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Though they had met only recently, Sion felt unusually comforting today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked naturally together and entered a quiet prayer room out of public sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wide, open church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the front wall hung a statue of the Goddess of Light, showcasing masterful craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion and Lagan gazed at the statue and naturally sat side by side on chairs placed in the prayer room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan briefly clasped his hands and prayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether he was praying with eyes closed, or had simply fallen asleep—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, watching him, was confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he felt a peculiar impression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Master is like this, and Lagan is like this too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men who seemed most likely to be negative toward the Goddess were, in fact, the most devout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their outward appearances and behaviors suggested otherwise, the faith sustaining them, the faith embodied in their flesh, was thick and sturdy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they become strong because of their faith?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or had they barely endured this harsh world, clinging precariously to faith alone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Perhaps……’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two people Sion had encountered were still barely holding on—surviving thus far, wounded and battered, clinging to a thread-thin strand of faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having become a holy knight and endured hardship himself, Sion now understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those called the strongest were, more than anyone, fragile humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did your conversation go well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan asked abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had opened his eyes, he gazed at the statue with a melancholic expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rare sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they hadn’t known each other long, Sion sensed Lagan’s mood was different from usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion also looked up at the statue and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We didn’t have enough time. There was so much I wanted to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, you two have a good master-disciple relationship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does Lagan have any disciples?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have one brat I suppose, but, well—I haven’t paid him enough attention to really call him my disciple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion recalled the person who always looked after Lagan closely. The two seemed very close—not like master and servant, but more like uncle and nephew, or father and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He tries hard, but his talent is lacking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’ll shine someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan made a strange sound and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence flowed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Sion initiated conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Lagan have a good talk too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean with our adorable Apostle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha. Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, he found the Apostle of Light Naru cute—like a pretty next-door aunt who didn’t act her age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, her behavior was as harmless as any elf could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan chuckled softly and muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I crave alcohol.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? Is something wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion asked proactively. His eyes widened slightly. He had never seen the Commander looking so troubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan groaned softly, then sighed deeply inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still wasn’t certain whether it was right to share the truth the Apostle had revealed with Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naru had said it was fine to tell him—or not to tell him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Usually, when someone says that, it means don’t tell.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander couldn’t decide whether it was right to obsess alone over such an important matter while excluding the very person most involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’ll be a tiresome story.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Sion deserved to hear it. At minimum, he needed to know what situation the world currently faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he too was a monk, a knight, and an apostle wielding a sword to save the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We had a discussion together before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion understood immediately. He turned his body toward the Commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why traitors appeared in the Holy Kingdom’s gateway cities. Right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. And there was that madwoman’s remark about the Goddess of Light weakening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Did the Apostle provide an answer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan’s voice turned profoundly serious. Not a trace of playfulness remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s true—the Goddess of Light is losing her power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, such moments occur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the most absurd, worst-case scenario alone turns out to be true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did that dreadful timing have to be now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion and Lagan sighed simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the problem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Problem, problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan paused briefly to choose his words, then looked up once at the statue and stood frozen like a stone sculpture for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a problem that began with the birth of this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan continued in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where there is light, there is darkness. One cannot exist without the other. That is the principle of the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why, despite the existence of the Creator God and the Chief God, did Evil Gods and their followers persist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had long pondered this question himself. But he had never reached any conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a topic beyond human perspective, common sense, and understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion set aside his previous thoughts and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, as long as the Goddess of Light exists, the Evil God of darkness must also exist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You catch on quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a hypothesis he had somewhat anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddesses symbolizing and presiding over certain concepts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powers and laws born from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proposition that darkness exists because light exists was an unchanging truth and law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Goddess of Light could not alter the myriad phenomena of the universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simply put, no matter how hard we strive, even if the Goddess herself personally exterminates them, the Evil God of darkness can never be completely annihilated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Then, what exactly. Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion suddenly felt an overwhelming, inescapable terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he traced back Lagan’s words to grasp their true meaning, that terror emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That the Goddess of Light’s power is weakening—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan nodded painfully, with great difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She has chosen self-annihilation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s words were abruptly cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even attempt to control his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simultaneously with her annihilation, the heavenly gate, the celestial portal to the Round Table, will close. Humans will no longer be able to meet the Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth, then covered it with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not knowing what to do, he rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran his hand through his hair, clenched and unclenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only sigh deeply, repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth he had heard, even as blood seemed ready to burst from his eyes, nose, and mouth, was truly shocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eru was in the process of self-annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was suppressing her own power, erasing her existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For where there is no light, there can be no darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was bidding farewell to the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I spent my life serving the Goddess. I navigated vast oceans using her will as my lighthouse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I feel lost. I wonder if this is how a child feels—left utterly alone after parents depart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion now understood why the seemingly strong Lagan had collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In our world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was utterly impossible to imagine a world without Goddesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could any human truly accept such a possibility?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then. What about what comes after?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion quickly regained composure and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will the remaining Evil Gods naturally vanish too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That is humanity’s responsibility.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they would leave behind someone strong enough to exterminate the remaining Evil God forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was precisely the strongest sword the Goddess of War desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s lifelong aspiration had, from the beginning, been arranged by Goddess Eru.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason Goddess of Wisdom, Menesia, after long contemplation, chose to nurture Sion was also the Chief God’s arrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through innate wisdom, she had vaguely reached that conclusion and acted upon it unilaterally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the purpose of existence bestowed upon the Goddesses by Eru, mother of all Goddesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s fate had been determined long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan did not speak the latter part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He considered it too cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he voiced those words now, burdening Sion, he might break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I can only help him as far as my strength allows.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion wore an almost deathly expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even to him, it was too horrifying a story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That light must vanish to completely eradicate evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sanctity of the statue descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It encouraged those suffocating under the overwhelming sense of defeat filling the prayer room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion and Lagan’s eyes met in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan gazed at Sion with eyes full of regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, too, pitied the Commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were in the same situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They must prepare to bid farewell to the Goddess they had relied upon their entire lives. And prepare for the holy war to save humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world of the coming infants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny flame of survival ignites here, in a world where only humans remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lagan stood up with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you tomorrow, comrade of the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Is this information still a secret?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. The world isn’t ready to accept it yet. Soon, the Priestesses and Apostles will know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the instruction to remain silent for now, Lagan left the prayer room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The empty prayer room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion stared blankly at the statue of the Goddess of Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never found an expressionless statue so detestable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultimately, what he sought was not the Chief God, but his own Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Goddess Achille. Please show me the way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for Sion as he left his quarters were holy knights clad in platinum armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, they scrutinized Sion with eyes mixed with contempt and suspicion, then led him somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place they finally arrived at was a massive circular stone chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inscription above the door—’Hall of Repentance’—caught the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the place where, throughout the Holy Kingdom’s history, heretics and apostates were interrogated and their sins proclaimed to all under heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason for bringing Sion specifically here was glaringly obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion couldn’t suppress a bitter laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Led by the knights, he stepped inside the stone chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling was impossibly high, exerting a crushing, oppressive pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of the floor stood a single platform for the accused, surrounded by high, tiered seats arranged like a circular amphitheater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already seated in those seats were over ten figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cardinals dressed in pure white ceremonial robes embroidered with lavish golden patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each wore an aged, gaunt, and authority-filled face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One stroked his chin beard with greasy fingers, another sneered while whispering to his neighbor, another didn’t even glance at Sion, instead trimming his fingernails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, Sion was invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a contemptible novice from the arrogant and barbaric War Cult existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one corner sat familiar faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roben and Lagan, attending as witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only they offered Sion a gentle nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion was led by the knights to stand on the central platform, the eldest cardinal seated in the highest position struck the floor sharply with his cane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire stone chamber resonated with a low hum at the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The distracted elderly cardinals finally cleared their throats, shifting the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the cardinal presiding over the judgment opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion of the War Cult. 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