Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"Manika?" Pamisa asked, puzzled. "What happened to Manika?"

"nothing."

It seems that Manica really is a maid, and there's no other story behind her.

Celia decides to skip:

"So what do you need me to do, how much will it cost, and if it's reasonable, I'll consider it."

Pamisa hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want Miss Hiro to disguise herself as Celia and take me away."

"puff!"

Chapter 382 I pretend to be myself

Standing in front of Pamisa's house, Celia looked strange.

"Miss Parmisa, are you sure you want to do this?"

Celia confirmed it.

“Of course! You and Miss Celia are extremely similar in height, build, face shape, and temperament. If you pretend to be her and invite me, my father definitely won’t dare to say anything,” Pamisa said confidently.

What Parmisa wanted Celia to do made Celia feel very... outrageous.

She recalled the scene in the tavern.

In response to Celia's question, Pamisa said something that made Celia burst out laughing on the spot—

"I want Miss Hiro to disguise herself as Celia and take me away."

"puff!"

Celia spat out the juice in her mouth and stared at Parmisa in shock. "What did you say?"

Pamisa said, "Judging from your expression, you must have watched the recently concluded Mage League, right? That contestant named Celia was incredibly strong. She not only won the championship but also saved the Northern Alliance and was loved by many people in the Northern Alliance, including me."

Celia was relieved that she had disguised herself and changed her name.

"Why are you suddenly making me pretend to be 'her'?" Celia asked curiously.

“Because…” Pamisa looked Celia up and down: “I sense a similar quality in Miss Shiro to that of Celia.”

"I think……"

"30 gold coins."

"make a deal!"

……

Thus began the operation to have Celia impersonate Celia.

Pamisa found a portrait of Celia, seemingly cut from a newspaper, and then took her to a secret cosmetics shop, where she had Celia cover up her freckles and pimples, put on a veil, and only reveal her eyes.

After a brief discussion, Pamisa led Celia to the mayor's mansion.

“Miss Hiro, to be honest, if I didn’t know you weren’t Hilia, I would have thought you were her.”

Pamisa exclaimed in amazement, "So alike, so incredibly alike!"

Celia: "..."

Next time, disguise your body shape too!

Parmisa led Celia into the mansion, leaving Celia to wait in the hall, while she happily called out to the inside:

"Father, Mother, come quickly, see who I've brought!"

A voice rang out: "Pamisa, if you bring that Anthony kid home again, I'll break his legs!"

"It's not Anthony, it's someone you would never guess!"

As she spoke, Pamisa pulled a middle-aged man out.

Celia nodded politely to the other person: "Hello, Uncle, I am Celia, a friend of Pamisa."

Pamisa's father was also a third-tier mage, but he must have stayed at the third tier for a long time, as his magic power was almost overflowing.

Like many other sorcerers who are forever stuck at the third rank and make no further progress, he bears many traces of the divine realm, indicating that he has been to the divine realm many times, but still has not completed the trial.

Upon seeing Celia, the other person paused for a moment, "Hello, Celia... Your name seems familiar."

Pamisa smiled and took out a newspaper, pointing to the team championship on it, saying, "It's the champion of this year's Mage League, the core mage, Celia."

"what?"

Pamisa's father picked up the newspaper and examined it closely. After a while, he asked in confusion, "Miss Celia, why are you covered up so much?"

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was amiss.

Considering the various things Parmisa liked to do, this feeling of unease became even more pronounced.

Before Celia could speak, Pamisa quickly said, "Because Celia is a celebrity. Young people all know her. If she didn't dress like this, many people would recognize her on the street."

That's an exaggeration, Celia thought.

This is only possible in Koster.

Aside from Koster, who would know her?

At most, it just looks a little familiar.

He's not a legendary figure who influenced the entire world order.

For the sake of 30 gold coins... no, 40 gold coins, Celia tacitly agreed to Pamisa's words and nodded.

However, it would have been better if Pamisa hadn't explained; the moment she did, her father immediately sensed something was even more amiss.

He narrowed his eyes. "What's the matter with Miss Celia, the champion of the Mage League, in this small place, Pamisa?"

"because……"

"Because you know her?"

Pamisa nodded.

Her father smiled smirkly, "You, you, of all people to call, you call a league champion mage? Do you think I'll believe you? You've never left the Far North Supply Town since you were born. Even Celia only came to the Northern Alliance during the league. How do you know her? Did you meet her in a dream?"

Pamisa quickly said, "It really is Celia! Look at her temperament, figure, height... she's exactly the same as the Celia in the newspaper."

Her father put the newspaper aside. He already knew pretty much what his daughter was doing. He smiled and said, "I see. I don't know how you know Miss Celia, or why she's in the far north instead of the Ishtar Empire. But here at home, Miss Celia doesn't need to hide anything."

