Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"Phew, done."

Celia smiled happily.

She looked up and saw Austin watching for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, she looked at Austin's fish basket and said, "Um, Grandpa Austin, is this for you?"

Austin paused for a moment, then laughed, "You caught this, I don't want it. Do you need me to kill it for you?"

Celia shook her head. "Thank you, Grandpa Austin, but it's not necessary. I bought a fish-killing knife, so I can handle it myself now."

“Okay.” Austin nodded and prepared to go back to fishing.

Celia called out to him, "Wait a minute, Grandpa Austin, please accept this. It's getting late, and I'm about to head back."

Austin glanced at the sky; it was still early, about an hour before dark.

He asked, "Want to fish again?"

“I’m not fishing anymore,” Celia shook her head.

“Okay, be careful on your way back.” As he spoke, Austin kept glancing at Celia’s bait.

Celia handed him the fish basket and fish food directly, poured the fish into his fish basket, and put the fish food into his fish food plate.

"I don't need these anymore. If you need them, you can have them all."

Austin didn't care about the fish, but he accepted the bait, which could catch extraordinary fish, with a beaming smile: "Thank you, Celia, you're such a good girl."

After saying goodbye to Austin, Celia carried a fish that was forty or fifty centimeters long, boarded a flying broom, and flew away.

After flying for a while, Ross suddenly said, "When that fish came up just now, it startled another fish as well. Old Deng was lucky; after changing the bait, he actually caught it."

"Really? I'm so happy for him."

That night, after returning to her dormitory, Celia learned from the Protoss network that a strange, white-bearded old man had suddenly appeared on campus, carrying a giant fish and getting lost.

When others ask him what happened, he always says, "How did you know I caught a 100-pound golden cod?"

This incident sparked discussion among many students who didn't know the other person, while those who did came forward to tell everyone that it was Professor Austin, who guarded the school's sacred forest, and not some lost, senile old man.

Upon hearing this, Celia looked at the two golden cod that were frozen in the kitchen with ice magic, somewhat puzzled: "Are you so happy just because you caught one golden cod?"

"You don't understand the obsession a fisherman who often misses out on catches is with big fish."

Ross smiled and then said, "Alright, that's about enough fishing. These fish skins and scales are enough. You can consider selling the fish bones, but don't sell the fish meat; keep it for yourself."

Celia's face fell: "Can we please stop eating fish? I've been eating fish every day for a while now, and I'm about to throw up!"

"These are all fish imbued with magic. If you want to absorb the fins of the beluga whale, you must eat these fish to allow your body to adapt to the impact of extraordinary food."

"All right……"

With a pained expression, Celia picked up a few slices of chilled fish and started cooking in her newly bought pot.

Although she didn't want to eat them, these fish did improve her physical condition considerably. The magic contained in the fish also greatly enhanced her magic power, increasing it by about 50% of her meditation power each day, which was quite a good amount.

Meanwhile, Ross engraved runes on all the fish skins and scales he had acquired that day, stacked them neatly together, and put them in a pile.

"It's done."

Ross clapped his hands.

"Now we just have to wait for the Deep Sea Aid Society to summon the Beluga whale." Until then...

He squinted at a pile of fish skin and scales.

The rune array used to track the sea god is also set up.

Everything is ready!

Thank you Maple Syrup Power for the 100-point donation!

Chapter 60 Ritual Reenactment

Swish!

Ross threw 108 palm-sized fish scales into the ground in a specific combination.

He is not currently inside the Holy Magic Academy, but in an off-campus area near the Forbidden Forest of Sacred Beasts. The maximum distance at which Celia can control the puppet is approximately two kilometers.

There happens to be a grove of trees here.

It's 3 a.m., and there's no one around. It's the perfect time to do something good.

It's best not to let anyone know about tracking down deities.

To avoid alerting the enemy and losing this hard-won window into observing the world, Ross dared not act recklessly.

It's more fun to do things secretly.

