[{"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-92":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},394450,657,"Chapter 92","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>Ch.92 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sat in the living room of the house where he stayed with his younger siblings, carefully examining documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside him was tea brewed by Ruina before she went to bed. It had gone completely cold by now, but it still felt good to soothe his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pallak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned the page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Personal information was written there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that much consisted of woefully insufficient details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Origin is somewhere in the East. Even farther than Deogel.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was certain that this area belonged to the jurisdiction of the Wisdom Cult. However, even there, religious refugees occasionally appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the chaotic cults began stretching their limbs, their numbers had been gradually increasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion scrutinized the names pointed out by Kaili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three individuals whom Kaili sensed as having unusually strong divine energy from the Goddess of Wisdom:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Marius\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Lelana\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Arne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A family of refugees, nothing particularly conspicuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering that the daughter of this family had hesitated during rations distribution today, they hadn’t caused any trouble. On the contrary, they actively followed Elim’s rules and lived diligently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Others’ evaluations of them are also good.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had arrived at Elim about a week ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now, they truly seemed like completely harmless people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Until now… So well-hidden, huh.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never did he expect they would actually infiltrate Elim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had considered the possibility, but the reality of it now made him slightly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion stared at the separate notes he had written on the paper—his own personal observations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Spy from the Wisdom Cult]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially beside Arne’s name, additional comments were added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Arne? Real name Arwen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Possibility of being an Apostle of the Wisdom Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Heard she has silver hair, but no. Could it be a wig?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Could also be magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Keeps sniffling, seems like a crybaby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The possibility is high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he observed her gait and presence, nothing seemed unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the steps of an ordinary, timid person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was still too early to let his guard down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Highly trained knights could even deceive others about their footsteps and breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She seemed incredibly stupid.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t answer questions properly, stammering and stuttering!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could even that be an act?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, someone who’s supposed to be an Apostle of Wisdom wouldn’t still be a crybaby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t Bishop Gustein saying he last saw her five years ago?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must have grown since then, now maintaining the dignity befit of an apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She’s not a child anymore.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until he understood more, he couldn’t make any definitive judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he couldn’t act rashly either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he attacked recklessly and subdued her, it would give them perfect grounds to raise an issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That might be exactly what they wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion tightly pressed his tired eyes and stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll approach her once more tomorrow.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Sion returned to the refugee area once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had already identified his target, there was no need to bring Kaili along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no risk involved, it was better for Sion to act alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, he planned to have a slightly longer conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be something to gain through dialogue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was lucky, he might spot an opening and exploit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was precisely why he was going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sought out the person in charge of managing the selection area—a man who had followed him from the mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pleasing to see him, like Anna, settling in and fulfilling his role well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t forgive those from the Wisdom Cult who would try to misuse this and do evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion stated his request:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to go to Elim Forest to gather herbs and wanted them to send one idle woman along—under the condition that he would teach her herb knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would also give the woman something useful to do in Elim, so it was a favorable arrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Since I’m appearing personally, they’ll definitely approach.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s appearance was both a crisis and an opportunity for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opportunity to observe the next Apostle of the War Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opportunity to secretly kill him in a forest where no one could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, someone approached with faint, lifeless footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the fence of the refugee selection area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“U-um, h-hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello. Were you sent by Mr. Forden?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion asked without revealing his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes. About herbs… you said you’d teach me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right. Seems you’re interested.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen cautiously nodded her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This timid, naive appearance didn’t feel like an act at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless she was naturally a coward and timid by nature, could she really display such detailed expressions and behaviors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confusion grew slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This is tough.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion led her forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, he started making conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A-arne.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arne. I’m Sion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No particular reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt an inexplicable sense of defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like trying to talk to an indifferent person of the opposite sex and being met with coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Sion felt like seeing Ruina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Even talking is hard. She’s a formidable opponent.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too early to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s keep trying to talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you ever been to Elim Forest before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right. You can’t leave the selection area. Must be frustrating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s… bearable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are there any inconveniences? We’re trying to hurry up the selection process as much as possible, but I’m still sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Haa…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was talking to a woman really this difficult?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a barrier he’d never experienced even when wielding a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An enormous, towering wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rising sharply before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And facing that wall, Sion silently screamed inside:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Say something!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless Sion said something, the only ‘noise’ between them was their footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even those were quiet—Sion, as a trained knight, made little sound, and Arne, the woman walking beside him, seemed to have such a light body or such a quiet personality that her very presence was almost imperceptible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sapak sapak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the two walked through Elim Forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was early winter, this place remained lush and green, like a different world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the blessing of the Goddess of Wildflowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was her domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Sion’s scheme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had previously asked Marquisin to amplify the influence of the Goddess of Wildflowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that she had entered this place, even if she were the Apostle of Wisdom, it would be difficult for her to fully exert her power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be no interference from the Goddess of Wisdom either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arne had walked into the lion’s den of her own accord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The environment had changed. Sion carefully observed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sapak, sapak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she only meekly answered his questions, showing no special reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sign of discomfort, no hint of sensing a change or resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s going on?