I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Inside the Senate Castle, chaos had also taken root — though in a more restrained, suffocating way than in the streets outside.

The senators believed themselves secure within these marble walls. This fortress-like palace was, after all, Caesar's unspoken domain. His soldiers patrolled every corridor. His banners hung over every doorframe.His authority seeped through every stone.

They were Caesar's loyal followers, his political puppets, his well-fed lapdogs. So, naturally, they assumed nothing bad could possibly happen to them here.

Caesar would protect them… right?

They had no idea — absolutely none — that Caesar viewed them as nothing more than useful pawns. And pawns were kept alive only as long as their master needed them. Caesar had ordered his soldiers to guard this place simply because the senators still had political value.

Nothing more.

"Damn it! What's with all that noise outside?!" one of the senators grumbled, fat cheeks wobbling as he shook his head in irritation. He glared at a nearby soldier. "Hey, you! What's happening out there?"

The soldier stood firm, expression unreadable beneath his helmet.

"I regret that I do not know, senator," he answered.

That was a lie — or rather, a partial truth. He didn't know everything, but he knew enough. He and the other soldiers had been given one order: keep the senators alive. And considering the tremors, the distant screams, and the panic in the air, it was obvious even to them that whatever was happening was linked to Caesar.

Still, they obeyed.Orders were orders.

"Tch! Useless!" the senator snapped, rising from his seat with a grunt. His belly quivered with each irritated movement.

He waddled over to a young slave girl kneeling on the cold marble floor. The moment she sensed his presence, she tensed — shoulders trembling, breath quickening.

She wore thin, tattered clothing that barely covered her bruised limbs. Her arms were mottled with purple marks; her legs had small cuts and burns. She had clearly endured far too much.

"Stand up," the senator ordered sharply. "And be useful."

The girl trembled, but she obeyed. She always obeyed. Not out of loyalty — but out of terror. Disobedience only led to more pain.

The senator groaned in anticipation, reaching down toward his belt, hand already slipping toward his manhood—

—when a sharp shhktt! split the air.

He blinked.

A wet, meaty sound hit the floor with a splatter.

He looked down.

His right hand was lying on the marble.

"H-Hu—?"The scream finally ripped out of him.

"GYAAARGHHH!!"

He staggered back, clutching the bleeding stump, eyes wild — and only then did he see his soldier slumped lifeless on the floor. A clean kill. Quick and silent.

And stepping over the body with deliberate, vengeful steps was—

Freja.

Her cold eyes burned with fury, her blade dripping crimson.

"I've always wanted to do that to pigs like you," she spat.

She wasn't alone. Behind her marched her classmates — boys and girls who had chosen to stand with her, to fight against Axel's faction, to help cleanse Rome's corruption from within.

"You… you dare—WHO ARE YO—"

He never finished.

Freja lunged and drove her sword straight into his throat.The senator choked, convulsed, and collapsed onto the floor, blood pooling beneath him.

The slave girl recoiled, terrified, but before she could flee, Elin rushed to her side.

"Don't be afraid," Elin whispered gently.

A warm, golden light blossomed from her hands, enveloping the girl. The magic seeped into her skin, soothing pain, mending bruises, healing cracks in her soul she didn't know she still possessed.

The bruises faded almost instantly.The cuts vanished.And for the first time in her life… she felt warmth. Real warmth.

Elin smiled softly, her voice like a comforting embrace.

"It's okay now," she said. "No one will hurt you anymore. You're free."

The girl stared, wide-eyed.Free?Nobody had ever spoken to her with kindness. Nobody had ever smiled at her like that. And though she didn't fully understand, tears poured down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Elin," Freja called, urgency in her tone.

They couldn't stay long. The Senate Castle was massive, and dozens and dozens of corrupt senators still hid within its walls.

Elin gave the girl one last gentle squeeze on the shoulder.

"Stay here," she said. "You'll be safe."

Then she rose and followed Freja out into the corridor, ready to continue purging the castle…

Elin glanced back at her classmates — the ones who had chosen to stand here with her and Freja.

Seeing them gathered like this, wearing armor, gripping their weapons, ready to fight together again… a soft, warm smile rose on her face.

Not everyone had made it, of course. Some had taken a wrong turn when they split up in the chaos of Rome. Others were still scattered throughout the city dealing with assassins or trying to reach them. But the fact that so many had answered Freja's call…

It felt like their old days.

Like how things should have been.

Their class, united again — not as lost visitors in a foreign world, not as tools for Roman politics — but as friends fighting side by side.

"Hmph. If we're slaughtering pigs today, count me in, Freja," Ida said with a wicked grin, cracking her knuckles as she stepped forward.

The clatter of armor followed as the others shifted and adjusted their gear. They were all dressed for battle: shields strapped tightly, blades sharpened, eyes burning with determination.

They had prepared for this moment ever since Freja had called them to storm the Senate Castle.

"Well, either way," one boy muttered, "Septimius said all senators supporting Caesar are going to die in the end. Doesn't matter if it's today or tomorrow."

And, indeed, Nathan hadn't been wrong.

With Crassus, Fulvius, and Servilia shaping the Rome to come, there was no future where Caesar's corrupt circle would be forgiven. Not after the blood they had spilled. Not after the lives they had destroyed for greed.

And Nathan himself wanted them dead. That alone sealed their fate.

"You can count on us!" another boy shouted, thrusting his sword upward.

A chorus of cheers ignited behind him, echoing off the marble walls. They weren't afraid — if anything, they were thrilled. Liberating the Senate Castle meant fighting back against the corruption they had been choking on for weeks.

Many of them had once admired Rome — its architecture, its culture, its prestige. But once they truly lived here… once they witnessed its cruelty, its slavery, its decadence, and the stench of its politics…

They began to long for Alexandria.

To long for the warm sands, the bright sun.

Even Cleopatra's scolding felt like something they would gladly endure if it meant going home.

"What about you, Freja?" Edit asked, her expression serious. "You're going to face Axel… aren't you?"

Freja's grip tightened around her sword. Her eyes hardened with a resolve that shook the air around her.

"He's gone too far this time," she said quietly, but with a fury that no whisper could hide.

She would never forgive him.

Her classmates nodded grimly.

Even before Rome, Axel's decisions had been questionable. But once they arrived here, he crossed lines so deep that there was no return. He manipulated. He deceived. And then he finally did the unthinkable.

They all knew how he had sold Freja to Lilia — abandoning her without hesitation, throwing away her life for advantage, for greed, for survival of the weakest kind.

Freja was the heart of their class — the most admired, the strongest, the one who never turned her back on her friends. And Axel had tried to dispose of her like trash.

The hatred toward him had only grown from that moment on.

If anyone was going to defeat him… it would be Freja.

She had the power — the only SSS-Rank Skill among them.And now, she had the fury.

"Let's go!" Freja declared, raising her sword.

Her boots struck the marble floor as she rushed into the corridor, her cape fluttering behind her.

Elin and the others followed, armor clattering, hearts pounding — ready to storm the Senate Castle and bring justice down upon every last corrupted soul within it.