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It’s my duty as an Apostle.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania glanced at them, shrugged, and her lustrous golden-brown hair swayed slightly—her presence unnervingly vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’d be better if they stayed unconscious. If they wake and face us, their minds will shatter instantly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded plausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether she meant to frighten him or not, he couldn’t afford to gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There must be a way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you negotiating with me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Corruption watched him with amused curiosity, as if encountering such an opponent for the first time. She awaited his reply with evident delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Sion spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you truly want to help me, you’ll grant me that much cooperation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reframed negotiation as cooperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania liked his approach—it was persuasive without being forceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I’ll store them in my intestines. There might be side effects, but it’s better than letting Sister Magoth take them hostage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t they be corrupted inside your gut?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion asked with concern, his expression uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he now knew what the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword endured—and how much Garfenn suffered during that ordeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania’s offer no longer seemed entirely pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My power of corruption obeys my will. Don’t worry about that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was calm—clear and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dared him to refuse. In truth, Sion had no real choice. His momentary wariness couldn’t change that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone in the Evil God’s domain, he had to choose—even if reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he picked the lesser of two evils, that meant trusting Tartania.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. But if anything goes wrong—you know what happens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds like you’re saying you could kill me anytime you wanted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania snorted. Sion didn’t deny it—because he meant it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he simply stared at her in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, silence spoke louder than clumsy words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania’s eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re… serious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll do whatever it takes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting second, Tartania’s gaze turned icy—cold enough to freeze his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she relaxed, smiling again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I promise. Your friends will be safe. And I’ll get Loenhaugter out, one way or another.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t about trust—it was about gaining the upper hand in their wary dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She might’ve conceded for now, but not letting her control him was what mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania stepped before Sion’s companions. With a flourish of her skirt, she engulfed Set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please don’t stare at me oddly through the lens of human customs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion averted his eyes, scratching his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania, utterly unfazed by human notions of modesty, proceeded naturally. After swallowing Jien as well with her skirt, she stood before Sion once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a coquettish tilt of her head, she began walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. We’re late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion followed, mind sharpened to a razor’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to stay sane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closer they drew to that place—dubiously called a village—the harder it became to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is this?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an utterly ordinary landscape…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this really be where the Evil Gods dwelled?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Having trouble breathing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her white robes fluttered gently. Sion now noticed she was shorter than him—almost like a pretty village girl one might meet in the countryside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…A little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered calmly, expecting her to offer some relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania studied him, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You haven’t been granted Magoth’s permission yet—that’s why it’s hard. It’d be easier if you just accepted her magic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be betraying Lady Achille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania casually suggested corruption as if it were natural—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her wicked nature hadn’t vanished despite her supposed surrender. Perhaps it was simply her instinct: the compulsion to corrupt others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A loyal Apostle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she wasn’t forceful. Instead, she lightly tapped Sion’s forearm and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprisingly, he felt better—his breath eased, his headache faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania resumed walking, hands clasped behind her back, fluttering like a butterfly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion trailed after her—as if lured by a witch from a fairy tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked, he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I can’t sense Lady Achille’s presence at all. Is this space completely severed from hers?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even falling into another’s mental realm felt like this. Much more so in a domain where Evil Gods resided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural that Achille’s power couldn’t reach here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is Tartania truly helping me… or is this all to lower my guard?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any form of attack would be unsurprising. He had to consider every possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Assume the worst.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Tartania’s true goal was still to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planning under that assumption would let him avoid true catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And if all else fails… I’ll use that last resort.