Ch.24 Apostle of the Goddess of War
Older villagers believed in the existence of the mine monster.
Some had actually seen it, and others had fled to remote mountain villages to escape it.
Its very existence was a disaster, and only a knight from a religious order could stop it.
Therefore, the strongest weapon humanity possessed was the knight.
But in a village where people spent their entire lives in mining, this fact was unknown, so the presence of someone like Sion didnât resonate with them.
They didnât understand the destructive power held by one who was a knight of the goddess.
Only Tier, who had some exposure to the outside world, desperately tried to prove Sionâs worth.
âYes! In Foils, rumors are already widespread. Sir Sion is stronger than the knights of the Church of Light!â
âThe Church of Light? Isnât that the biggest church?â
âStronger than the knights of the Mains Deityâs order?â
At the claim that he was stronger than the Order of the Holy Sword, the villagers finally reacted.
So, it seemed, one had to be famous first to be taken seriously.
Only after hearing he was stronger than the Order of the Holy Sword did the villagers begin to truly grasp his significance.
Peopleâs gazes turned toward Sion.
Sion awkwardly smiled at the unexpected praise.
âS-Stronger than the Church of Light?â
âIs that even possible?â
âYouâre saying this little brat is stronger than the knights of the Holy Kingdom? Tier!â
âDonât you get it even after seeing it just now? Those measly bandits arenât even comparable!â
âWatch your mouth! Someone might be listening!â
A few villagers scolded Tier as if he had uttered blasphemy.
Even the claim of being stronger than the Order of the Holy Sword couldnât completely erase their fear of the bandits.
âMy younger sister was taken! I donât even know if sheâs alive! Isnât that right? Mr. Lumen? Your daughter was kidnapped too! And you, Aunt Rea, you just stood there and watched your sister get taken!â
Tier pounded his chest as he pleaded.
Once opened, his mouth continued spewing anger without pause.
âHow long will you keep trembling in fear? How long will you keep losing your family? Arenât you angry at all?â
âWho isnât angry?â
âWe just donât have the strength to fight back⊠We have to survive, donât we?â
âThey said if we stay quiet, theyâll return them. Itâs best not to cause a commotion.â
âYou actually believe a promise made by bandits?â
âWe canât help it! Are we supposed to all just die? Whatâs the point of dying pointlessly?â
âHaaâŠ!â
Tier felt as frustrated as if a thorn were lodged in his throat.
Sion empathized with his feelings.
But at the same time, he fully understood the villagersâ perspective.
âWithout strength, itâs natural for them to act this way. They canât believe. They donât have the mental strength left to believe.â
It would take a long time and peace to restore minds that had been subdued by relentless violence and terror.
The people here were utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically.
Sion grabbed Tierâs shoulder and shook his head.
âTier. Stop. Theyâre not listening to us right now.â
âWhat? Butââ
âWe have to show them through action. Once we solve the problem, the villagers will understand. Please guide us to where the leader is. You know, right?â
âI-I know the mountain paths, butâŠâ
The village chief interrupted Tier, warning him in a concerned voice.
âAre you really planning to go alone? Right now, there must be at least thirty of them.â
âI canât run away just because the battlefield is unfavorable.â
Sion answered calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Indeed, this was the path an apostle of the Goddess of War was meant to walk.
âI clearly⊠warned you.â
The village chief had issued his warning, but Sion remained unmoved.
âMy Goddess will protect me. Donât be afraid.â
Reading Sionâs determination, the village chief nodded as if making his own resolve.
âTier. Guide him to the left path from Fist Rock. That way leads to the back trail of the mine.â
ââŠYes, Chief.â
âTheyâve just sent someone out, so theyâll let their guard down until sunrise. This is all the help I can offer, Sir Knight. If you donât return within half a day, weâll evacuate the village. That means youâve failed, and weâll have to find our own way to survive.â
Sion nodded.
Simply not blocking their path was already a great help.
âIâll be back before then.â
âPlease, return safely.â
âThere will be no more suffering for you in the future.â
ââŠâ
The village chief turned away, and the knight climbed the mountain without a farewell.
***
Climbing a little higher and looking back, Sion saw the villagers beginning preparations to leave the mountain valley.
Just as the chief had said. If things went wrong, they feared retaliation and were trying to escape early.
Even though their family members had been kidnapped, they were powerless.
âThose who can survive must survive.â
As Sion felt sorrow for the villagersâ plightâ
âUghâ Iâm so frustrated I could die! Iâm a coward myself, but I just donât understand why everyone in the village has become such a bunch of cowards!â
Tier vented his frustration by taking out his anger on a tree with his axe.
Sion watched him and chuckled.
âLower your voice, Tier. The bandits patrolling around might hear you.â
âAh, yes. Sorry, sirâŠâ
Tier lowered only his voice but remained furious.
âNo! No matter how scared you are, how can they just sit there doing nothing when their daughters, sisters, and siblings are being taken?â
ââŠThatâs because youâre a brave man, Tier.â
âWhat?â
Tier raised only one eyebrow.
He genuinely didnât understand what Sion meant.
âYouâre a courageous man.â
âWhat are you even talking aboutâŠâ
Sion smiled and explained.
âActing when in crisis, speaking your mind in front of many peopleâitâs not easy, is it? I couldnât do it myself.â
In fact, thanks to Tierâs courageous actions, Sion had arrived here.
And so today, one unknown woman had been saved.
Though no villager acknowledged Sionâs efforts or expressed gratitude, Sion felt satisfied.
Tier was grateful.
And Goddess Achille surely knew.
âYouâre a special person, Tier. So thereâs no need to be angry. Special people become heroes. Weâll solve the problem, thatâs all.â
When that time came, people would understand without needing to be told.
Good deeds arenât done for recognition.
