[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war":3,"chapter-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-105":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Apostle of the Goddess of War",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},394513,657,"Chapter 105","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-105",105,"\u003Cp>Ch.105 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Something ominous is coming.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s ominous premonition had never been wrong before. At least so far, it had a 100% accuracy rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t exactly a pleasant thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to survival, it was an excellent sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout his entire secret movement inside the castle, he had felt uneasy. It was like walking on the surface of a volcano just about to erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s not just the feeling of chasing the Apostle of Blood.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something far greater seemed to be waiting for Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, under normal circumstances, he should have felt a tingling sensation at the crown of his head or a warm energy guiding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the Goddess of War been guiding him, his footsteps would have moved on their own. But not now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he had to walk alone, make his own judgments, and fight by himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like being dropped into the middle of a vast ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Sion wasn’t afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed that no matter where she was, the Goddess of War would protect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere along the way, Sion had come to trust Goddess Achille completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the path he walked was never wrong—it was a journey of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humming, buzzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion quietly listened to the noise from the upper floor. Lagan had apparently succeeded in drawing attention effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t fighting, so this level of commotion should be considered minor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real problem was on Sion’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did I get discovered?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least the castle staff didn’t seem to have noticed. It would have been stranger if any of them could detect Sion’s stealthy movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even most martial experts would find such a feat difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, if someone could do it, they’d have to be at least at the Sword Master level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Unless a Sword Master is working as a servant.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he entertained that thought, he swung open a door at the end of the corridor, a place that seemed deserted and untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp fingernail stabbed at him instantly. Sion leapt high, narrowly avoiding the surprise attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just the jump, he reached the ceiling of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiiing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In midair, a sword instantly appeared in Sion’s hand. The sharp blade had already knocked away the fingernail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip, drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood droplets fell to the floor. Beside them lay a severed human hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of the wrist slowly emerged from beside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion landed and looked puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A servant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange woman in a maid’s uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her presence, to her appearance, timing, and location— nothing about her was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than anything else—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you detect me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that she had sensed Sion’s presence was the biggest shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A Sword Master-level servant?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Sion’s immediate thought as he stared intently at the attacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you staring at? Never seen a skilled maid before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman spoke. Even with her wrist severed, she showed no panic at all. She was no ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the first time I’ve seen one, actually.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, a brief silence fell. Neither of them broke eye contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without turning his face, Sion moved only his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword Master-level maid slowly parted her red lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the one who should answer that. The Order of the Holy Sword guests are on the second floor. Did a little thief cat sneak in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion studied her carefully, thinking: Is there an opening? How strong is she really?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing seemed easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just a guess—this woman truly seemed to possess Sword Master-level skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon, Sion became certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharpening his gaze, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman picked up her severed wrist and reattached it to her arm as she answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How crude. There’s a more elegant term—Vampire Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What in the world—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m surprised too. I came out just to observe the Order of the Holy Sword’s movements… and met someone strange?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman gave a seductive smile. The slight tilt of her head was incredibly alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ordinary man might have willingly handed over his guts and gallbladder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Beautiful appearance. A trait of blood vampires.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sion was too cold and rational to be enchanted and show mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwajik! Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body spun halfway around, pivoting on his right foot. A rotational force added to his sword strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka—ang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy sword blow clashed with her claw, reinforced by blood magic. Both were in a position where discovery would be problematic. They exchanged no flashy, noisy techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, they silently agreed to a battle decided only by concise, efficient skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chak, chachang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This can’t drag on any longer.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just dangerous for Sion—if it continued, Lagan’s side could also be compromised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword ‘in danger’ wasn’t quite accurate. It meant the situation was turning unfavorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the sake of others, he had to end this fight within seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he finished thinking—the vampire seemed to have the same idea, as she began slicing her fingertips and freely manipulating the blood that flowed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had picked the wrong opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Sion saw her blood magic, he shattered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whipping lash of blood disintegrated into dust the instant it touched Sion’s divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuuu—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hazy black light began to swallow the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the Vampire Lord regained her senses, she was already in the middle of a pitch-black universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could fully comprehend the situation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s blade flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A decisive strike, infused with the light of the only shining star in the universe, grazed the vampire’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound rang out a beat late. The woman’s eyes slowly widened as she belatedly realized what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Vampire Lord’s mouth slowly opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—just as she was about to scream—her head slipped sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her bloodshot eyes, wide with emptiness, laid bare her shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her head fell, Sion sheathed his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome had been decided in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had calculated speed and noise to bring the fight to a swift conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against a Sword Master, he had to unleash that much force—before fully assessing her strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had ended it by deploying his mental realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion smiled with satisfaction as he offered the unidentified vampire as a sacrificial offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decisive move had worked perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing was slightly heavier, and his fatigue had sharply increased, but he had gained a satisfying result and valuable information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So I can use the barrier—briefly, only when necessary.