I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me-Chapter 331: Sara Carter

"The new Empress of the Light Empire… is Hero Nancy."

At Cecilia's revelation, both Siara and Sienna froze in place, their eyes widening in sheer disbelief.

"W-What?!" Siara gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with unfiltered shock.

She couldn't believe what she had just heard. It had to be some kind of mistake. Maybe she had misheard Cecilia, or perhaps this was all some elaborate misunderstanding.

Nancy—that Nancy—was the Empress of the Light Empire?

Her mind reeled, trying to piece together how events could have spiraled into such an absurd reality. How had things reached this point?

Yet, despite Siara's bewilderment, Cecilia remained solemn as she gave a slow, deliberate nod.

"It's true. She was chosen by the Divine Knights to ascend as the new Empress, alongside the rightful heir to the throne, Prince Geoffrey."

The weight of Cecilia's words pressed down on Siara, but instead of providing clarity, they only intensified her confusion.

"How… how did this even happen?! Why would they choose her?!" she demanded, her brows knitting together in frustration.

Cecilia let out a quiet sigh before answering, her tone calm but tinged with the same unease that Siara felt.

"Hero Nancy gave birth shortly after you left for the war. It turns out she was carrying the Emperor's child. The Divine Knights later confirmed the legitimacy of her lineage and organized the coronation ceremony."

Siara's breath hitched.

"Nancy… had a child?" she repeated, stunned.

The revelation left her momentarily speechless. It wasn't just shock—it was disbelief, mingled with something close to exasperation.

Why did it seem like so many people around her were suddenly having children? First, it had been her teacher. Then Aisha. And now Nancy as well?

But even beyond the unexpected pregnancy, the far more pressing issue was who had been made Empress.

Nancy—the same Nancy who had once tormented her classmates for fun. The same Nancy who had bullied even her own stepbrother.

Nathan had never truly entertained her cruelty, but that didn't change the fact that Nancy had been awful. She had been arrogant, self-centered, and utterly unfit to rule over an empire.

And now she sat on the throne of the Light Empire?

Siara clenched her fists at her sides.

"What were they thinking?" she muttered, her voice laced with growing anger.

The Divine Knights were supposed to be the highest governing authority. The most powerful and revered figures of the empire. Had they truly thought this decision through? Did they genuinely believe that Nancy was the ideal choice for Empress?

Siara's doubts ran deep, and judging by Cecilia's grim expression, she wasn't alone in her skepticism.

Even Cecilia didn't seem to understand why her superiors had made this decision.

Siara took a deep breath before forcing herself to focus on something else.

"…And what about Teacher Amelia?" she asked at last, her voice quieter but no less urgent. "Is she okay? Did she… really accept this?"

Siara knew Amelia well enough to know that her teacher wouldn't have simply stood by and allowed this to happen without a fight. Amelia's goal had always been to find a way to bring everyone back to Earth safely.

If Nancy had become Empress, then that goal seemed farther away than ever.

Cecilia shook her head, confirming Siara's worst fears.

"She didn't accept it," Cecilia said, her voice soft but firm. "She tried to speak with Empress Nancy directly… but was denied an audience."

Siara's stomach twisted.

"She refused to meet with Teacher Amelia?"

Cecilia's gaze darkened slightly.

"Yes. Empress Nancy has no intention of leaving. She plans to remain here… permanently."

A cold silence settled between them.

Siara's fingers curled tightly, nails digging into her palms as she struggled to process everything.

Nancy had not only been crowned Empress—but she had severed all ties with them.

And that, perhaps, was the most dangerous thing of all.

After hours of traveling by carriage, the group finally arrived at the capital. As they entered the grand city, they were once again met with an overwhelming reception. The streets were lined with cheering citizens, their voices rising in excitement as they welcomed back the so-called Heroes. Flowers were tossed into the air, banners were waved, and countless people smiled as they called out their names.

At first glance, it was a heartwarming scene—one that should have filled them with pride and relief.

And yet, for Siara and many of her classmates, those cheers rang hollow.

Were these people truly overjoyed at their return? Or had the Divine Knights carefully cultivated this reception, ensuring that their image remained untarnished even in their absence?

Siara wasn't sure.

Regardless, they had little choice but to acknowledge the celebration, even if they could feel the emptiness beneath it.

As the grand castle finally came into view, Siara felt a strange sensation wash over her. It hadn't been that long since they had last stood before these towering walls, and yet, something about this place felt… different.

The air was heavier. The atmosphere unfamiliar.

Before she could dwell on the feeling, a voice suddenly rang out from among her classmates.

"Teacher!"

Siara turned at the call, and her gaze landed on a familiar figure standing in the castle garden, waiting for them with a warm smile.

Amelia Carter.

Their teacher stood gracefully beneath the afternoon sun, her soft brown hair flowing gently in the breeze. But what caught Siara's attention most wasn't just Amelia—it was the small child in her arms.

A little girl, no older than two, nestled comfortably against her.

