Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

There was no murder, and the charge of injuring a 'passerby' is insufficient to disqualify her from the sainthood candidate.

"That's not right. I eliminated the entire gang's top brass later... why didn't they do anything?"

Ross said, "The top brass are different from ordinary thugs. The fact that all the top brass can be wiped out overnight is an unexpected event, so they dare not make any rash moves."

As for the later report that the high priest was planting pearl rosemary, that's even more impossible. On the contrary, this matter would have given her a boost in her evaluation.

Ross added, "Actually, even if you hadn't killed anyone back then, if Enarse had, they might have charged you, as long as you had evidence that you were in Frost Town at the time."

Celia: "?"

Ross said calmly, "Ainars can use all the first-tier ice magic you've learned. Although it's not as powerful as yours, it's enough to kill a lot of gangsters."

"Does Lord Ross mean... that Northon and Mil have Ainars use ice magic to kill the gangsters and then frame me?"

Ross nodded.

Celia looked at Enarse, who was diligently practicing puppet warfare in the center of the field, and thought of the spell she had used back then.

"...However, Enarse did not use it; she used only...wind magic throughout."

Ross laughed and said, "Ainars has been captivated by your charm and doesn't want to hurt you."

Celia: "..."

Ross continued, "But even if Ainars didn't use ice magic, after she burned down that tavern, they can still force you to do it, as long as they say you were in Frost Town and there were signs of a warlock battle in that tavern... Of course, this incident can't disqualify you from the candidacy, but they will definitely take other actions afterward to slowly disqualify you."

“But this time, it was your sycophant classmate, Mill, who hesitated. He felt it was too much to do, so he preferred to let Northon take his things instead of doing this.”

Celia exclaimed in surprise, "This guy actually gave up?"

Ross smiled slightly: "The mind of a simp is very interesting. Not long after giving up, he tried to contact you. After failing, he regretted it and wanted to continue, but by then it was too late. The fire incident had already been classified, and forcibly overturning the case and making it your doing would easily implicate many nobles, which would be a loss."

Celia: "..."

The girl felt this was all too complicated. Why make things so complicated? Wouldn't it be better to just send someone to assassinate her?

Or, if we had simply set up a magic array to imprison her when we lured her to the manor, it would have been better than wasting so much effort only to achieve nothing and waste brain cells.

Celia was confused.

"So what does Mir want to do now?"

"He's a spineless sycophant who can't do anything right and will regret it when things come to an end. He's more of a hindrance than a help, but his brother does some disgusting things."

Ross's expression slowly turned cold. He held up two fingers: "Celia, I'm giving you two choices. First, you handle it yourself; second, you complete the assignments I've given you diligently, and I'll handle this."

Celia replied without hesitation, "I choose option 2, please, Mr. Ross!"

This is too much trouble.

Celia felt she definitely couldn't solve it perfectly.

She couldn't even see through such a simple plan. If she were asked to solve it, she couldn't think of any other way but to kill Norsen.

Ross smiled again and said, "My method is the same: just take care of that Norsen."

Celia immediately said, "Lord Ross, are you going to use the puppet to kill him? I can help you then by finding Instructor Elena or something to provide an alibi."

Ross chuckled and shook his head: "No need. A third-tier mage isn't qualified for me to personally take action."

"So... what does Mr. Ross plan to do?"

"Let the person who wants to kill him do it."

Celia didn't quite understand, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go study hard... By the way, are we going to kill Mir too?"

Ross said, "You don't need to kill a simp; he'll jump off the bridge on his own."

Celia: "?"

Ross didn't explain, but said, "Just focus on your studies. You don't need to worry about the rest, and you don't need the puppet."

"it is good."

Celia continued to immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge.

……

Two days later.

In a practical simulation class.

Just as Celia was about to sit down as usual, reading a book and leisurely watching her classmates' combat training, Mir stepped out from the crowd.

“Celia, I have become a second-tier mage and am qualified to train with you. Come and fight me. I will show you that when there is an absolute difference in resources, talent does not determine anything.”

Celia didn't say anything, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Mir added, "We are now the only two second-tier mages in the class. Even if you don't want to fight me, you still need to do practical training. Practical training earns a lot of points. If you don't come, I will apply to the instructor."

Celia frowned, put down the book, and reminded him, "Mil Deville, I don't recommend you do this. Otherwise, if you get discouraged later, your tutor will come after me."

As the second mage in the class to advance, Mir was very confident: "You should be worried about yourself. Maybe your magic concentration is higher than mine, but your puppet is not as good as mine. Magic power doesn't mean anything. The strength of the puppet is everything!"

Remembering what Mir had said a couple of days ago, Celia stood up and said, "Fine, you want to be tortured, huh? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

Chapter 273 An Insurmountable Gap

When Celia accepted the challenge, Mir immediately became excited.

Upon entering the combat training field, he shouted, "Celia, don't hold back, go all out. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Celia said calmly, "I won't compensate you for breaking your puppet; I need my mentor to witness it."

"Okay! Don't worry, go ahead and hit it. Even if you break the Heart of the Puppet, I won't make you pay for it, as long as you can break it."

Mir was overjoyed, like a simp who had just received flowers from a goddess, completely unaware of how terrible things would be later.

He immediately went to his mentor, and after repeated confirmation from his mentor, he signed a unilateral compensation agreement.

In other words, if he damages Celia's puppet, he will pay double the compensation, but if Celia damages his puppet, he will not have to pay compensation and will have to pay for the repairs himself.

He even added a clause: if Celia could destroy his puppet, he would give Celia 10 gold coins.

