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Tartania’s gut… was hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench, the texture, the oozing malice—unbearable by any standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My siblings?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to see Set and Jien soaked in inky fluid—but alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their forms were monstrous, yet their breaths steady. That was enough. Survival was everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uuugh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both groaned awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What about Loenhaugter?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion searched for him—their primary objective. Was he saved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry about Loenhaugter. He’s recovering inside me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania materialized beside him, voice lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes widened. “What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We escaped safely. This is near Elim. Couldn’t enter Elim itself—the barriers held.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled, unfazed by the chaos she’d survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion collapsed back, heart still racing. Fighting Mago felt unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are the Goddesses safe?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania nodded without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Achille is with them. They’ll be fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is my Goddess truly that strong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An amusing question to her. Even Apostles rarely grasped their Goddess’s full power—only Evil Gods who’d witnessed Achille’s wrath understood her terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s strong. Stronger than any Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s still weak now… but soon. Just as Eru foresaw, she’ll regain her strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania rose, wiping Sion’s grimy cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well? My purity is proven now, right? I got you out safely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Sorry for doubting you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sat up, exhausted. Below, Elim bustled under moonlight—flickering lights gathering like stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sight only the living could witness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pretty city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania gazed at the view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A city growing because of war—ironic, yet inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We never had a city of our own. Mago’s demons lacked this aesthetic sense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. They were ugly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only Eru could grant sensibility and artistry. Mago never found how.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sad, truly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania smoothly changed subject:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll keep Loenhaugter as collateral for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddesses don’t know of my betrayal yet. You’ll explain it well—or else…” She smiled. “I need my own insurance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion inwardly admired her cunning. Holding Loenhaugter let her straddle both sides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If things soured, returning him to Mago wouldn’t seem odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Goddess who’d layered corruption upon corruption—capable of being Evil God or Sovereign alike. Fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion chuckled weakly and nodded. He had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood. I’ll persuade them well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. As a token of goodwill, I’ll give you a gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A gift?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To impress you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania swallowed hard—then vomited up a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saliva dripped from its hilt as the blade fully emerged—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old, chipped, pitted with holes—yet radiating ancient, threatening beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This was for my Apostle. But I have none now… so I give it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Re… really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unprecedented. An Evil God gifting her Apostle’s weapon to an enemy commander?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Tartania…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s voice softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re truly sincere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! I’m always sincere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, ever the Apostle of War, couldn’t deny his growing hunger for blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Garfenn, he’d developed the urge to collect legendary swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of his master’s sword-filled mental realm, he accepted Tartania’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It corrupts everything it cuts. Even other blades aren’t safe—piercing magic and divine power alike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve entrusted you with everything now. You’re responsible for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion gave a strained smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with such sincerity, he couldn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I’ll wait nearby. You return to Elim. When Achille comes back, tell her about me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded. Tartania folded her pinky in a playful farewell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And vanished when he blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the human world—outside Mago’s domain—she couldn’t maintain form long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the core difference between Goddesses and mortals:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Goddesses struggle to appear visibly now.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proof the Age of Man had truly dawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those chosen by Goddesses would see or hear them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And someday, far in the future…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘People will doubt Goddesses even exist.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an era so long, disbelief would take equally long to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wake up, Set. Jien.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion slapped their cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both reeked of bile—but showed no sign of waking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No choice.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, stood fully, grabbed their legs, and dragged them. At least the stench was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll toss them in the river. Bathe myself too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…That’s how it happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion returned to Elim with Set and Jien. Achille hadn’t appeared yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worry lingered—but not deeply. He still felt their spiritual link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he’d tie up loose ends in Elim:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Share everything with Gustein, Ruina, and Kaili—those who led the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mago’s hidden world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania’s defection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth of Loenhaugter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein couldn’t stop laughing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in joy, but sheer disbelief. His mind had cracked under the scale of Sion’s Goddess-filled ordeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha… I need a drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gulped down a gifted spirit. Ruina shot him a look. Gustein muttered, then corked the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least you’re safe, Brother. Any injuries?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. The Goddesses protected me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking back, those moments were euphoric—Goddesses risking themselves for one mortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The highest honor a human could receive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Ruina grew serious:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we really trust the Evil God of Corruption?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She met all my demands. For now, she’s credible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. If you say so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddesses will judge her truthfulness anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina agreed. Further debate was pointless. The topic turned to Loenhaugter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He visited often… yet his true nature defies imagination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein, Kaili, and Ruina all shared that shock. No one expected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Mago likely knew his secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If things go well, this is huge. We’ll lead in the Holy Grail War.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. Even with all shards, without Loenhaugter, we’d only have half the power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He holds the core.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina crossed her arms, smiling. Sion mirrored her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This breakthrough lit the path in their desperate shard hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, convince the Goddesses—and secure Loenhaugter. Victory was within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to move faster, seize advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the four-way race against Evil Gods, the Empire, and the Demon Alliance, they needed ruthless focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You achieved the best outcome. Well done, Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina praised him—eyes full of respect and affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion blushed slightly, murmuring thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct praise still felt awkward—no matter how often it came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly listening, Kaili broke the brief silence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But… Sister. Shouldn’t we leave soon? We’ve been gone too long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina scratched her cheek. Sion looked at Kaili, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foils!” Ruina answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes widened. “Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Church of War branch opened in Foils. I’m overseeing it temporarily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah! Kaili, you’re coming too. The Maiden visits in days to bless the opening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili, who’d sat rigidly like an ice princess, finally relaxed—making a childlike pout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh… so annoying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina pulled Kaili closer, whining too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion watched them fondly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His siblings were giving their all in their own roles—bringing him quiet pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll escort you. Might as well see the consecration.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re busy. You just survived a crisis—rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein cut in:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. The War Knights now fully control regional security.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“War Knights… Right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had forgotten. He’d wrongly assumed the Church of War had no strength but himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll travel lavishly now, Sion. You’re an Apostle—no need to worry over such details.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feels oddly disappointing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a good thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gustein and Ruina shared a knowing smile—while Sion, still a field agent at heart, couldn’t fully grasp their joy at having ample manpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll leave tomorrow—after Set wakes. He complained he didn’t fight properly last time? I’ll scold him hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, the conditions gave him no chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion defended him—and it was simply true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ordeal clarified why Apostles and Knights existed separately:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their battlefields were entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, Set, and Jien now understood that divide clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—visitors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili spoke suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three looked at the young Maiden—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who sometimes gave eerily accurate warnings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her spiritual perception surpassed even Sion’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?” Sion asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili spread two fingers:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two. 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