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The Wisdom Cult and War Cult were now in a de facto alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their previous clash had concluded without any injuries, so no ill will remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even minor grievances had been neatly settled with appropriate compensation—there was truly no lingering resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet knowing all this, Arwen still muttered to herself in fear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huuu… uuuugh… Is someone like me even allowed to be summoned here? Someone else should’ve come instead… sob.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen had come to Elim solely because of Menesia’s oracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right after sensing the Deep Sea entity and receiving Achille’s summons, Menesia had ordered Arwen to travel to Elim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time had come for the Apostle of Wisdom to act in earnest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s role would likely be to assist the Apostle of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before meeting Sion again, her eyes were already moist. Nearby War Knights sighed and gestured with their chins:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Sion is coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Y-yes…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen fidgeted, wringing her fingers and blushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d grown somewhat close—but was it right for her to act overly familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t brought the Libra Knight Brigade this time, so she lacked her usual confidence. She felt as exposed as if thrown naked into the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Of course, this anxiety existed only in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Arwen! Long time no see!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion rushed over, greeting her warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s ears perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘His voice sounds… brighter?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion strode toward her with clear delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen froze for an instant—then felt heat flood all the way to her ear tips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M-me too… I-I mean, l-long time no see, L-Lord S-Sion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, her mind screamed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Sh-should I call him ‘Lord’ or just ‘Sion’? Should I act friendly or formal? Did we actually get closer…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head spun with chaotic thoughts. Clenching her fists, she gave the most dignified nod she could muster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was her chance to show she, too, was an Apostle of a cult allied with his—a moment of dignity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-have you been well? I-I’ve been… um, okay… no, actually, pretty good…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even realize her words tumbled out in a rush. Her voice rose higher, eyes sparkling with nervous excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last—at last—a chance to leave a real impression on Sion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Glad you’re well! Oh, but sorry, Arwen—I’m in a hurry right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lightly raised a palm in a brief “hold on” gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained warm, yet he swept past like a determined wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just wait a moment, please. I’ll be right back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Huh? Y-yes?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion turned to a War Knight:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please escort her to the guest chamber.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Apostle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s lips trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes wide, she couldn’t utter a word—only watched Sion’s back recede in quick strides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! No, wait! I also have something to say… an important matter…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice dissolved into empty air, drowned out by his departing footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Arwen’s mind went utterly blank. She let her arms hang limply and muttered weakly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eh…? Eeeeeeeh…?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dream of a glowing reunion had burst like a soap bubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her carefully rehearsed plan to act ‘friendly’ exploded mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained were the awkward stares of nearby War Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…She’s gonna cry again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her eyes are already glistening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, Arwen trembled, rubbing her eyes fiercely with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-where’s… the g-guest chamber…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted nothing more than to vanish into a mousehole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Church of War Sanctum, Elim\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As blue light seeped onto the massive circular altar, the sacred hall fell into profound silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion knelt. The cold stone beneath his fingertips felt heavier than usual today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, steadied his breath, placed his sword before him, and bowed low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sword of the Goddess of War rests here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, holy radiance pierced the ceiling, flooding the center of the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice of majestic resonance pierced his ears like a gong:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Rise, my Apostle.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The presence of Achille, Goddess of War—forged from steel, dense and unyielding—filled the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lifted his head to behold her luminous form. She looked worn—no doubt from the recent battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to Sion, the Goddess of War was most glorious and beautiful right after combat. Enchanted, he praised her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, my Lady—for braving danger to save me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest tightened with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille summoned her throne, sat, and shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[No, my child. It was my failure to protect you—to let you face such peril. I am truly sorry.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She removed her ornate yet austere helmet. Sweat-damp strands clung to her cheeks—even this was sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, for the first time, the title ‘Goddess of War’ truly resonated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘A Goddess who sweats… so cool.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lowered his head further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was my fault too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Do not say that. None of this was your doing.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion fell silent. To argue further would be disrespectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the Evil God of Darkness… safe for now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[For now, yes. We overturned their stronghold. They’ll struggle to act for a while—recovering will take time. They never expected our assault, so their losses were severe.