Apostle of the Goddess of War

Chapter 110

Ch.110 Apostle of the Goddess of War

Sion and Lagan were waiting in front of the Caldenz gate, engaged in conversation.  

While the Order of the Holy Sword members were thoroughly searching Lord Vincenzo’s castle, the only two who had fought and shed blood were taking a rest.  

“I couldn’t follow it with my eyes. How is that possible?”  

Through the fight between the two giants, Sion hadn’t gained as much as he had thought.  

There needed to be something visible to take in with the eyes and ponder over in the mind to comprehend…….  

‘I couldn’t see anything.’  

If he had gained anything at all, it was the realization of just how immense an existence an Apostle in a complete and mature state truly is.  

‘Sword Master. The realm beyond that.’  

It was the fact that they were existences closer to goddesses than to humans.  

“Well…….”  

Lagan shrugged his shoulders as he chose his words.  

Then he complained, “Owie, owie. It hurts like hell.”  

It wasn’t really an exaggeration. His shoulder had been deeply pierced, after all.  

“There’s no one in the Order of the Holy Sword who can keep up with me at full power, right? Is there? If there were, that guy would be the next Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword.”  

“Next……”  

Lagan said it playfully.  

“But it’s still a long way off before we select the next Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword. I’ll be active for at least another 10 years.”  

“You could easily manage 30 years, couldn’t you?”  

“You’re not giving me any room to be humble, you.”  

The two laughed.  

They were both completely battered and bruised, yet they found something incredibly amusing about it all.  

The Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword changed the subject.  

“This time, your contribution was enormous. It was beyond imagination. Who would have thought you’d manage to defeat and kill the Apostle of Blood.”  

“He was in a weakened state. He had just completed his physical transmutation.”  

That’s not it.  

—With that, Lagan sat up.  

“Wasn’t it your doing that put him in that state? That’s what I heard.”  

Sion didn’t deny his own contribution.  

Apart from humility, achievements should be properly acknowledged.  

The subjugation of the Apostle of Blood this time was entirely Sion’s contribution.  

Even without him saying it separately, the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword acknowledged this fact.  

“Well, it just happened to turn out that way.”  

“You’re probably the only monster in this world who can dismantle and analyze blood magic. It’s truly chilling.”  

Lagan’s squire interjected.  

“The Apostle of Blood was just a better match-up for you, wasn’t he?”  

“Match-up?”  

At Sion’s question, the squire explained. Lagan glared at the squire but let him continue. Currently, even speaking was a struggle for him.  

“The Apostle of Madness is just a martial artist type, but the Apostle of Blood uses magic, right? Our Commander hates mages more than anything.”  

“Ah.”  

This time, Lagan cut in.  

“If you’re a knight, you should just stick to swordsmanship. What’s with all this magic and whatnot. It’s tedious, tedious.”  

“Magic is troublesome, that’s true.”  

Sion readily agreed.  

Even in his opinion, a duel where you simply cross blades is a much more straightforward and heart-pounding way to fight.  

The squire said.  

“Among magic, blood magic is particularly annoying. Because of its bizarre powers of endless regeneration and blood absorption.”  

“But you easily countered it.”  

Lagan looked at Sion and gave a thumbs up.  

“You don’t know how happy I was. I was secretly delighted. That you killed that annoying mosquito bastard for me.”  

It was a comment that felt sincere.  

Just how annoying had it been?  

On the other hand, Sion could extremely relate.  

‘If I hadn’t understood blood magic…….’  

It would have been truly difficult to deal with.  

At our first meeting, I would have already had all my blood sucked dry, becoming part of the flesh and blood of the Apostle of Blood.  

When you think about it, the Apostle of Blood was really quite unlucky.  

Throughout the entire world, the entire continent, he had to run into his one and only natural predator.  

Even probability-wise, it was worse than getting struck by lightning while walking. The Apostle of Blood probably cursed the heavens in his dying moments, blaming Eru and Achille.  

“Anyway. This time, the Order of the Holy Sword is in your debt. From tracking the traces of the Blood Cultists in the damaged village, to pursuing and killing the Apostle of Blood. Damn, thinking about it again, it’s a lunatic level of activity!”  

