[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war":3,"chapter-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-91":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Apostle of the Goddess of War",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},394449,657,"Chapter 91","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>Ch.91 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Executioner, Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Observer, Kaili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Objective: Expose the spy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first mission assigned to both Sion and Kaili together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, Kaili was hopping around as if she were playing an amusing game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to be in a particularly good mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother. Brother. Should I dress up a little more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could she possibly be expecting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had absolutely no talent for understanding the whims of his notoriously difficult younger sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. Since it’s a secret mission, wouldn’t it be better to look more ordinary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili grabbed the hem of the skirt Ruina had prepared for her, spun around in a circle, and tilted her head in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really— is that so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Kaili seriously ponder a casual remark he had made without much thought, Sion struggled to suppress the overwhelming urge to dote on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He desperately wanted to ruffle her hair, but if he did, he was certain he’d experience death firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all the effort she’d put into her appearance, there probably wouldn’t even be a body left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A helpful thought came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, Kaili wasn’t just going to the refugee zone as Sion’s younger sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was, in a sense, attending her first unofficial duty as a priestess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be good if she appeared modest yet dignified—at least enough so that people wouldn’t see Kaili merely as a cute little girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion took off his cloak and draped it over the girl’s shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the priestess of the War Cult, right? Wouldn’t wearing a black cloak be quite symbolic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili observed the cloak dragging along the floor, turning her body this way and that to examine it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion worried she might not like it and return it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there she stood, wearing the cloak imbued with the divine protection of the War Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are practical reasons too,” he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The future priestess smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I look cool? Me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The future apostle replied, smiling and giving her a thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not being sincere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he really get hit by that tiny little hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion quickly added more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You look like a princess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather be a queen, if possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dream big.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dreams should be big, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Kaili began humming a little tune to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, she was quite pleased with both his response and the cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion also felt secretly proud inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe I do have a bit of aesthetic sense after all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……Meanwhile, Ruina, who had been quietly observing them from a short distance away, silently shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are they playing house?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s going to trip over that dragging cloak and fall flat on her face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina wanted to intervene in various ways, but decided to leave them be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili soon took off the cloak anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She put back on the simple robe Ruina had prepared for her and explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re right, brother. We shouldn’t stand out too much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could distinguish between personal and official matters so clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An inscrutable younger sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being the youngest, she showed a maturity beyond her years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, sister, how do I look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili spun around in front of Ruina and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cute.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at you, soulless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you later! Thanks for fixing my hair, sister!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili walked out the door, swinging the twin braids Ruina had neatly tied for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she stepped forward, she took Sion’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was utterly whimsical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another day dawned at the refugee screening area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had applied for conversion and drawn a waiting number began their day full of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would get through the day safely and earn points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they accumulated a certain number of points without incident, they could officially enter Elim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the bare minimum screening system temporarily established by Bishop Gustein.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People who had come to Elim seeking salvation cleaned the inside of the tents themselves, swept the streets, and prayed to Achilles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prayer they had to memorize was surprisingly simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddess of War is with us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a natural part of daily life for followers of the War Cult, and the Cult’s rules were much looser compared to other Cults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“U-um, to the Goddess, Goddess of War…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, even this was torture for the Knights of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even easy for them to pretend to worship another Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Selana. Mom. Can you pat my back? I feel like I’m going to throw up… Urgh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arwen! Are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, n-n-nnn! Uuuuuugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen vomited while praying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t hold back the overwhelming nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching this, Antarius was amazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even reciting a prayer of another Cult triggered a physical rejection response—a testament to their highly developed faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their body and spirit had become one in devotion to Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were, in fact, the ideal model every true follower of Wisdom should aspire to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder someone has to be an apostle to reach that level.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uuuuuh. D-dad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, um… Dad. What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If your daughter’s vomiting, at least bring her some water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! I’m sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was such a striking sight that Antarius slapped his own cheek and immediately brought water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking water and calming down, Arwen spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddess must have warned me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She said not to recite even a fake prayer to the Goddess of War.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that what it was?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius asked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen nodded weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just her faith causing her body to react automatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goddess Menesia herself was angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a clear warning to heighten their alertness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refugee area was still disorganized enough to require separate management, and the Cult itself was still small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a trivial Cult, easy to overlook and dismiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a warning from the Goddess of Wisdom not to let their guard down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……Especially since Arwen had previously been a follower of the War Cult, she needed to be extra cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could she be worried that I might convert back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen pondered while wiping her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had her faith ever wavered?