressive display .

There were approximately eight rooms total distributed across the building’s two floors—bedrooms primarily, along with a common area, a kitchen, and various utility spaces . It was modest by noble standards but more than adequate for Nathan’s actual needs .

The location’s isolation meant it wasn’t as luxurious or well-appointed as mansions situated closer to the royal castle, which had access to better services and more elaborate infrastructure. Azariah had originally planned to have a much grander residence prepared for Nathan immediately adjacent to the castle grounds, placing him in the most prestigious district where Tenebria’s highest-ranking officials and nobles maintained their estates .

But Nathan had refused that offer despite its obvious advantages.

His reasoning was entirely practical and consideration for those living with him. People like Medea, Charybdis, and Scylla shared this residence with him, and he knew perfectly well that they weren’t comfortable around large populations or in highly social environments .

Especially the latter two—Charybdis and Scylla were fundamentally non-human entities, ancient beings whose nature as sea monsters made them instinctively uncomfortable in densely populated urban areas. They could adapt and control themselves when necessary, but being constantly surrounded by crowds of demons would create ongoing stress and potential incidents.

So Nathan had chosen this more isolated location, prioritizing the comfort and wellbeing of his companions over personal prestige or convenience . Out here, they could exist more naturally without constantly suppressing their true natures which they might not actually…

Entering the mansion, Nathan immediately smiled upon hearing a voice that never failed to warm something deep in his chest .

The voice of a child—his child .

He moved through the entrance hallway toward the living area, and the moment he crossed the threshold into that comfortable space, he spotted Medea sitting gracefully on one of the dark upholstered sofas . Cradled securely in her arms was a small baby girl who appeared to be approximately two years old, her tiny form nestled comfortably against her mother’s chest .

When Medea noticed Nathan’s arrival, her face transformed with genuine joy—the kind of unguarded happiness she rarely showed to anyone else in existence. Her heterochromatic eyes, one brilliant red and one vivid green, seemed to glow with pleasure as she registered his presence.

“Look who’s here, Idena,” Medea said softly, her voice taking on that particular tender quality she reserved exclusively for their daughter. She carefully turned the small girl around in her arms so the child could see who had entered the room .

Nathan’s smile widened considerably as he took in the sight of his absolutely adorable daughter with Medea.

Idena.

She had inherited his distinctive white hair, the fine strands already growing long enough to frame her small face in a way that made her look almost ethereal. But her eyes were her most striking feature—heterochromatic just like her mother’s, one red and one green, creating a mesmerizing effect that seemed to shift depending on how the light caught them. The genetic inheritance had manifested perfectly, creating a unique combination that marked her unmistakably as the child of both her extraordinary parents.

“Whaaa!” Idena let out an excited baby sound the moment she recognized her father, her entire face lighting up with pure delight. Her small mouth curved into the widest smile her young features could manage, and her tiny arms immediately reached out toward Nathan with desperate wanting, her hands opening and closing repeatedly in the universal gesture of a child demanding to be picked up.

Medea, smiling at their daughter’s obvious excitement, carefully lowered Idena to the floor while maintaining gentle support until the girl’s small feet were planted firmly on the ground. The moment Medea released her, Idena took off at the fastest pace her short legs could manage—not quite running but definitely faster than walking—heading straight for Nathan with single-minded determination.

Nathan immediately crouched down, spreading his arms wide in welcoming invitation, his smile never faltering as he watched his daughter approach.

When Idena reached him and tumbled into his chest with the graceless enthusiasm only toddlers possessed, Nathan instantly closed his arms around her tiny body and lifted her up, hugging her securely against his chest.

“How have you been, Idena? Did you miss your father while he was away?” Nathan asked warmly .

“Mmm!” Idena nodded her head vigorously, the motion so emphatic it made her entire body mov . She giggled with pure joy at being in her father’s arms again, then immediately clutched at Nathan’s shirt with her small fists and buried her face against his shoulder as though trying to physically burrow into him. The gesture clearly communicated that now that she had him, she had absolutely no intention of letting go anytime soon .

Nathan gently patted her back with one large hand, the repetitive soothing motion instinctive and comforting as he walked toward the sofa and settled himself next to Medea . Idena remained firmly attached to him, content simply to be held and petted while her parents sat together.

Medea wore an expression of complete blissful contentment, her usually calculating and intense features softened into something approaching serenity . She had never been as genuinely happy as she was in moments like this—when she could be with both Nathan and their daughter simultaneously, when her small family was together and complete .

Since giving birth to Nathan’s child, everything in Medea’s complicated existence had seemed to become somehow better, more meaningful The child had filled a void she hadn’t fully realized existed until Idena arrived to occupy that empty space.