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did she genuinely not know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of place this was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was even this an incredibly sophisticated act?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Can a person really act this well?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sion, upon entering another Goddess’s domain, would instinctively sense it, feel tension, or show some reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a natural phenomenon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The higher one’s spiritual cultivation, whether as a believer or warrior, the more sensitive they became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How on earth…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili couldn’t possibly be wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was definitely the Apostle of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he couldn’t find any opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she truly worthy of being called the Apostle of Wisdom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an easy opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never underestimated her, but her inner workings were harder to decipher than he had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s go somewhere more uncomfortable and probe her further.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any human would show some reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion deliberately led Arne toward a more isolated, uninhabited area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, he began pretending to pick herbs he didn’t actually know, acting as if he recognized them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he couldn’t tell whether they were herbs or weeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just making up plausible-sounding explanations on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But does this woman not know herbs either?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a preconception that the Wisdom Cult possessed vast knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had focused on that point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who actually knew herbs might have corrected him when he pulled what could have been a poisonous plant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll pick this one too. It’s good for the body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waah… Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Arne acted like someone repeating a memorized line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what he did or said, her response was always the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Like this, I won’t gain anything.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could already picture himself losing this psychological battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was clearly exerting all her strength not to reveal anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he had to strike hard enough to shatter her composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were squatting down, pulling up grass—whether weeds or poisonous plants, neither knew—when Sion suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arwen. What do you think of the Wisdom Cult?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked deliberately, using her real name correctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unexpected ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that very moment, Sion’s blue eyes fixed on her, not missing even the slightest movement of her pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swaaaaa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blew, as if signaling a sudden shift in atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her silver hair fluttered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“U-um…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen reacted, tucking her hair behind her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But my name is Arne…’sniffle’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she began to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what she said next was even more absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A-are you going to expel me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? No, no, why are you suddenly crying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waaaaaah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen began shedding tears, speaking through sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-you brought me here on purpose to use me as cheap labor. And you even got my name wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m sorry about that—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then, huuuuh, suddenly asking about the Wisdom Cult? Are you testing me because the War Cult won’t accept me? Trying to force me to go back? ‘sniffle’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cried so pitifully that Sion found it hard to say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had probed her to see her reaction, but the response was utterly bizarre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Women’s tears.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this the most devastating counterattack in the world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not known her true identity,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion might have hugged Arne right there and comforted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There seems to be some misunderstanding, Arne. There was no special meaning behind what I said.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arne shot him a sharp glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pretty, haughty face smeared with long strands of snot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He almost burst out laughing uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not held back, he might have died—not by the hand of the Apostle of Wisdom, but by that of an ordinary woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just heard you’re from the East. People from there usually believe in the Goddess of Wisdom, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khuuung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blew her nose once, then opened her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I used to as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of question is that? I came to Elim to convert, didn’t I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen wiped her tears and looked at Sion. Her pouting face looked genuinely offended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I feel bad for no reason.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was an act, it was certainly a success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s heart had softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t be shaken any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, that very conversation had only deepened his certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Silver hair. I definitely saw it, even if just for a moment.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By linking with the Goddess of Wildflowers, whatever had been concealing her identity had been temporarily undone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he called her Arwen, a brief flicker of disturbance arose from within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant, the wind imbued with the blessing of the Goddess of Wildflowers blew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For just a moment, he saw her true self—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver-haired girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s heart began to race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was now the time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment to draw his sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we head back now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sion did not draw his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spilling blood within another Goddess’s sacred territory was a grave offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they were allies, he must not cross that line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, it would look like he was using brute force to bully them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She hasn’t done anything yet.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by catching her in the act could he prevent the Wisdom Cult from using their authority to interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, yes. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether or not she knew Sion’s true intentions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen calmly brushed the dirt off her clothes and stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And until they left Elim Forest, nothing happened between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remained so composed that one might wonder if Arwen truly wasn’t Arne after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Arwen reached her tent, she exhaled the breath she had been forcibly holding in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had endured with superhuman willpower, knowing that showing any sign would be dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had overcome the spiritual harassment from the Goddess of Wildflowers through sheer human endurance alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she entered the forest, she had squeezed out every ounce of strength to suppress the rising nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen was nearly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying helplessly on the tent floor, eyes closed, she recalled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…He only picked poisonous plants. Was he planning to poison me? Or was he testing me on purpose?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When an unfamiliar wind blew through the forest, she saw her own reflection in Sion’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ve been… discovered…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2188,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","14a9aa70c2ed41006daf6808678cf631dd525a37a7197f0abc16633e2118cb46","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-93","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-91",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]