[You are noble on your own, without needing to be taught, my child.]
The Goddess smiled contentedly.
She didnât regret bestowing divine power upon Sionâs heart.
âThank you for standing up for me earlier, Tier. I thought you were a coward, but I apologize. Iâm sorry.â
Sion said sincerely.
But his words, spoken without much thought, struck Tierâs chest like bolts from a crossbow.
âA heroâŠ? Me?â
âYes.â
He had never once thought about it in his entire life.
That he could be someone special.
âBut everyone in the village hates me.â
In fact, Tier had spent his whole life being disliked. This fact had always made the young woodsman feel inferior.
âI did see someone like that. Was there a reason?â
âMy parents died. I had to rely on neighbors for food, so they found me annoying. They treated me like a freeloader.â
Whoosh, whoosh!
Tier swung his axe at young grass sprouting nearby, pouting his lips.
His parents had died shortly after his younger sister was born. To save her, he had no pride or dignity left.
Tierâs life was like his chipped axe.
Who could possibly hate such a person?
âŠAt least Sion didnât.
âBut in my eyes, Tier, youâre a good person. Youâre special enough. Believe in yourself.â
âSirâŠâ
âYou have the courage I could never possess.â
âHehâ To receive such praise from a knight of the ChurchâŠ!â
Tier opened his mouth wide, his prominent front teeth clearly visible.
It was the first time in his life he had ever been acknowledged.
And by a noble knight. Was this a dream?
âHehehe⊠No, sir. Youâre the special one. I believe in your swordsmanship. Letâs go defeat those bandits!â
âYes.â
Though a peer in age, Sion was someone worthy of respect.
Tier wanted to keep following him and learn from his attitude and values.
âIf possible, his swordsmanship too.â
Sion pointed forward with his finger.
âIs that Fist Rock? It really does look like a fist.â
âYou have a sharp eye. Hehe.â
For some reason, Sion found Tierâs goofy grin unpleasant. It felt like he had suddenly become someone else.
âLetâs hurry.â
Sion turned onto the left path, almost as if avoiding Tier.
***
Tier stuck close to Sion.
He wanted to say something.
But nothing came to mind.
They had almost no common ground, and the gap in their social status was vast.
In fact, it wasnât normal for them to walk together so casually.
Sion was exceptionally tolerant.
âWhy is he acting like this? Always.â
Sion felt slightly burdened, but the goddess found the situation amusing.
She had never seen Sion so flustered before.
Finally, Tier found something to say.
âBy the way, sir⊠You must feel offended, but are you really alright?â
âOffended? Why?â
âWell⊠Youâre a high-ranking person⊠And the village didnât welcome you properly, in fact, they distrusted you.â
Sion sighed and stepped onto an uphill rock.
Indeed, that was an unpleasant fact.
Sion himself didnât care about being disrespected, but the Church of War being disrespected was far from pleasant.
âIt must be because my skill is lacking, or perhaps the reputation of my church is insufficient.â
âThatâs notââ
Sion smiled bitterly.
It was a problem he couldnât solve immediately.
Changing the general perception of the Church of War was as difficult as plucking stars from the sky.
âItâs not the villagersâ fault. After all, even you didnât know about the Church of War, did you?â
âW-Well, yes.â
âSo should I cut off their heads just because Iâm offended?â
âKyaa!â
Tier touched his neck to check if his head was still attached. Thankfully, it was intact.
Thinking back on his rudeness the previous night still made him shudder.
If Sion had been an ordinary noble or high-ranking priest, Tier would have been dead long ago.
âNo, of course not.â
âThen I must be a bandit.â
Tier listened carefully to Sionâs words.
He regarded them as precious teachings.
âNow this is what a real priest should be like. The priests from other churches⊠pfft.â
Tierâs affection toward Sion and the Church of War he belonged to grew stronger by the moment.
At last, a bandit camp came into view.
A wooden palisade made of sharpened logs surrounded it, and the surroundings were desolate.
Rotten wood fragments and rusted metal pieces were scattered everywhere, clearly showing how rough and neglected this place was.
Sion and Tier crouched behind the tall grass, carefully observing the situation.
Sion narrowed his eyes and scanned the area.
One man guarding the entrance.
Other than that, no signs of life.
âJust one. The rest must all be inside.â
âSir⊠What will you do?â
Clang.
In response to Tierâs quiet question, Sion slowly drew his sword.
âThereâs something I realized earlier.â
He murmured in a low voice as he rose to his feet.
In that instant, the air around his entire body changed.
The innocent boy was gone. A warrior radiating a chilling aura now stood in his place.
âThereâs no need to give scoundrels even a chance to speak.â
âYesâŠ?â
âStay here, Tier. Youâll only get in the way if you interfere.â
Sionâs gaze turned cold and sharp.
Now it was time to see blood.
This wasnât just a simple fight.
It was the Goddessâs punishment upon criminals who had trampled the powerless.
The time for execution had come.
Whirr.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword leapt into the air.
Spin.
The moment he caught the spinning blade in a reverse grip, Sion lowered his stance.
Phwaat.
Pulling his shoulder back and stepping forward with a long stride.
Shwaaark!
Throwing strike.
The blade, slicing through the air, pierced the guardâs chest.
Without stopping, it buried itself deep into the palisade behind him.
âGuhâk.â
The guard collapsed lifelessly without even a scream. The corner of the palisade protruded through his ribs.
Sion walked slowly forward and pulled his sword from the manâs chest.
Creeeak.
Stepping over the threshold of the camp, the bandits resting inside turned their gazes one by one.
Confused stares.
But soon, they turned into instinctive hostility.
Sion calmly met all their gazes and slowly opened his mouth.
âIn the name of the Goddess of War. I condemn you.â
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