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had there ever been a crack in her mission to illuminate the world with the light of wisdom and truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. That’s impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had felt uneasy at times since returning to Elim, but her beliefs had never shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had resolved to treat everything here with cold rationality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sentimental attachments like that had been abandoned long ago when she left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen sharply raised her strained consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She armored her entire being with faith sharpened like an arrowhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The priestess will be secured. Lady Menesia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reaffirmed her determination once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then, her opportunity arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daughter, shall we go out now? We need to eat breakfast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wiping tears with her sleeve, Arwen stepped out of the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, a remarkable scene unfolded as people lined up waiting for rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were people who had risked their lives to travel long distances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a meager but warm soup and a single piece of bread was a blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, Elim received continuous food supplies from Foils, so the rations were quite generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The good word-of-mouth about Elim surely included Foils’ full support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m so hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grrrrr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen clutched her growling stomach and trudged to the end of the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had cried all night and again in the morning, and now her stomach was loudly demanding food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a hearty meal, she was ready to begin her serious exploration of Elim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, she would locate the priestess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she would analyze the movements of the guards and knights, and track the movements of Sion, the future apostle candidate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……There’s no variable to consider.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as her master wasn’t here, Arwen had no other unknowns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was confident she could accomplish this without any problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that was what she firmly believed—until it was her turn for rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like more soup?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen flinched. Why was she here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This person—isn’t this Sion!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was a knight, who should be training or patrolling right now, serving food here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Arwen stared blankly at Sion, as if she had just been rejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, yes, yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen quickly nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took the soup Sion offered and hurriedly moved to the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many pieces of bread would you like?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next station was for bread, but when Arwen saw the person handing it out, she jumped in shock again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This—this is the priestess!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was so shocked she wanted to strangle her own throat to prevent a scream from bursting out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike her usual self, she found it hard to maintain composure. Her heart was pounding wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her target was right in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could just drop her disguise, kidnap the priestess, and run away right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her judgment was clouded by the suddenness of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priestess and the future apostle suddenly appearing here to serve food? It was unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are they doing volunteer work? Do they have nothing better to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that couldn’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For any true believer, a whole day spent in prayer alone was barely enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no reason for such esteemed figures to come here and suffer by serving meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, not within Arwen’s frame of common sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a scene I’ve never seen before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never even imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a dangerous thought crossed her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if they had already detected the infiltration?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And had come here themselves as bait?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……I’m going crazy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt like she was about to lose her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply couldn’t gauge their intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a typical exploitation of a weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they had come here knowingly, it was an incredibly bold move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do they have confidence they can subdue us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen quickly scanned her surroundings. There were no people who looked like knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the presences around were ordinary civilians—except for one: the man known as Sion, the future apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Selana and Antarius should have noticed by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she gave the signal, they would immediately act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen would leap over the serving counter and secure the priestess, while the remaining two Knights of the Scales would restrain Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, they would stall for a suitable amount of time before escaping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mission complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Cult is completely defenseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their weaknesses are clearly exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Arwen was about to summon her combat awareness, a thought struck her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No— no, wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how she thought about it, this couldn’t be this easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the War Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone like Arwen, who had once served the Goddess of War, must not underestimate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She is a disciple of Garfenn. They can’t possibly be this careless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was still smiling, serving soup to Antarius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind that kind smile, who knew what kind of blade was hidden? It was suspicious to the point of being irritating. Impossible to read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was probably just a novice knight who had recently picked up a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘……Still, it’s better to be cautious.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the nausea she had felt this morning was a warning for this very moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It suddenly occurred to her that the Goddess of Wisdom wouldn’t get angry over a mere pretense prayer. That seemed a bit petty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Could she have been warning me about a trap?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no harm in being cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today wasn’t the only chance they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, an immediate response didn’t align with the Wisdom Cult’s style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wisdom Cult preferred certainty over speed, even if it meant moving slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen received her rations and returned to the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl who would become the priestess handed her two pieces of bread with a sullen expression when Arwen didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen took them, put them in her mouth, and returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short while later, Selana and Antarius entered the tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Arwen, ma’am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you see it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes. Let’s not show anything for now and eat first. We might be under surveillance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Selana, what about the perception-dampening magic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selana quickly pulled out a hand mirror to check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both she and Antarius appeared as different people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Arwen, with her silver hair, appeared to others as having ordinary brown hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were on their way back to the church after finishing the rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili seemed to be in a great mood, as if serving rations had been a fun activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was it fun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. Watching people is fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her definition of fun wasn’t exactly childish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After telling her she had worked hard, Sion asked with a serious expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Were there any interesting people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili nodded readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. Three of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The older sister who kept crying, and the two people right behind her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2151,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","d5126491da8c9c55a831b52eba8144b443c89bd2b4c8e6ce756bb21f89f03705","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-92","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-90",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]