Pamisa quickly said, "They like it this way, Father, you can't expect them to do this or that, can you?"

Her father smiled slightly: "I am actually a fan of Miss Celia as well, and I would like to take a picture with her. Would Miss Celia be so kind as to grant me this small request?"

Pamisa quickly pushed her father away, saying as she did so, "Father, your request is very impolite! Go and have the butler prepare lunch to entertain Celia."

After pushing her father away, Pamisa quickly sat down next to Celia and whispered, "Celia... Celia, just say you want to invite me to your school, and I'll take care of the rest... By the way, let me check what Celia's school is called... Holy Magic Academy? Hmm, remember that name, don't get it wrong later."

Celia was both amused and exasperated, and nodded, "Okay."

At this moment, Celia suddenly understood Ross's mindset of enjoying the show.

I pretend to be myself.

It sounds like...

Super interesting!

There's even money to be made!

Not only do you get 30 gold coins, but you can also watch the client and her father put on a big show. How interesting!

The girl shared her emotions with Ross in her mind, and Ross found the development interesting and watched as well.

“Hehe, if it were someone else, they would be very nervous at this moment,” Celia said.

Ross laughed, "Who would have thought this would happen?"

Soon, various foods found only in the far north were served, and Celia, Pamisa, and Pamisa's father and mother took their seats.

Celia tried the food from the far north, and well, it wasn't good.

After eating a little something, she said, "Hello, Uncle. Parmisa and I hit it off immediately. She wants to visit my school and hopes you can agree."

Pamisa's father asked, "What's the name of your school?"

After thinking for a moment, based on Ross's sudden suggestion in her mind, Celia said, "Call it...call it...Gods' Magic Academy."

Ding!

Pamisa's hand trembled, and the spoon fell to the ground.

Chapter 383 Return

Seeing the incredulous look on Pamisa's face, Celia thought to herself:

Don't blame me, it was divine revelation that made me say this.

Parmisa panicked, while her father rejoiced.

"Really? Miss Pamisa, I seem to remember your school is called the Holy Magic Academy? There's no school in Ishtar called the Divine Magic Academy."

"Huh? Is that so?" Celia feigned panic and quickly explained, "Then I must have remembered wrong... No, no, I just said it offhand. It's the Holy Magic Academy, that's right."

Parmisa opened her mouth, her face filled with despair.

Miss Hilo, stop explaining! The more you explain, the more confusing it gets!

Her father looked at Parmisa with a serious expression: "Parmisa, I'm giving you a chance to explain."

Parmisa lowered her head, remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Ok."

Just as she was about to explain, her father looked at Celia and smiled, "Miss Celia, there's no need to cover your face now. You're a friend of Parmisa, you don't need to do this when you come to Parmisa's house."

Celia smiled and nodded, removing the veil that covered her face to reveal her true appearance.

Just as Parmisa was about to say something, she suddenly widened her eyes and stared at Celia in shock.

what's the situation?

The girl looked confused.

Suddenly, she saw Celia wink at her.

A sudden inspiration struck her, and she immediately put on a smile, saying to her father, "Father, I'm sorry, I do know Celia. Celia was just saying that to make you happy."

Her father didn't speak, just stared blankly at Celia, rubbing his eyes as if he couldn't believe it.

He quickly ran over, picked up the newspaper, and compared the two sides.

Exactly the same.

Body shape, height, build, face shape, temperament, social status... everything is exactly the same as described in the report.

If someone can impersonate another person to this extent, then no one will believe that they are not.

and so……

"You...you're really Miss Celia? You're friends with Pamisa?" Pamisa's father was stunned.

Celia smiled and nodded. "Yes, Uncle."

"How could you..."

Pamisa quickly interrupted her father, saying, "Of course it's because the far north is so beautiful, and there's a really gorgeous ruin here. I'm the one who invited her to come and play."

Her father found it hard to accept, but it seemed to be true.

After a long pause, he calmed down and spoke with an unconscious air of respect: "Miss Celia, it is an honor for Parmisa to know you. If it is your invitation, I will accept it on behalf of Parmisa. This is an opportunity for her."

Pamisa was taken aback by her father's attitude, then said, "Thank you for your understanding, Father, but I may have to go there for a while before I come back."

Celia laughed and said, "Our school is on holiday in October, and after that we might take Parmisa to travel around Ishtar."

“It’s alright, it’s an honor for Pamisa. Even if you sold her to a slave trader, it would still be her good fortune,” Pamisa’s father said.

Pamisa rolled her eyes. "What are you saying, Father? I'm not some weakling. I'm a third-tier mage, after all. You might not be able to beat me now."

Her father laughed heartily: "It was just a joke."