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Let’s talk comfortably.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl—no, the Goddess of Corruption—lightly patted the space next to her with hands as white as a rabbit’s. Her gesture, made in the flawless guise of an utterly untainted maiden, radiated an almost bewitching grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania gave a faint smile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll come to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She appeared right beside him. In the blink of an eye, she materialized next to him on the grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Teleportation?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the Evil God using Sion’s stellar power so casually? The sheer gulf between them struck him anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they’d crossed paths several times before, he now truly understood: she existed on an entirely different plane of being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘To think I must defeat beings like her to bring peace to this world…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even despair welled inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for now, dialogue was paramount. Talking with the Goddess of Corruption might yet reveal some crucial clue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you sit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl of corruption extended the invitation once more. Sion, feigning helplessness, plopped down heavily beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania beamed with fresh, almost disarming cheer. Gazing at her smile alone made Sion feel his mind drift hazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I must be under psychic interference right now.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snapped his focus back instantly, channeling his divine power fiercely to shield his mind—a process of expelling her malevolent aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Tartania hadn’t meant to interfere at all. Her very presence was simply so overwhelming that the effect occurred naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh dear, sorry. I’ll tone it down more for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the oppressive weight in the air dissipate, and her malice grew lighter. Aside from the faint traces of magic escaping her breath, everything now seemed benign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet merely expelling her magic had exhausted him so. Sion, beads of sweat trickling down his back, gave a stiff nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he confirmed she held no immediate intent to fight, the stage for conversation was set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s voice was taut, every muscle still coiled with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inwardly, he resolved:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus on every single word. Absorb every shred of information.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d accept anything—any detail that might help him understand and ultimately destroy his enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, this ‘offer’—it’s a peace treaty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grim resolve instantly shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words spilling from the Goddess of Corruption were shockingly unconventional—so much so they nearly knocked the sense from his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A peace treaty? What in the world are you talking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as it sounds. We don’t wish to fight for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion pondered briefly before countering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That just means your faction has grown weaker. To me, it sounds like the perfect opportunity to strike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You’re sharp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania chuckled lightly, then shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But leave that thought be. If we truly fought, it’s obvious whose side would suffer more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have nothing to protect—just our own lives, at most. But you? You must protect your people in the name of your Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She plucked a wildflower as she added, almost dismissively:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Powerless, frail, and nothing but burdens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not an offer—it’s blackmail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To the powerless, even an offer sounds like blackmail. It’s natural order, isn’t it? As the Apostle of War, you should understand well: conquest, subjugation, and enforcing one’s will—that was Achille’s desire, wasn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania’s logic was airtight—precisely the truth he himself understood all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strong devour the weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A world where power claims everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Achille’s ideal paradise.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, too, pursued this vision and even now labored to eliminate any who stood in its way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even so,” he said, “I have no intention of negotiating with an Evil God. Agreeing to a truce now won’t erase your atrocities, and if you grow stronger later and attack again, I’d regret today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania tilted her head slightly. Her soft, brown hair cascaded in harmony with the wildflowers around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to believe he was conversing with the Sovereign of Terror—the Evil God herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me explain more concretely. I, the Goddess of Corruption, wish to defect to the Church of War.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion furrowed his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of headache-inducing nonsense was this now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll reveal our current objective. In exchange for this secret, I ask that you accept my defection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on. My brain’s freezing up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand. But I’ve given this careful thought before deciding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What trap is this, really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No trap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only Lady Achille were here—she would’ve provided clarity. The gravity of this situation far exceeded what Sion could judge alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not jump to conclusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, though—it was an extremely tempting proposition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It proved fractures existed within the Evil God faction, and if he could extract their intelligence and strength…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It would greatly aid the coming war.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The potential gains were immense—but so were the risks. He had to decide whether he could shoulder them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why defect? Why suddenly? Why now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion pressed further, proceeding with caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The reason’s complicated—too much to explain right now. Put simply: I’m betting on your victory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My victory?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped her words held truth. He’d use anything usable to his advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then explain properly. I need to believe your words before I consider accepting your defection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sound awfully decisive now that I’m yielding, don’t you? It’s thrilling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania chuckled, gently tapping Sion’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll give you proof you can trust. First—you were lured here. You think you pursued this path yourself, but the situation was partly orchestrated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you getting at?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Loenhaugter. You’re searching for him, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes snapped wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. Not exactly him—but something related is in that village over there. See?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where Tartania’s delicate finger pointed, a quiet village indeed nestled in the basin below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a place harboring an Evil God, it seemed oddly ordinary—smoke curled from chimneys, children’s laughter rang out—as if it were any mundane human settlement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion still felt as though he were trapped in an illusion. If it were real, the implications would be staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re saying Sir Loenhaugter is there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—he was captured.