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With even his final contingency in mind, Sion kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he knew it, they’d reached the village’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To think I’d live long enough to see this—Achille, begging for help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess of Wisdom Menesia’s mocking tone made Achille fidget awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…The situation is dire. We must help each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her precious Apostle had vanished. If saving Sion required groveling, she’d do it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pride wouldn’t bring him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Menesia, you’re still being dishonest. That’s not your true intention, is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily, Goddess of Wildflowers, offered a cup of petal-brewed tea. The three goddesses sat together—a meeting unseen for centuries on the mortal plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Heavens gone, even their venue for divine council had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, they’d convened in the celestial realm; now, physical travel was necessary. The absence of the Heavenly Gates was sorely felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia took a measured breath before retorting:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emily, for someone hiding in War’s embrace, your words are insolent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still bristle like a rose with thorns, Menesia. Couldn’t you just say you’re glad to see me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily smiled, unyielding despite her weaker divine power—her eloquence so sharp, it was said her words carried poison like a wildflower’s beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Goddess of Wisdom found her irksome. Menesia clamped her mouth shut and turned to the more manageable Goddess of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So—why did you summon us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille, looking dejected, stammered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Apostle is gone. He was traveling to the western archipelago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gone? And you, a Goddess, couldn’t sense it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d merely been trapped in a mental realm, the crisis would’ve ended long ago. And Sion rarely lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet an unusually long time had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a faint trace of his presence remained. Even if he’d died, Achille should’ve sensed it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Goddesses grasped the gravity immediately. If they had suspicions, they needed to share them with Achille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wisdom and Wildflower stood with War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though still distant, both were ready to accept Achille as their Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Emily spoke first, refilling empty cups with floral tea:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s dimensional. He’s been moved elsewhere entirely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dimensional shift?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Nothing else fits. He must’ve entered a type of mental domain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia sipped her tea, eyes closed, then slowly nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he vanished suddenly, he must’ve been dragged somewhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Somewhere…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille trailed off, her own vague suspicion confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real challenge was pinpointing that ‘somewhere’—which was precisely why she’d summoned them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia, now effectively Achille’s strategist, gave a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Achille—you said he was heading toward the western archipelago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille answered like a drenched puppy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Emily, you’d know more about that region than us—you governed the westernmost lands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily inhaled the tea’s fragrance, then lapsed into her characteristic calm silence—the aesthetic of the unhurried Wildflower Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard rumors,” she finally said, her lips like willow leaves parting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I even caught a passing mention from Elder Sister Eru once. Ah… how I miss her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wiped away a tear. Many Goddesses remained mired in grief. Healing from such shock would take ages—by both human and goddess standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she silently mourned Eru, Emily continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s an anomaly in the western archipelago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An anomaly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More precisely… Dagonia lingers only in the western archipelago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille and Menesia exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dagonia…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Deep Sea?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War and Wisdom were speechless—this defied comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I sealed that creature myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille was especially baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d personally imprisoned Dagonia in the ocean depths during the Goddesses’ Civil War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That seal couldn’t possibly—Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia realized the same truth simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every recent ‘anomaly’ is clearly linked to Eru’s dissolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this had occurred in the distant western islands—once beyond the Heavens’ notice—it was no wonder they’d remained unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. As Eru weakened, a rift opened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Dagonia broke free…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille let out a hollow laugh. Of all the nuisances to resurface…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if it’s the Deep Sea’s power…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia’s deduction followed swiftly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He must’ve been drawn into Dagonia’s domain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The circumstantial evidence was overwhelming. Now they only needed proof—and pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confront the Goddess of the Deep Sea, Dagonia. Track Sion’s trail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go. Thank you both.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille shot to her feet—but Emily and Menesia held her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. We’ll help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could say, ‘I can manage alone,’ Achille recalled the very advice she’d given her Apostle:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Rely on others. You can’t do this alone.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She now understood—it applied to Goddesses just as much as mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll repay this debt someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three goddesses exchanged smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What in the world…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sat, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t normal. His entire body screamed that something was profoundly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A well-prepared meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm tea and milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossibly beautiful women bustling from the kitchen with dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Evil Gods are personally serving me food?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion scanned the scene with only his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his gaze locked with Tartania seated beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow, silently demanding an explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania simply smiled—wordlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Just enjoy it for now.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1647,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","29f1b63dada5eac26a1fce2a8c3aa9c54000afbbd76cf1b0f05419c1cf1775a8","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-144","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-142",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]