Apostle of the Goddess of War

Chapter 6

Ch.6 Apostle of the Goddess of War

The pretty Rebecca asked. Curiosity bloomed on her face like flowers in a garden.  

“So you’re the Goddess of War’s apostle?”  

“I’m just a disciple.”  

“Then doesn’t that mean you will become an apostle someday?”  

“I’m not sure, but I’ll do my best.”  

“That’s so cool.”  

Rebecca exchanged a few more trivial words with him. Mostly, she asked about Sion’s experiences, and he answered.  

Being a noble lady, she seemed curious about life outside.  

“Sion, the Goddess’s apostles help the weak, right?”  

Sion recalled the doctrine he had memorized earlier and spoke impressively.  

“The moment to draw the sword as an apostle is when the weak must be protected.”  

“Oh my. That’s amazing!”  

Rebecca was genuinely moved by his words, her brow furrowing slightly.  

Then, as if making up her mind, she suddenly revealed her true intentions.  

“……Hey, Sion. Actually, there’s something I want to ask of you.”  

“A request?”  

Sion thought, ‘Here it comes.’

But what followed was even more shocking than he had anticipated.  

“Please save me.”  

“……What?”  

“My life is in danger.”  

Rebecca spoke with a trembling voice. Sion was momentarily speechless at her unexpected words.  

“What do you mean all of a sudden?”  

“My father is trying to kill me. He wants to offer my heart to a guest visiting the mansion.”  

Sion swallowed hard.  

“Is that true?”  

“I once secretly saw letters exchanged between him and someone else. My life is at stake. The only one who can save me now is the Goddess of War’s apostle……”  

Rebecca’s expression hardened abruptly as she finished.  

“—That’s what I was told to say. By my father.”  

Sion fell silent, quickly thinking.  

For a moment, he felt dizzy.  

‘Wait. Did she just admit it’s a trap? How is she so natural about it?’  

Sion bit the inside of his cheek to snap himself back to focus.  

He couldn’t decide how much of Rebecca’s words to believe. He was still just an inexperienced boy.  

Rebecca took Sion’s hand, her eyes reddening.  

“Someone’s watching. Don’t panic and act normal. I’ll pretend to be desperate.”  

“What should I do?”  

“……Even if you know it’s a trap, you have to come, right?”  

“I see.”  

Rebecca pleaded in a slightly shaky voice.  

“Tonight. That man is already here…… Please protect me from my father.”  

“Understood.”  

“My room is at the end of the third floor of the mansion. The light is always on.”  

Though confused, Sion put on a calm expression to reassure her.  

“I’ll remember.”  

“……Please help me, Sion. You’re the only one.”  

With one last plea, Rebecca wiped her tears and left.  

After sitting on the bench for a while to collect his thoughts, Sion returned to the annex.  

Back inside, Sion immediately sought out Garfenn.  

He wanted to consult his master about Rebecca’s story.  

“Where’s Master?”  

“He hasn’t returned yet.”  

Ruina shook her head and handed Sion the remaining cookies.  

“I see.”  

“Brother Sion. Who was that girl earlier?”  

“Huh? Oh, the lord’s daughter. Rebecca.”  

“Hmm. She’s pretty. So pale too.”  

“Well, she was raised delicately.”  

Ruina snatched back one of the three remaining cookies and ate it.  

When Sion widened his eyes, Ruina replied bluntly.  

“Come to think of it, I haven’t had a bite yet.”  

***  

Garfenn didn’t return until evening. He had gone to collect the bounty on a wanted thief’s head and brought back the reward.  

Sion told him Rebecca’s story before Garfenn could even take off his coat.  

“What should we do?”  

Garfenn narrowed his eyes and said,  

“……Her father told her to say that? The lord’s daughter said it herself?”  

“Yes. It didn’t seem like a lie.”  

“Confusing. Is even that part an act?”  

Garfenn was slightly taken aback.  