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Though it won’t work a second time,’ Achille added inwardly, grimacing as if suppressing pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion bit his lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they’d inflicted heavy casualties despite her injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder they called her the Goddess of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Sion exhaled in relief—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Still… you endured well. Surviving in Mago’s lair is no small feat.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fragrant floral scent suddenly filled the sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petals swirled like phantoms—and Goddess Emily of Wildflowers appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Emily…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was like a mother’s embrace. Sion instinctively bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion’s courage led us all. You may well be proud.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily’s warm praise seeped into Sion’s parched heart like gentle rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—a sharp, icy resonance cut through the air like transparent glass:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Still, it was far too reckless. Extracting Loenhaugter was wise, but you should’ve informed us immediately to craft a safer plan.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third light—Goddess Menesia of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even she had descended upon Elim. What day was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion felt a chill crawl down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Goddesses in the mortal realm—outside Mago’s domain—felt profoundly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Mago’s world, even Goddesses felt strangely near. Here, they were utterly transcendent—untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An impassable wall seemed to separate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I apologize. I acted foolishly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Sion’s apology, Menesia softened instantly into a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It was risky—but a worthy attempt. Your courage and wisdom were both excellent. And everyone is safe, so all is well.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, overwhelmed, could only bow deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To receive praise from three Goddesses at once—this was more than familial honor; it was a blessing to his very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily’s silver eyes pierced through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yet… I sense a faint, sour malice beyond my barrier. And no trace of Loenhaugter. What has happened, Sion?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was like dew-kissed grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lifted his head, as if expecting this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s exactly what I came to report.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille gave a subtle nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Speak, my Apostle.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh from battle, her charisma was overwhelming—radiating the full dignity of a War Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her divine pressure alone commanded awe. Even Emily and Menesia instinctively stood to her sides like loyal retainers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, as her Apostle, felt reverence beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, my apologies. The situation was urgent—I acted on my judgment and will now report.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I trust my Apostle’s judgment completely. There must have been a good reason. Speak freely.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of War’s magnanimity put Sion at ease. He began:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The sour malice beyond Lady Emily’s barrier belongs to the Evil God of Corruption.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hmph…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille listened silently. Emily and Menesia visibly startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Tartania? That wretched being—why is she here?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia was the most openly hostile. (Not that she held affection for any other Goddess.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion, explain carefully. Tartania’s power is antithetical to my barriers—it’s dangerous. There must be a reason?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded reassuringly at Emily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Evil God of Corruption expressed her intent to defect—to surrender to the Goddess of War.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What?!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s jaw dropped. The other Goddesses were speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that shocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She cautiously requested dialogue—and protected Set and Jien during it. And yes… I escaped safely only because she helped me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille exchanged glances with the other two. Even Goddesses with eons of experience seemed flustered—this was unprecedented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Loenhaugter is also stored within Tartania’s intestines—a kind of safeguard, I suppose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[She’s taken him hostage?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion quickly added, before misunderstanding deepened:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I believe she’s trustworthy. Truly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his words, distrust swelled among the three Goddesses—spreading like wildfire across dry plains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s expression darkened. Menesia closed her eyes, muttering under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Emily continued speaking with Sion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion… she’s still an Evil God. She could be using you to infiltrate Elim.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mago said something similar—offering a peace pact, asking to be treated as an equal Goddess and to rule humanity together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We’ll consider Mago’s words as if we never heard them.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Emily gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chasm between Goddesses and Evil Gods seemed unbridgeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What should I do?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion could be wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—he couldn’t possibly understand enemies who’d waged war across countless ages better than the Goddesses themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But I must get them to the negotiating table.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear chance to end this war was needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion believed now was the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strategy to collapse the Evil Gods from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion slammed his forehead hard against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I beg you—on my life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please—show mercy! Just speak with her! This could be the very spark that ends this war!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three Goddesses locked eyes once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1663,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","ef586aa47c3d05373bfab853caf4f1163ec310ce6134cd63eb5cc75a4129ede2","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-149","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-147",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]