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a good insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of light pierced through Sion’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden inspiration allowed Sion to grow once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion reactivated his senses and scanned the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, no movement indicated that anyone had noticed the fight. The grand feast had just begun downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relieved, Sion began to look around the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had appeared suddenly, out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Could there be a hidden passage I can’t see?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion moved his hand along the wall, then suddenly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retraced his steps along the wall and closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Found it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall concealed by blood magic. Sion let out a bitter laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I found you. Apostle of Blood.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day was coming to an end. The sky darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caldenz Castle shone brightly even in the darkness. The castle, bustling with guests for once, was filled with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan placed his wine cup down roughly and laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha! Did such a thing really happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Useless gossip from the nobles. Who made a fortune recently, which Lordess had an affair with a servant, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Lagan, who held an important role in the Light Cult, these were embarrassing topics. But the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword’s free-spirited nature didn’t care at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he urged them to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said he spent all day swinging swords, so this kind of entertainment was far too enjoyable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coaxed Lord Vincenzo Alberone even more, and even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the mood reached its peak, Lord Vincenzo finally let down half his guard toward Lagan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So he really did come here just to relax.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said he was returning to the Holy Kingdom after half a year of being away on a mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably wanted to indulge a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Lagan, known as the ‘Hammer of Light’, was human. Such feelings were natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There must be times when he wanted to relax, eat and drink freely without worrying about anything, and even hold a woman close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in truth, there weren’t many places where the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword could comfortably drink and have fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan’s visit to Caldenz Castle was good news for Vincenzo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I can consider this trust earned.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed his long, careful efforts were finally paying off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My life has been like walking on thin ice. If I endure just a bit longer, I’ll truly enjoy glory.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, Vincenzo endured the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword’s vulgar jokes with a thick skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, there had been no problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Becoming a disciple of the Blood Cult and being promised youth and immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Providing a hiding place in the Holy Kingdom for worshippers of Evil Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretly purchasing and offering human slaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certainly, he had done it all well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But, Lord Vincenzo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan spoke, seemingly drunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Please speak, Commander Lagan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s something I’ve been curious about today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here comes another annoying drunken rant, Lagan thought, pouring cold water on himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pardon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem unusually tense. Are you hot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan tilted his head like a meerkat and looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servants and Order of the Holy Sword members were dressed in relatively thick clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or are you unwell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan asked calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile played on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even smirked—was he drunk, or was he mocking him? It was impossible to tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, not really. I suppose my condition just worsened without me noticing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan stared at Vincenzo, smiling only with his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincenzo began to feel an indescribable fear pressing down on him. The entire air seemed to crush his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because he had something to hide?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was it because of what he’d just heard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincenzo began sweating even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t something he could control with willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk, your complexion is deteriorating rapidly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter erupted from various Order of the Holy Sword members’ tables. Was it coincidence? Or did they know something and were mocking him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincenzo’s heart began to tremble. The waves grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan’s pupils burned as if piercing into Vincenzo’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His slurred speech, moments ago, had somehow become perfectly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he really know something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, I think I might have caught a cold from hunting yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincenzo answered as calmly as possible, picking up his wine cup. He bit the inside of his mouth to hide his trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps you should rest, Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yes. But wouldn’t it be rude to leave my guests?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the word ‘rude’, Lagan let out a dry laugh. Vincenzo could only weakly smile, embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense. Between us, there’s no need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… I’ll excuse myself since I’m not feeling well. Please feel free to tell the servants if you need anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your consideration, Vincenzo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creeeak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Vincenzo pushed back his chair with a sour expression and stood up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But, Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan’s eyes locked onto Vincenzo like blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a hallucination of a blade forming, Vincenzo frantically touched his neck. Thankfully, it was still attached. He wiped sweat, pretending to wipe his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan asked quietly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you hiding something from me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, to Vincenzo, the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword was no longer a Holy Knight of Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…He was the Apostle of Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2033,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","fcce66c6388fd74c196c34a209be722313af7de272162d26cccfda4090fa3e26","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-106","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-104",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]