He had expected them to approach Sion, but not through the lord’s daughter.  

[To me, the baron’s daughter seems genuinely in danger.]  

‘Is that how the Goddess sees it?’  

[Indeed. What do you think about entrusting this to Sion?]  

‘It shouldn’t be too dangerous yet, right? That pale guy…’  

The Goddess rarely reversed her decisions.  

[Guide him as you see fit.]  

‘A disciple must be raised strong.’  

[As expected of my great warrior. We understand each other well.]  

‘You speak the obvious.’  

Garfenn relayed the Goddess’s decision.  

“Sion.”  

“Yes, Master.”  

“I’m giving you a mission.”  

“Please speak.”  

Garfenn declared with a serious face.  

“Uncover the secrets tied to the Flandre family.”  

“Huh? What do you mean—”  

“You will become the Goddess’s blade.”  

Sion felt a twinge of fear.  

The weight of such a heavy responsibility.  

“Am I really fit for such an important task? I’m still……”  

“Still, what?”  

“It’s nothing.”  

Garfenn cleared his throat and asked,  

“So, I took in a nobody?”  

“Huh?”  

“Are you saying the Goddess chose a nobody?”  

“Uh, no.”  

Sion denied it.  

But soon, he voiced his deep concern.  

“But what if I make a mistake?”  

“You are the Goddess’s representative. Are you saying the Goddess makes mistakes?”  

Sion shook his head vigorously like a child.  

“I didn’t say that.”  

“Then believe in yourself and act from now on.”  

“Huh?”  

“Judge as you see fit and wield your sword. I leave it all to you.”  

Garfenn began removing his armor and coat.  

“I’m going to wash up. The stench is overwhelming.”  

“……Is it a trap?”  

Garfenn paused while unbuckling his belt and raised an eyebrow.  

“A woman asked for help. Shouldn’t we uphold chivalry? Even if it’s a trap. Nothing changes. We’ll go and cut off their heads anyway.”  

“Is foolishness what chivalry is?”  

Garfenn shrugged.  

“Chivalry isn’t strictly defined. It’s the righteous heart manifesting in action.”  

“Do you even know what it is, Master?”  

“What?”  

“Just kidding. I’ll be back.”  

Sion began arming himself. Ruina helped him.  

[You got hit hard there, my great warrior.]  

‘What an absurd kid. How long has it been since we met, and he’s already trying to outwit his master…’  

[This Goddess hasn’t laughed like this in a long time. Sion is so amusing.]  

‘If the Goddess is pleased, then I am satisfied.’  

[Great warrior, rest. I will stay by Sion’s side.]  

The Goddess disappeared with a laugh.  

Garfenn advised Sion as he oiled his sword.  

“Sion. Be careful of that pale man we saw earlier. He’s not human.”  

“Huh?”  

“A Demon. One wearing a human mask. You’re not ready to face demons yet.”  

“Are demons strong?”  

Sion showed curiosity at the mention of demons. He had heard of them in passing but didn’t know much.  

“Well, they’ll be long-time enemies you’ll face from now on.”  

Garfenn scratched his head roughly and muttered.  

“Demons are a race said to have been created by the Evil God in ancient times. Though weakened after the Evil God’s sealing, they’re still vile creatures threatening the human world.”  

After a moment of thought, Sion asked sharply.  

“If I slay demons, it’ll help the Goddess, right?”  

Garfenn smirked with one corner of his mouth.  

“Sharp. Those saved by the Goddess pray, becoming devotees. The number of devotees directly strengthens the Goddess.”  

“Understood.”  

Sion stored his duties as an apostle in his mind.  

As the Goddess’s great warrior, it seemed his role was to uphold justice and protect the weak.  

“I’ll be back. Take care of the kids.”  

***  

‘Strange, I’ve been feeling energized since earlier.’  

As Sion headed toward Rebecca’s room, he felt his fatigue wash away. A warm energy coursed through him.  

