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Isn’t that how it works in your world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I’ve heard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never actually served as an emissary in hostile territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this counted as his first such experience, then so be it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even this seemingly romantic principle was part of Goddessly culture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This encounter made Sion reassess the Goddesses entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille—the Goddess of War closest to him—was so approachable and human that he’d never grasped their true grandeur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How graciously we’ve treated you—fine food, warm hospitality. We’ve shown our respect. Now, consider carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no intention of surrendering. If that’s what you hoped for, your offer was meaningless, Lady Magoth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth chuckled lightly—amused that an Apostle of War would add the honorific ‘Lady.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My offer of surrender is… different in nature.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gazed toward the pond beyond the garden, where Goddesses splashed in tea-time play. Fresh laughter floated over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned back to Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a form of co-governance—a pact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A pact?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was certain now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Whatever their scheme, they clearly don’t desire all-out war.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He searched Magoth’s eyes for deception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep. Infinitely deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her black pupils held a depth surpassing even the abyss or the deep sea—like a single jewel containing the cosmos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eru—my foolish sister—chose dissolution. She meant to perish with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth gestured for Sion to sit beside her on a stone bench—adorned with intricate carvings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did the Evil Gods carve these themselves?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sat, facing the garden, where Goddesses played like children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth resumed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I don’t wish to vanish. And with Eru gone, my will to fight has greatly weakened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth stared into the empty air, eyes steeped in melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell. Sion waited, unsure how to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to hear more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to cleanse my dishonor and be accepted once more as a Goddess. In return, we’ll cease killing humans and rule as benevolent deities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a clump of rot had dropped onto a muddy floor—disgusting, yet demanding inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What did she just say?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if awaiting his reaction, Magoth added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wish to manifest the Heavens upon the mortal plane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Heavens?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Topple the human royalty and seat the Goddesses in their place. Wouldn’t humanity benefit from praying to real, living Goddesses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you’d promise peace in that scenario?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth closed her eyes, took a long breath, and confessed sincerely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It will be difficult. You and the other Goddesses may never accept it. But I speak without a shred of falsehood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sensed her power intensifying—realizing she was exercising immense restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sovereign who’d ruled for eons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d likely never humbled herself so before a mere mortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The fact that she’s even speaking to me shows sincerity.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her true intent remained uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This could be a sweet offer to lower his guard—then stab him in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Accept my proposal, and no more blood will be spilled. We only seek to reclaim our rightful place as Goddesses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s… problematic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such an important matter should be discussed with the Goddesses—not with me. I hold no authority to decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth shook her head calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. This proposal can only be made to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eru chose you. As the final means to erase us. Other Goddesses pose no threat to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second, Magoth’s obsidian irises flickered with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only you and Achille threaten me. You possess the power to kill me—though even I don’t know what that power is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you believe I hold such power—whatever the reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because Eru chose you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Light clearly commanded more trust from enemies than allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she was Eru.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she was the Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must have entrusted Sion with something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her foresight would be fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fate—unavoidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fascinating how these beings, who’d never met Sion, showed him deference born of ancient dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You call me a threat—why not kill me now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion challenged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You could. But that’s always an option—and a last resort. Killing you would be a declaration of war. Even if we won, the cost would be catastrophic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth gazed fondly at her sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re precious to me. I won’t lose any of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion looked at the Goddesses with conflicted eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he watched, the more alien they felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After inflicting such horrors on humanity—how could they laugh so innocently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he appear equally monstrous to them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrestled with the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He missed Achille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He longed for his master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak your truth. Give me your answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Honestly, I’m dizzy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only you hold the power to negotiate. The other Goddesses would never believe me—they’d charge in blindly to kill me, even knowing it’s folly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion bit his tongue at Magoth’s tempting words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Goddesses’ reign could be peacefully established on Earth…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be an ideal ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no guarantee it would unfold as promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Tartania’s offer is bothering me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Magoth’s proposal were genuine, Tartania’s defection would be unnecessary—they aligned too closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both claimed to reject war and seek coexistence—goals anyone would welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But if that were truly their wish…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d have proposed it long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eru, of all Goddesses, understood them best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she resorted to self-annihilation, true peace couldn’t be this simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Stay calm. Never yield easily.