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By whom?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magoth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magoth… you mean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—the Goddess of Darkness, Eru’s vanished twin sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion pressed his lips tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil God of Darkness was dwelling in such a place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s absurd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But doesn’t it feel real? You know better than anyone that I’m not lying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated to admit it—but she was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he perceived that village, a suffocating wave of malevolence coiled around his limbs, freezing him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure felt like being ensnared by deep-sea tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was just from looking. If he set foot inside, not even Sion would manage a full breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone’s waiting for you there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Evil Gods?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania covered her mouth, giggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was waiting for you—to bring you there. I made a deliberate opening, just for this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is really making my head spin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion pressed for answers about Loenhaugter. He still couldn’t fathom why the man had been taken to the Evil Gods’ stronghold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Tartania revealed next was unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eru… was a Sovereign. She knew things even beyond our comprehension.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone grew wistful—her eyes distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could such a being truly vanish without any contingency? Would she just abandon the human world she’d nurtured over countless ages? No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania declared with certainty:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if the Heavens fell, Eru would have wanted humanity to endure—because that’s who she was.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her choice to dissolve herself means she left behind a surefire way to defeat Magoth and us all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eye twitched beneath his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here stood an enemy commander who believed in Eru more than even mortals or the Round Table Goddesses did. Sometimes, after all, the enemy’s evaluation was the most objective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why I chose defection. Honestly, I never expected it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re surrendering—because you fear what Lady Eru has chosen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… that’s the main reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded slowly in understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far more convincing than some flimsy excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘An Evil God surrendering out of absolute faith in Eru’s omniscience…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an ironic twist—corruption turning so corrupt that it looped back to goodness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand now—at least the general situation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then answer me: why was Sir Loenhaugter kidnapped? Why keep him alive? And why lure me here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania paused briefly before answering gently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was your meeting with Loenhaugter truly just coincidence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Loenhaugter—he’s Eru’s creation. Your guide, placed by her… or rather, a walking library of knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had long sensed Loenhaugter was extraordinary—but this truth far exceeded his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We call it Akasha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Akasha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He likely knows the locations of all the Holy Grail shards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania went on:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the very beginning, Eru foresaw all of this. She arranged for him to meet you and naturally pass you the shard locations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion felt dread coil in his gut—a fear before the vast secrets of the world and an inescapable fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How far had the Sovereign’s foresight stretched?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just how much of this had she already seen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In any case, here’s my proposal: help me extract him before Magoth fully corrupts Loenhaugter. I’ll assist you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really… you will?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Will you believe me then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion gave a reluctant nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you go that far, I’ll have no choice but to trust you—but why risk so much? Isn’t your life in danger?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania grinned savagely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love that thrill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. Forget I said that. It’s sweet you worry for a Goddess—but it’s not your concern. I’ll manage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mental worlds of Goddesses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether of the Round Table or Evil Gods—differed little in Sion’s eyes. They were all utterly mad. Was this simply the nature of Goddesses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Compared to them, our Goddess is practically normal.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, Sion asked about her plan:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How exactly will you help me escape?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania seized Sion’s arm in response. His unresisting limb was drawn toward her abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squelch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slurp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like plunging a hand into freshly slaughtered pork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came to his senses, his hand had indeed pierced through Tartania’s belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This feels weird… ngh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay still. You need to adjust.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panicked, Sion’s eyes flew wide. He strained to pull his arm free—but couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My intestines. You’ve seen them before, haven’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s memory stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The sky-darkening phenomenon in the Holy Kingdom…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. Even the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword lost consciousness in my gut—it’s that potent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania giggled, her voice dripping with seductive charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My intestines are another gateway outward. At the right moment, I’ll swallow you. All you need to do is safely reach Loenhaugter’s side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s brow slicked with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his fingertips, he could already feel her malevolence corroding his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Pull it out now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squelch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion withdrew his arm, slick with unidentifiable slime. From fingertips to forearm, his skin was stained with colors too grotesque to name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It healed slowly—but he never wanted to experience that again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania brushed off her backside and rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we go? Magoth’s waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1904,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","39b5bba7bd8096b2b64cc8e553328b9ef7c88d7e4d06af8276dd70f99eff9a0f","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-143","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-141",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]