[{"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-11":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},394469,657,"Chapter 11","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>Ch.11 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The firewood split cleanly in two. Sion’s axework left no room for error, each log severed into perfectly uniform pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘For the Goddess. For myself. For my siblings. I must grow stronger.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each reaffirmation of his resolve, his strength and skill grew. His body felt sturdier too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but when he asked Garfenn, he learned otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his faith deepened, the Goddess’s blessing strengthened, and so did Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of the Goddess of War was said to surpass all others in strength. Even if nothing else, this was the one truth Goddess Achille emphasized again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Apostle of the Evil God fears none more than the Apostle of War.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Sion still couldn’t bring himself to believe in the Goddess wholeheartedly, he felt her presence vividly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eager to hear her voice one day, he resolved to offer more sincere prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion split the logs, Set gathered the pieces and stacked them neatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His role was to bundle the firewood and carry it to the hearth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Set, who seemed engrossed in his stacking game, Sion asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Ruina?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Learning something from Bishop Gustein.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… taxes? Something complicated I didn’t get.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion straightened his back and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina, being sharp, had begun assisting the bishop. Gustein was speeding up her training, likely planning his retirement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was obvious how fond the bishop was of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Good.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ruina secured her place in Elim, Sion could rest easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And Kaili? Same as usual?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, same. She’s getting weirder, though.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t call your sister weird, Set.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh. Sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was especially strict with Set, being the only boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong as he was, Sion didn’t want him going down the wrong path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Set, Sion was both an older brother and a father figure. And Set followed his lead without question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though lately, Garfenn seemed to be taking on some of that paternal role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s training?” Sion asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Set’s face lit up, and he threw a playful punch into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah! I think I’m getting stronger! Maybe even as strong as you soon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a decade too early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, let’s spar later!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only if you train hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion resumed chopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Set. If I’m ever not around, you’ll have to protect Ruina and Kaili.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it safe here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet. Outside the church, there are plenty of bad people. And we don’t know when this place might be attacked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let slip a fraction of his worries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Sion to walk the path of an Apostle without hesitation, his siblings’ safety had to be guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oddly enough, Set was the one he trusted most for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Set understood his concerns or was just happy to be given responsibility, he grinned and flexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave it to me! I’ll protect them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I’ll be away often. It’s up to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Set’s enthusiasm dimmed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… I won’t see you much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else could he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got things to do. But it’s all to protect you guys. You understand, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah… But at least once a month?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Depends on how hard you train.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh! Fine! I’ll train like crazy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Set dropped to do push-ups, Ruina approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you two up to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ruina!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She handed him a clean, neatly folded handkerchief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here. Wipe your sweat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled faintly of flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking it back, she added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sion. The bishop wants you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straightening his clothes, Sion headed to the bishop’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight streamed through the small window as Gustein and Garfenn conversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn had been absent for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often left without explanation, returning with news—sometimes of wars blamed on the Goddess, other times of miracles. Rumors swirled, from plagues being called ‘Achille’s curse’ to whispers of her kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These snippets were all Sion had to gauge what an Apostle’s life entailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bowing, he greeted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master. You’re back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hear you’ve settled in well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks to your food and shelter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Praying diligently too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn smiled, satisfied. Even if it was just pretense, sincerity alone was progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Sion walk a path so different from his own past eased Garfenn’s worries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My retirement might come sooner than I thought.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein motioned for Sion to sit and explained why he’d been summoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion of Karak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t leave the church right now, and Garfenn has urgent business elsewhere. So, we need you to run an errand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Name it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body itched for action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chores were fulfilling, but he longed to serve the Goddess in a way only an Apostle could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t he the heir, after all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted tasks befitting that role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow the northern road. In three days, you’ll reach Foils, a trade city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina had mentioned it while learning church affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We ordered supplies from there. They were due five days ago, but there’s been no word. Bandits, perhaps. We need answers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retrieve the supplies, then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And find out what happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried a hint of disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d hoped for something grander—hunting demons, perhaps, or confronting other Apostles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not one for violence, as the Goddess’s heir, he yearned to prove himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he nodded reluctantly, a question struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wouldn’t the city handle this? If their merchants were attacked?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein and Garfenn exchanged glances. The bishop’s lips twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Normally, yes. But this situation is… delicate. No contact, no news. We’re running low, so we must investigate ourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, something interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion finally smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll bring my sword, then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion, let me be clear. This is strictly a supply retrieval. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. I’ll bring back the supplies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein repeated the warning; each time, Sion nodded with an ambiguous smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he left, the bishop massaged his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That boy’s quietly unhinged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s meant to be the Goddess of War’s Apostle. Ordinary won’t cut it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s more dangerous than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn huffed. This bishop, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not dangerous. I only fight justly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. The ones who say that are always the worst.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein clasped his hands behind his back, watching Sion sprint off through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…He’ll manage, won’t he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a shred of concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s my disciple. Of course he will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You’re leaving on an errand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. To Foils.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foils…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina frowned. That city had been nothing but trouble in trade dealings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, the rumors aren’t good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too many people—mercenaries, thief guilds. Lately, even Evil God worshippers. And Mains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mains?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans who drank demon blood for immortality and power. Unlike true demons, forged by the Evil God, they were still dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they walked among crowds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. The bishop thinks Mains might be behind this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s them… No wonder communications were cut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s dangerous. Be careful, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will. Seems there are more Mains than we thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina crossed her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world’s more rotten than we realized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re starting to sound like a priestess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? N-no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flustered, she turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion liked this side of her—sharp yet flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ruina secured a key role in the church, it’d ease his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing this, she worked tirelessly—to impress Gustein, to lighten Sion’s burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just watch out for Mains. If you get hurt, I’ll kill you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Thanks. I’ll be careful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mains, huh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled Baron Flandre from the Estert territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn had said he only won because the Baron had freshly consumed blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Older Mains were truly formidable, wielding magic with ease. A real nuisance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll fight carefully.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He debated between two swords—one stolen from a slaver, the other a noble blade from Rebecca.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Better gear is safer.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he took both. One could be sold in the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished packing, he asked Ruina,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want anything on my way back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anything you need?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combs, jewelry, pretty dresses, perfume—gifts flooded her thoughts. She wanted to look nice for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she shook her head with a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing, really. But if you insist… Clothes for Set and Kaili? A size bigger. Snacks would be nice too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re growing fast. Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion fastened his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be back. Look after them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina reached out as he turned but stopped herself. Instead, she waved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come back safe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1411,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.039Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","8d73d7c7c022bb94c0b2d681abe65c83fc1183641744169f95adfe3eda78ed19","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-12","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-10",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]