I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me
Chapter 422: Moment with Khione

Chapter 422: Moment with Khione

That night, despite being granted a private chamber within the Senate Castle by Caesar himself—a lone, uniquely adorned room of marbled splendor—I did not remain there as I had intended. The lavish silence of that regal space could not compete with the call of my heart, nor could its luxury weigh against the comfort I sought elsewhere.

I had somewhere else to go—somewhere far more intimate, far more sacred than the stone walls of Rome’s political heart.

It was a place removed entirely from the mortal world. Hidden behind layers of celestial seals and veils, I found myself in Khione’s isolated realm—a realm carved from the divine fabric of the cosmos itself. No human, god, or creature could trespass here without her explicit invitation. Guarded by barriers wrought from Divine Law, only those sanctioned by Khione could ever pass through the invisible veil that surrounded her sanctuary.

She had crafted this refuge in secrecy and silence, cloaked from the eyes of even the most perceptive Olympians. For an entire year, she had secluded herself in this ethereal solitude—cut off from all realms—to elude the ever-watchful gaze of Poseidon and the cold cunning of Hera. Both deities were notorious for their preternatural senses, and for a long time, the fear of discovery kept her cloaked in divine silence.

But times had changed. Poseidon and Hera had both fallen, stripped of their thrones and broken from power. The threat that once haunted her steps had faded, and with it, the need for unyielding isolation. She could now lower her guard—if only slightly—and welcome me into her world. And though I had the freedom to visit whenever I wished, I chose not to do so often. Each time she opened the gates of her realm, it created a moment of vulnerability—a brief window in which other gods could detect her presence. I couldn’t risk that—not until I had grown strong enough to challenge the heavens themselves.

For now, our relationship had to remain shrouded in secrecy. I was not yet ready to invite the wrath of Olympus upon her, or upon the fragile, hidden joy we had created together.

Still, tonight… tonight I had to see them.

My hand moved gently through soft strands of snow-white hair as I looked down with quiet affection. “She’s growing fast,” I whispered, a rare smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Nivea, our daughter, was curled up in my lap, her tiny hand clutching the fabric of my shirt with unwavering determination even in sleep. There was something magnetic in her attachment to me—something primal. From the moment she first saw me, she had reached out and never let go.

She looked to be around two years old now, though time did not obey the same rules for her. With the potent blood of gods running through her veins—first from Khione, and now from me, whose own body had undergone unfathomable changes—her growth was accelerated. Not unnatural… just divine. She was the child of forces beyond the comprehension of mortals.

She resembled Khione in many ways—her elegant, pale white complexion, the serene grace that seemed to emanate even in sleep—but I saw glimpses of myself too: sharper features, the defined shape of her nose, the slight furrow between her brows. A balance of both of us, wrapped in purity and utter beauty.

Khione’s voice broke the stillness, quiet and composed as always. “How long are you planning to stay in Rome?”

She sat beside me, her presence like a winter breeze—gentle but chillingly powerful. We sat on what resembled a floor of endless porcelain, stretching far beyond the eye could see, glimmering like polished frost beneath starlight.

“I’m not sure,” I replied honestly, eyes still on Nivea. “Until I’m finished with what I need to do.”

“You spend most of your time fighting,” she said softly.

I smiled faintly but said nothing for a moment. Rising slowly, I carried Nivea across the gleaming room, each step echoing faintly through the divine silence. A room of pure white awaited beyond a delicate crystalline door. I laid her gently upon a bed made of silver silk and soft snow, tucking her in with reverence. Her tiny fingers loosened their grip reluctantly, and I felt the warmth of her presence linger even after I stepped out and closed the door behind me.

Returning to Khione’s side, I sat once again beside her.

“You know why I’m doing this,” I said, my voice low but resolute. “Everything I’m fighting for… it’s to protect what we have. To make sure no god ever lays a hand on you, or her.”

“I do know that,” Khione murmured, her voice delicate, like the whisper of snowflakes falling in a still forest. Her gaze was distant, but her words brimmed with quiet longing. “But how long will it take? I can endure this solitude—it’s not new to me. But Nivea… she deserves more. She should be free to see the world, to know she isn’t alone. That she’s done nothing wrong simply by existing.”

Her words stilled the air between us.

“I know,” I replied softly, reaching for her hand and holding it in mine. Her fingers were cold, as always, yet they sent a warmth through me that no fire ever could. “That’s why I need to be patient. I need to make sure the world outside is safe before I bring her into it. Once Rome is dealt with… once I finish what must be done with the Light Empire—I promise, I’ll turn my full attention to us.”