The baby was breathtakingly adorable, with silky black hair, striking green eyes, and pale, porcelain-like skin that made her look almost ethereal. There was an innocence to her gaze, a quiet curiosity as she observed the unfamiliar faces gathering around them.

"Is everyone okay?" Amelia asked, stepping forward to greet them.

"Teacher!"

Most of the students rushed toward her, eager to reunite with the woman who had been their guiding force throughout this ordeal. However, Jason and Aidan silently broke away from the group, quickly disappearing into the castle alongside Clahvel after requesting a private audience with him.

Siara, meanwhile, could hardly tear her eyes away from the child in Amelia's arms. A mix of surprise and disbelief flashed across her face before she finally found her voice.

"Is that… Sara?!" she asked, eyes widening. "She's already this big?!"

It seemed almost impossible.

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Hadn't Sara been born only a year ago? And yet, before them stood a little girl who looked closer to three. Her growth was unnatural—rapid, almost eerily so.

But then again, nothing about their lives since their summoning had followed the natural laws they had once known. Their own bodies had changed drastically since arriving in this world. They had long since stopped being ordinary humans.

Perhaps Sara's rapid development was simply another strange anomaly in this world, a consequence of the altered nature of their existence.

At least, that was what they assumed.

Because the true reason behind Sara's unnatural growth had nothing to do with Amelia herself.

It lay within the man who had given her life.

The man whose very blood carried divine power.

Amelia chuckled softly, gently stroking Sara's dark hair as the little girl clung to her.

"She is, isn't she?" she said with a proud smile.

The child nestled comfortably in her arms, her tiny fingers grasping at Amelia's clothing as she observed the gathered students with quiet curiosity. Her pale skin almost seemed to glow under the sunlight, and her striking green eyes, framed by long lashes, gave her an otherworldly beauty. There was no doubt—this was no ordinary child.

"Wow, she's absolutely beautiful, teacher!" one of the students blurted out, staring in admiration. "So… do you think it's more your genes or your mysterious husband's genes that made her this cute?" the student teased with a playful grin.

Amelia huffed in mock indignation before flashing a proud smirk. "Both of us, of course!" she declared, tilting her chin up slightly.

Her response drew a round of amused chuckles, though most of them couldn't deny it—Sara looked far from human. Her beauty wasn't just striking; it was almost divine, as if she carried traces of something beyond mortal blood.

Siara, however, tilted her head slightly in curiosity. "Can she speak?" she asked, watching as the little girl's vivid green eyes darted between them, analyzing the unfamiliar faces.

"She can," Amelia replied with a fond smile, shifting her hold on the child. "But she's a bit shy around new people."

As if to prove her point, Sara immediately buried her face against Amelia's chest, hiding away from the sudden attention.

A collective aww rang through the group.

"She's so adorable!"

"Ugh, I want to squish those chubby cheeks!"

"So, teacher…" another student chimed in with a mischievous smirk. "When are you finally going to introduce us to her father?"

"Yeah! We need to see if he's worthy of you!"

The mood, which had been somber since their return, instantly brightened. The once-weary students, burdened by the horrors they had faced, suddenly found themselves immersed in teasing their beloved teacher.

For just a moment, it felt like they were back in their old high school life again—where the biggest worries they had were exams and friendships, not war, death, and betrayal.

Amelia let out a helpless laugh, shaking her head. "Alright, alright, I promise I'll introduce him… eventually," she said, placing a deliberate emphasis on the last word. "But first, I want to hear everything that's happened to all of you."

Her smile remained, but as her gaze drifted over her gathered students, a shadow passed over her expression.

There were missing faces.

Jason and Aidan had already walked off with Clahvel, but… others were absent as well.

Amelia knew what that meant.

Her fingers subconsciously tightened around Sara, and for just a second, grief flickered in her eyes. But she quickly buried it.

She had to be strong—for the ones who were left.

Yet, just as she was about to lead them inside, her eyes landed on someone.

Aisha.

Her gaze widened in shock.

"A… Aisha?!"

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Aisha stood among her classmates, her hand resting gently over her swollen belly.

The once-timid girl shifted slightly under Amelia's stunned stare before offering a small, almost bashful smile.

"Ah… teacher," she murmured. "I met someone."

The group fell into a heavy silence.

Amelia slowly looked around at her other students, expecting an explanation. But one by one, they all averted their gazes, as if they themselves didn't quite understand how this had happened.

It was utterly surreal.

Out of everyone, Aisha was the last person Amelia would have expected to end up in this situation.

And the timing—just as she was still trying to process Nancy becoming a mother, and not just to any child, but to the Emperor's heir, a man thirty years her senior!

And now… Aisha?

For a moment, Amelia wanted to say something—anything—to express her shock. Maybe even to reprimand her, to question how something like this had happened. But when she saw the happiness in Aisha's expression, the gentle way she rested her hand over her growing belly, Amelia felt the words die in her throat.

With a deep sigh, she chose a different path.

"…Come," she said at last, turning toward the castle. "Let's talk. I want to hear everything."

And with that, she led her students forward, bracing herself for whatever revelations lay ahead.