Lagan suddenly expressed astonishment.  

Each and every one of Sion’s deeds was at a level that warranted shock.  

It was a task that would require several units of the Order of the Holy Sword to melt down considerable time and effort to accomplish. And even then, success couldn’t be guaranteed.  

Most would just fail at the tracking stage and that would be the end.  

“Practically speaking.”  

The squire added.  

“Sir Sion did it all. It was only possible because it was Sir Sion.”  

“Hmm. That’s right.”  

“I’m glad I could be of help. It’s thanks to the Goddess of War’s care.”  

Sion grinned.  

He was starting to grow impatient, wanting to make a request that would benefit Elim.  

Mentioning Achille subtly was also part of a thorough calculation.  

‘Slowly. Act like you have all the time in the world.’  

But he doesn’t rush.  

Right now is the timing where just going along appropriately will raise his favorability.  

Everything has its right moment.  

He must seize this opportunity well.  

There seemed to be hope that the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword would help erase the unfavorable image of the War Cult.  

“Hmm. Personally, I see it as the grace of Goddess Eru, but I shouldn’t get into a childish fight with you over something like this.”  

The squire nods, going “Hmm, hmm!”  

His pride in the Goddess of Light was evident.  

However, Sion was no less in this regard.  

When it came to topics related to goddesses, a battle of nerves ensued.  

Sion had gradually become a true War Cult believer.  

“I should repay you somehow. You solved the Order of the Holy Sword’s work for them.”  

Seeing his chance, Sion waved his hand.  

“Hey, why bother with such formalities over this. We are all believers of the same Goddess……”  

“Is that so?”  

Lagan laughed like a hyena.  

Oh no!  

This Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword is a high-level player.  

And he’s thick-skinned.  

Enough to readily gobble up the display of courtesy Sion had laid out!  

“Commander……”  

“Ah, I know. It’s a joke, of course!”  

Whew—  

If it weren’t for the squire’s intervention, he would have been thoroughly tricked right before his eyes.  

Sion realized once again.  

‘That was dangerous. I was almost gotten.’  

To deal with the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword, one needs to be as skilled in politics as in swordsmanship.  

Sion forced a smile. He almost instantly turned serious, forgetting he was in front of the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword.  

Lagan cleared his throat a couple of times and said.  

“First of all. What I can give you is, no matter what, political support. When the Cardinals of the Round Table act disagreeably, I’ll help. I’ll say that the War Cult and Sion are flawless and share the will of the Goddess of Light.”  

It was like gaining an army of a thousand soldiers and ten thousand horses.  

He had just witnessed the Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword’s strength firsthand. His power truly reached the heavens.  

With such a powerful figure backing them, no matter how stubborn the executives of the Round Table are, they wouldn’t be able to ignore it.  

“Well, even so. If the Apostle says a word, that’ll be the end of it. I don’t have that much power either. Don’t expect too much.”  

“Hey, even so, you should do your best for us.”  

Sion demanded, half-joking, half-serious.  

Lagan stared intently at Sion for a moment, then lifted the corner of his mouth.  

“Brat. You, ever think about joining the Order of the Holy Sword?”  

“Huh?”  

“Somehow, I think you should be the next Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword.”  

The squire was startled. Sion was no different.  

“I, I am from the War Cult, though?”  

“Don’t you know? The Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword is sometimes selected from other Cults. After all, if you believe in the Goddess, then everyone believes in Goddess Eru, it’s no different.”  

Eru exists above all goddesses.  

It was a simple yet logical truth.  

A story that cannot be refused or denied.  

“Hmm. It’s alright. I will become the Apostle of War.”  

Sion said decisively.  

He didn’t waver in the slightest.  

Even though his image of the Order of the Holy Sword had improved a bit, it was the same.  

“Is that so? What a pity.”  

“Commander, you have me!”  

The squire beside him made an appeal. Lagan dismissed the squire’s claim, saying he was a hundred years too early.  

“And then……”  

Lagan rested his chin on his hand.  

He seemed to be pondering something.  