Khione looked at me, her icy blue eyes shimmering under the soft glow of her world’s eternal twilight.

“Aphrodite has already found us a sanctuary,” I added. “An untouched island, hidden and veiled—large enough to rival a kingdom. A place without gods, without war… just peace. Just us. We can raise her there, without fear.”

She tilted her head with a small, knowing smile. “You want to become a king now?”

I chuckled and gently pulled her into my arms. “And you’ll be my queen,” I whispered against her ear, brushing a kiss upon her temple. “My Ice Goddess. My Queen of Winter and Silence.”

Then, with all the reverence I could summon, I kissed her lips.

Khione accepted my affection without hesitation. Her lips were cool and soft, like the first touch of winter snow, yet they warmed under mine. I drew her sweet breath into me, savoring the faint taste of frost and the nectar of something unmistakably divine. Her divine scent—soft and clean like fresh alpine wind—washed over me and made my head spin with longing.

“Mmm~” she exhaled a faint moan as my hand gently traced the contour of her back, pulling her deeper into the moment.

When I finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed with a gentle pink hue, an adorable contrast to her usual cold, pale grace.

“You know,” I said, brushing a thumb softly across her cheek, “there’s nowhere in this world—or any other—where I feel as at peace as I do when I’m with you and Nivea. I would give anything to live that life with you forever. And I will… but I want to do this right. I don’t want to build something fragile. I want it to last.”

Khione leaned slightly into my hand. “Then let me help you,” she offered again, her voice steady with resolve.

But I shook my head slowly. “That’s why Aphrodite and Amaterasu are by my side,” I said gently.

The moment the names left my mouth, I felt a subtle shift in her posture.

She drew back slightly, wrapping her arms around her knees, curling into herself with a quiet, almost childlike motion. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a storm beneath her calm exterior.

“You spend more time with them than with me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with something fragile—hurt.

I couldn’t deny it. I had spent more time with them. Not out of preference, but out of necessity. Aphrodite and Amaterasu were visible. Active. Present. They hadn’t vanished from the divine tapestry like Khione had. Her disappearance, coupled with the sudden vanishing of both Poseidon and Hera, had already stirred deep unease in Olympus.

If Khione were to appear suddenly now, amid that tension… suspicions would arise. Accusations would follow.

Aphrodite had already warned me: Olympus was on edge. Hera’s disappearance had unbalanced the old hierarchy. Poseidon’s absence made it worse. All eyes watched every movement in the divine realm with the intensity of predators circling prey. I couldn’t afford to expose Khione—not yet.

Still, it didn’t ease the sting in her heart.

“Are you jealous, Khione?” I asked, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips, hoping to lighten the mood.

Her gaze lowered. “Am I even your first?” she asked softly.

I blinked, then gently reached out and tilted her chin upward until her eyes met mine. “What are you asking me, Khione?” I murmured.

“You are my favorite,” I said with quiet certainty. “And you will always be my first. My first true wife. The first woman I ever truly gave my heart to. The one I love most in this world.”

“You’ve certainly learned how to speak to women,” Khione said, her voice tinged with feigned indifference. Her expression remained composed, her signature frost-like demeanor unbroken—but I could see the flicker of delight in her eyes, the faint curve at the edge of her lips that betrayed her amusement.

Still, that playfulness didn’t last. Her gaze shifted, narrowing ever so slightly with suspicion. “I’ve heard you’ve already caught the eyes of several women in Rome—on the very day you arrived, no less.”

I gave her a helpless look and raised my hands in mock surrender. “You can place all the blame on Aphrodite for that. I’m bound to her SSS-Rank Skill whether I like it or not. It’s not as if I’m trying to stand out.”

Khione’s eyes remained fixed on me, narrowed but amused. “I’m sure you don’t mind it one bit.”

A grin spread across my face. “As expected of you, Khione—you always see through me.” I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a low whisper that only she could hear. “But right now… I want to see those lips of yours move again.”

Her composure cracked. A gentle blush bloomed across her porcelain cheeks, subtle yet unmistakable—like the first bloom of pink on winter snow.

Still, she gave a quiet nod, lowering her gaze in unspoken understanding.

I rose slowly, standing before her, watching as Khione followed with graceful precision. She knelt before me, her movements fluid, like melting ice slipping into flowing water. Her pale, delicate hands reached up, her fingers moving with reverence and intent, tracing the fabric at my waist.