Ten gold coins aren't much for Celia right now, but it's better than nothing.

With the holiday bonus, her gold coins plummeted to only around 300. However, the rewards for conquering the ruins will be available in a couple of days. With the rewards from the school, the Holy Court, and Ishtar, her gold coins will exceed 1000, and she will no longer care about 10 gold coins.

After finalizing the agreement, the two arrived at the venue, where all the students were drawn to Mil's loud voice.

The instructor also wanted to take this opportunity to let the other students know the difference between a second-tier mage and a first-tier mage, so he let them gather around the combat training field and watch the two on the field with curiosity.

Mil was full of fighting spirit. Although he knew that Celia and others had conquered the Lost Lighthouse, he still didn't think that Celia, from an ordinary family, could be any better with a puppet.

As long as your puppet's defense is high enough that her spells can't break through it, then you can fight it at will.

No matter how many tactics you have, they're all useless if you can't break through the defense!

As soon as the instructor shouted "start," Mir immediately manipulated the puppet to rush over.

Celia looked at the running puppet and couldn't help but shake her head. "Even running exposes such a huge flaw. I really don't want to bully a noob. Fine, since he wants to deal with me, then I'll teach him a lesson!"

As soon as the girl reached out her hand, the puppet reached out in unison, and its magic power, refined to 101%, erupted instantly.

Several layers of ice walls quickly appeared, enveloping Mir's puppet from all sides.

Within the ice wall lies a metal mesh of mithril; together, the two firmly bind Mir's puppet.

This defensive spell transformed into a sturdy prison, which Mil could not break through no matter how much he charged.

Then, Celia manipulated the puppet to condense an ice bow, and crystal arrows appeared on the bowstring, slowly gathering magic power.

When the magic power within the bowstring reaches about one-tenth of what would destroy the ghost ship, the puppet releases the bowstring.

At the same time, the ice wall that Mir's puppets could not break through no matter how they charged and attacked was shattered under Celia's control.

Before Mir could react, the ice arrow had already flown close and exploded upon hitting the puppet's chest.

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted from the point of explosion, blowing outwards in all directions.

The mentor did not take any action, because the impact of this magic would at most make people stagger, but would not cause any harm.

But the students, who had been staggering, still looked on in shock after regaining their balance.

At the center of the exploding ice arrow, the golem had been shattered. The golem, which Mir had described as incredibly powerful and whose defenses were impenetrable by all second-tier spells, had been reduced to pieces on the ground, with only its spine and heart remaining intact.

All the students, including Mil and the practical course instructor, watched this scene in shock.

Mir seemed to have become an idiot.

He fell to the ground, muttering to himself.

"Impossible...impossible..."

"Why can't my invincible puppet withstand even a single spell? This isn't right!"

"Has Celia reached Tier 3?"

Celia recalled the puppet and said calmly, "Mir, the person who sold you the materials for your puppet exaggerated their properties. Your puppet's defense can only block a beginner's second-tier spell. There's no point in you fighting me. Don't bother me again."

After saying that, Celia turned around and walked outside, leaving her stunned classmates behind.

Mir stared at Celia's retreating figure, somewhat dazed.

He thought that once he became a second-tier mage, he could use his family's resources to get him a very powerful magic puppet. Even if he had just become a second-tier mage and had not yet learned second-tier spells, he could rely on the magic puppet's ability to learn spells in a minute and use them proficiently.

He might not be able to defeat a third-tier mage, but he felt he could definitely defeat Celia.

In particular, he was certain that Celia's puppet had very poor defense, and that the materials used were those with little defensive power, only intended to be compatible with single-elemental spells.

As a result, she didn't even use her full strength; a casual first-tier spell was enough to trap his puppet.

A casual attack spell not only dismantled his puppet into pieces, but also knocked him to the ground.

The defensive spells of the Puppet Academy are like paper toys.

An ice wall and a crystal arrow shattered Mir's Dao heart, rendering him unable to rise again.

When his tutor came over and helped him up, he looked up and saw that Celia had already returned to her seat and continued reading her book.

The instructor said, "Mir, according to the agreement you reached with Celia, you need to repair your puppet yourself. Is that alright?"

Mir looked at the puppet, now reduced to scrap metal. Only the spine and the puppet's heart were still usable; there was no need for repairs, so he could just buy a new one.

He nodded dejectedly. "I understand."

"Hmm, do you need your tutor to help you pack these things?" The tutor breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little worried that Mil would throw a tantrum and cause him a headache.

"Thank you, mentor."

Mil had no desire to tidy up; he just wanted to find a quiet place.

……

Celia continued reading, feeling the awe in the eyes of her classmates, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

"Mr. Ross's special training is truly excellent. Before the training, I could never have achieved this level. Thank you, Mr. Ross!"

"How's it going?" Ross asked.

"I will be able to learn it all in just over half a month, two days ahead of the time Mr. Ross gave me!"

"Very good. After you finish learning, it's time to think about climbing the steps."

"Okay!"

……

The battle between Celia and Mir spread throughout the school through word of mouth among the students, making everyone realize just how vast the difference was between two second-tier units.

After learning that Celia was the prospective saintess, the other prospective saintesses became even more mysterious and powerful in everyone's eyes.

Two days later, Celia appeared in the principal's office with Doris and others.

They came to collect prizes from the school, the Holy See, and the Ishtar royal family.

The principal said with a serious expression, "Besides the bonus for conquering the ruins, I have something else to tell you."

"Do you have any plans to participate in the Mage League?"

Chapter 274 Five Times Meditation Speed

"A Warlock League? Us?"