Nathan understood very well the profoundly positive effect Idena’s birth had produced in Medea’s psychology and behavior .

After he had taken her from Colchis—Medea had been intensely devoted to him while simultaneously displaying her true ruthless nature without the masks she’d worn in her homeland . She had been madly in love with Nathan, possessive to the point of violence, consumed by jealousy regarding his other women. Her coldness toward those other women had been palpable and occasionally dangerous, her resentment at having to share Nathan’s attention creating constant underlying tension.

But the birth of their daughter—a child who carried Nathan’s blood and flesh, a tangible proof of their connection that no one could dispute or diminish—had changed something fundamental in Medea. She became noticeably less jealous and considerably less murderous regarding his other women after Idena arrived . Not that she’d become friendly or accepting—that would probably never happen—but the edge of genuine homicidal intent had dulled considerably .

She loved being with her daughter as intensely as she loved being with Nathan himself. Idena gave her something uniquely her own, something she didn’t have to share or compromise about. And having both of them present simultaneously represented true happiness for Medea—perhaps the only genuine happiness she’d experienced in her entire turbulent life.

“She’s growing up fast, exactly as expected given her heritage,” Nathan observed, studying his daughter’s features with paternal pride.

“She is developing rapidly, and I can feel extraordinary magical potential already manifesting inside her,” Medea replied, quite proudly.

“Well, with you as her mother, she was destined from birth to have excellent aptitude for magic,” Nathan said with a warm smile, acknowledging Medea’s legendary status as one of history’s most powerful sorceresses. “Your bloodline practically guarantees extraordinary magical talent .”

“Her father played an enormous role in that inheritance as well,” Medea countered with her own smile, leaning closer to Nathan.

She closed the remaining distance and kissed him, the gesture tender and filled with genuine affection rather than merely passionate. Nathan returned the kiss without hesitation, savoring this moment of domestic peace before reality intruded again.

When they separated, Nathan’s expression grew more serious as he prepared to deliver news he knew Medea wouldn’t particularly welcome .

“I’m going to be leaving for Kastoria soon,” he said quietly, watching her reaction carefully .

Medea’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by something considerably less happy though she managed to keep overt displeasure from showing .

“I see,” she said neutrally.

“It shouldn’t take very long—a few weeks at most to handle the necessary negotiations and arrangements,” Nathan said. “But as always, I need you to remain vigilant while I’m away. Scylla should be returning soon from escorting Helen and Clytemnestra, but I need you to keep her behavior in check once she arrives back.”

Medea nodded her understanding without argument. She was quite literally the only person besides Nathan himself who could make both Charybdis and Scylla actually listen to instructions and calm down their destructive impulses.

This mansion had actually been designated specifically for these three women—Medea, Charybdis, and Scylla—precisely because they were clearly the most extreme and difficult of Nathan’s various partners. All three harbored intense hatred toward outsiders, all three had problematic behavioral patterns that made them unsuitable for living in closer proximity to normal society.

Occasionally Astynome and a few others would visit this isolated residence, but such occasions were relatively rare. The rest of Nathan’s women typically stayed in comfortable rooms within the royal castle that Azariah had graciously provided for their use .

There was definitely a clear separation between Nathan’s “normal” women and the “extreme” ones, a divide he recognized but felt powerless to bridge . They would likely never get along harmoniously—their personalities and natures were simply too incompatible, their worldviews too fundamentally opposed. It was better to keep them separated and avoid the conflicts that would inevitably erupt if forced proximity created constant friction.

“I will protect them while you’re gone, don’t worry about that,” Medea said then.

By “them” she was clearly referring to all of Nathan’s women currently residing in the capital, regardless of whether she personally liked them or not. Despite her jealousy and her natural inclination toward violence against romantic rivals, Medea understood that Nathan loved these other women . Therefore, she would protect them in his absence, would ensure no harm came to those he cared about even if she personally wished circumstances were different…

It was a measure of how much she loved Nathan—that she would safeguard her rivals simply because doing so brought him peace of mind.

Nathan smiled again with genuine warmth and reached out to gently stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers, the touch affectionate and appreciative . Then he leaned in and kissed her again, this time with more depth and passion.

“I know you will,” he said.

He leaned back against the sofa then, settling into a more comfortable position while continuing to gently pat Idena’s white hair . The little girl had apparently fallen asleep at some point during her parents’ conversation, lulled into slumber by the warmth and security of being held by her father. Her small body had gone completely limp and relaxed, her breathing deep and even, tiny hands still clutching Nathan’s shirt even in sleep .

Medea meanwhile shifted closer to Nathan, tucking herself against his side in a way that created a complete family tableau—mother, father, and sleeping child all together in peaceful domesticity .