‘Is it just my imagination?’  

It wasn’t.  

The Goddess of War, Achille had attached herself to Sion, filling him with vitality like never before.  

[He still can’t hear my voice.]  

The Goddess of War, Achille clicked her tongue in disappointment.  

Only when true, unwavering faith took root would Sion hear her voice.  

Even high-ranking priests rarely heard the Goddess’s voice.  

Only the chosen could hear her noble words directly.  

[There’s still a long way to go. But watching him grow will be rewarding.]  

The Goddess looked forward to the day Sion would hear her voice.  

If Sion fully believed in the Goddess of War and received her blessings, his potential was immeasurable.  

[He’ll become the ultimate sword I’ve longed for. And then…]  

Imagining the future she desired, the Goddess quietly observed his journey.  

Sion stood where he could see the mansion’s end room.  

‘Do I have to climb the wall?’  

Entering through the main gate and walking to the lady’s room would be too suspicious. He’d have to let them execute him without resistance.  

Every possible scenario played out vividly in Sion’s mind. No matter how things unfolded, it looked difficult.  

‘What if I climb the wall secretly, only to find soldiers guarding her?’  

Assuming Rebecca had set a trap, Sion prepared for the worst. It was easier to plan when expecting the worst.  

‘Going even when you know it’s a trap is chivalry, huh…’  

Sion smiled bitterly.  

‘So foolish.’  

After tying his sword to his back, Sion began wedging his hands and feet into the wall’s crevices.  

He had never climbed a rock face before, but with his overflowing energy, it seemed possible.  

‘But it’s cool.’  

Sion made up his mind.  

If it was for justice, he’d gladly embrace foolish chivalry.  

Step by step, Sion climbed the wall.  

Thanks to the Goddess’s blessing, he didn’t slip.  

In no time, he reached the third-floor window.  

The window was wide open.  

‘Gone……?’  

The spacious noble lady’s room was empty.  

Rebecca, who should have been lying on the bed, was nowhere to be seen.  

‘Already?’  

Sion’s senses picked up on a certain room.  

He felt presences there.  

The parlor he had visited earlier.  

Remembering the way, Sion rushed toward it.  

If Rebecca was truly in danger, he’d be consumed by guilt.  

The hallway was eerily empty, as if deliberately cleared.  

‘A lure?’  

Even knowing it might be, he couldn’t turn back. Now he understood his master’s words—chivalry was action born from the heart.  

‘When there’s someone to save, you can’t help but move.’  

Sion opened the parlor door.  

‘The stench of blood.’  

The metallic scent greeted him.  

Armed guards surrounded the room, and in the center lay Rebecca.  

Beside her stood Baron Flandre, his mouth smeared with blood.  

The Baron spoke.  

“Well. Garfenn didn’t come? I told him to, but instead, you showed up.”  

“Master is busy.”  

“How did that bitch Rebecca deliver the message?”  

The Baron cursed at his unconscious daughter. Sion’s eyebrow twitched at the sight.  

“What did Rebecca do?”  

“She’s a sacrifice for the blood ritual. She’ll die in her sleep. A gift of eternal life to her father.”  

“She’s not dead yet, right?”  

The Baron chuckled.  

“Want to save her?”  

“Yes.”  

“A powerless disciple like you?”  

“Do you know me? You won’t know my strength until we fight.”  

“Arrogant brat. I disliked you from the start. A lowborn who dares to look me in the eye. Huh? You need to be taught a lesson.”  

The Baron smiled coldly. At his signal, armed soldiers drew their swords, surrounding Sion.  

Shiiiing—!  

With the cold ring of metal, Sion drew his blade. His eyes darted rapidly, counting the enemies.  

Five.  

With a flick of his wrist, Sion swung his sword, finishing his calculations in his mind.  

‘Ten seconds is enough. I can’t keep Rebecca waiting.’

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