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion gritted his teeth. This could all be an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to anchor himself—to never lose sight of his own star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silently, he prayed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘May the Goddess of War be with me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She alone was his compass, his North Star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you need more time to consider?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. One more question.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is Sir Loenhaugter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Magoth’s aura shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shadows she’d restrained writhed like beasts about to break loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I followed his trail here. Discovering this pocket dimension made his presence a natural assumption.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s not a living being. He’s energy—a vessel of knowledge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard as much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tartania must’ve told you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A kind-hearted girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Magoth’s eyes turned icy as she continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s in my custody. Part of my preparations to manifest the Heavens on Earth. I’ll remake him into a Round Table—restoring the Heavens’ power. Think of him as a… replica.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A replica of the Round Table…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A being I never knew existed. Eru prepared him in secret. It sends chills down my spine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth clicked her tongue, praising the vanished Eru—even wondering if she was still being manipulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apostle of War, I wish to succeed Eru—to abandon bloodshed and build a new future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Then return Sir Loenhaugter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m extracting his knowledge—to gather the Holy Grail shards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And when that’s done… what of him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth answered casually:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only a shell will remain. He’ll exist eternally—in another form. Don’t project human emotions onto him. It’s meaningless. I cannot empathize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shot to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giggling, childlike Goddesses froze and turned to him in unison—as if they’d been listening all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t accept that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You cling to trivial sentiment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what makes us human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unnecessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion made his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I know for certain—you must never become the Sovereign Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can’t understand that ‘trivial sentiment,’ Magoth, you’ll always be an Evil God to humanity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her calm hair erupted like a demon’s mane. A shadow beneath her feet swelled, threatening to swallow the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apostle of War—do not cross this river. A storm of blood will rise. Humanity will witness darkness deeper than night—and none shall see light again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth excelled at threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This apocalypse will be summoned by your reckless choice—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shadow coiled around Sion, lifting him off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming might of a divine sovereign—irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One last chance. Cooperate. We begin anew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion met the Goddess of Darkness with eyes just as cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as darkness consumed him, the Apostle of War felt no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armored in faith, wielding a blade forged by prayer, he would not be mastered by shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s sword cleaved through the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, he put distance between himself and Magoth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like lightning, the moment stunned even her—her reaction delayed by surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did your weapon come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth hadn’t sensed his spatial storage—a divine domain gifted by the Goddess of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his master’s black sword had been confiscated upon entry, his twin blades—Yogeo and Mago—remained safely hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Yogeo, which had devoured ambient malice and digested it completely—its pulse now thunderous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s practically drooling for the Evil God’s blood. What a fearsome blade.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born of magic, yet hungry to consume more—even biting its own master. Never had Yogeo felt so reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, twin blades drawn, radiated murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Gods encircled him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked reckless—but it wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was the Apostle of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never fought battles he couldn’t win. His every move sought only victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that exact moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the sides of Sion and Magoth, space warped like shattering glass. A rift tore open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind and magic surged inward as three figures stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A radiance erupted from the fracture—dispersing even Magoth’s darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia, hand outstretched, unraveling the pocket dimension’s barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily, reinforcing another barrier to repel the Evil Gods’ power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment benevolent Goddesses descended upon the Evil Gods’ domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lady!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion cried out—joy lighting his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My child. Are you unharmed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of War spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her armor—forged from divine arms Sion had never seen—glowed with wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black eyes burned with fury, ready to incinerate all they touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Gods murmured in dread:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s… Achille.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“War has come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S-someone help me up…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The buried terror of ancient battles stirred their trauma—reawakening the nightmare of the Goddess of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1646,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","037812c4f7057c4e456e18bc68b9d4c6e4105882e6a471cbbc872d0bfbb263c3","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-146","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-144",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]