It was regarding the reward to give Sion.  

“Well, no matter how much I think about it, there isn’t much I can give you. I don’t have much in terms of material possessions either.”  

Sion spread his hands and shook them.  

“No, it’s fine. Just helping us during the Round Table review is more than enough.”  

“Hmmm. No. My honor as Lagan won’t allow that.”  

Lagan suddenly snapped his fingers.  

“Right. This will be good!”  

“Huh?”  

“Once, maybe three times? I’m willing to sell my name. Mention me when problems arise. Then most problems will be solved. About four or five times…… I’ll let it slide.”  

Lagan gave a hearty smile.  

“Yowch!”  

Perhaps his laughter opened his wounds, as he hunched over. Blood seeped through the bandages that had been applied.  

“Aigo! Commander! Why do you overexert yourself again!”  

The squire hurriedly attended to him.  

Sion quietly thought to himself. His heart was swelling with emotion.  

‘I’ve obtained something tremendous.’  

Elim will grow further from now on.  

He will make it so.  

Every time that happens, the checks from other Cults will undoubtedly become extreme.  

This applies not only to the Evil God forces but also to Cults that view the War Cult’s growth unfavorably.  

‘In fact, the Goddesses of the Round Table, like the Wisdom Cult, will be even more wary.’  

He will face many, many difficult situations.  

Every time that happens.  

‘Three times……. No, I’ve gained a card that can let problems slide up to five times. It’s a tremendous achievement.’  

It was a reward more precious and valuable than any gold, silver, treasures, or special weapons.  

Sion secretly clenched his fist.  

He had grasped the stepping stone and shield for Elim to grow even further. It was likely the greatest gain from his trip to the Holy Kingdom.  

“Thank you. Commander of the Order of the Holy Sword.”  

Sion bowed his head while sitting.  

Lagan acted as if this incredible offer was nothing, complaining exaggeratedly as he raised his hand.  

Anyway, he was a man of refreshing character.  

He was likable, a rarity even among people from other Cults.  

The man himself had no sinister air about him.  

‘If everyone from every Cult was like this.’  

* * *  

The main force of the Order of the Holy Sword thoroughly ransacked Lord Vincenzo’s estate. They swept away every last speck of dust, securing all evidence of their crimes.  

Vincenzo was dead, but there was so much circumstantial evidence that an interrogation was unnecessary.  

In a way, it was a good death.  

If he had been taken to the Holy Kingdom and put on trial, a punishment so terrible awaited him that dying by Lagan’s hand would have been preferable.  

“It seems they made contact more recently than I thought.”  

Lagan muttered after finishing the report inside the carriage. Sion was sitting across from him.  

“It was probably after he lost to me and went into hiding.”  

“That must be it.”  

Lagan let out a long sigh.  

“The problem is that mad Apostle’s mention of a gathering.”  

“A meeting between the Apostles of the Evil God, right?”  

“Yes. I just don’t know where that place is.”  

Lagan pressed firmly on his throbbing skull.  

Even if they had captured Vincenzo or the Apostle of Madness, they wouldn’t have been able to find out anyway.  

The Curse of Prohibition was upon them, and a being of Apostle rank wouldn’t confess such a thing willingly.  

“Even if we knew, it’s a problem. No matter how strong I am, raiding a place where Apostles have gathered all by myself is difficult.”  

“That’s true.”  

Sion asked cautiously.  

“Shouldn’t we summon all the Apostles of the Round Table?”  

Lagan closed his eyes gently and leaned his head against the carriage wall.  

“They’ve probably already issued the summons. I sent a messenger with the story of what happened at the Count’s castle.”  

Sion was impressed. His way of handling affairs was exceptional.  

Fast, accurate, and with a perfectly established system.  

The War Cult should also become like this in the long term.  

“We should have done it sooner. Saying it probably won’t happen, it probably won’t happen. We just took it easy and ended up in this situation.”  

While he agreed with that statement, Sion couldn’t easily shake off a nagging doubt.  

‘Until it reached this point. They let things slide too much. To a strange degree. Really…….’  

Had the power of the Goddess of Light truly weakened that much?

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