Once all the fish scales were arranged in their positions, the stored magic was released instantly, and the fish scales seemed to be illuminated by a light spell, emitting a faint white glow.

Finally, Ross placed the scale imbued with the power of faith into the very center.

Streaks of light appeared on each fish scale, converging towards the spirit in the center.

The whole process lasted for nearly ten minutes before all the lights dimmed.

Ross casually stepped on the fish scales, walked up to the spirit creature, and grabbed it in his hand.

Beneath his feet, all the fish scales turned to ashes at the slightest touch, as if they had been burned.

"There really is a trace of the sea god Ethel." Ross's eyes lit up, and his spiritual power surged into the spiritual object, like a thread, tightly binding the trace left by Ethel.

That trace slowly pointed in one direction.

Ross followed the silk thread and looked into the distance.

After a long time, he took the magical object back.

"It's good that she's still here. We can't go yet. We need to find a way to speed up Celia's training, otherwise it would be awkward if she found a chance to cut off contact. Or..."

Ross thought of another method, but he wasn't sure if it would work—

"Is there any way to transfer the mind of Celia to someone else?"

……

In the morning, after getting up and washing up, Celia took her little staff and a few books and went to class.

On the way, Ross asked, "Celia, do you still remember how you summoned me?"

"remember."

Even if I forget something else, I can never forget that one thing.

“Try to reproduce this another day, and I’ll see what happens,” Ross said.

Celia stopped in her tracks. "Are you really going to do this? The summoning ritual requires a statue of a god. If I'm found to be hiding your statue, I'll die."

"I ask you, can you tell whether the statue that summoned me is me or some other god?"

Celia shook her head.

“That’s right. Perhaps the appearance of the statue is not that important. If you say it is the God of Light, no one will say anything, because the statue itself will not cause pollution.”

"OK then."

Celia turned around and walked quickly toward the activity area.

Not long after, she arrived at the storage room next to the activity area.

The storage room was unlocked and filled with a bunch of random things.

Celia rummaged through it.

"Many senior students have taken on a lot of missions to eradicate heretics. After the items are purified, they are thrown away carelessly. Many senior students throw the items into this storage room and use it as a dumping ground."

"I remember seeing one of those statues with blurred faces before... I found it!"

Celia pulled out a statue that was about knee-high from a pile of clutter.

The statue was covered in dust. She blew on it, fanned it with her hand, and then placed it on a discarded table next to it.

"Are we really going to do this?" Celia asked somewhat nervously.

Could it be that it has summoned something again?

Although the Holy Court records that there is only one evil god recognized by the gods, who knows if there are any "evil gods" who are not recognized by the gods?

What if it gets summoned... wait, why should I worry about that?

Wouldn't it be better to summon it?

They must fight the current evil god directly, and only the winner can continue the contract.

Celia glanced out the window furtively, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief when she confirmed that no one was coming to the activity area.

At this time of day, everyone is either having breakfast or going to class, so there's really no one in the activity area.

The upperclassmen who like to hang out in the activity area are still not up.

Celia reached out and touched the forehead of the small statue with her index finger, and white light began to emanate from her body.

Ross could tell that the light was actually holy light, meant to dazzle the eyes but not to cause any harm; it was only effective on ordinary people.

But I must say, it is really bright; you could probably see it shining inside even in broad daylight from the outside.

A moment later, the holy light dimmed, and Celia withdrew her finger, quickly placing the statue back before cautiously looking at Ross: "Is it alright now?"

Ross pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't get that feeling. Your demeanor, movements, and so on are not completely replicated."

Celia pouted: "What can I do? I was just thinking about breaking the faith of the heretics, I didn't think that much about it."

"Did you really not think about anything?"

"No, absolutely not... At most, I was just thinking, what if it succeeds? At that time, I didn't believe that gods still existed, let alone evil gods that had been sealed away."

"...You're really bold. If that evil god wasn't me, you'd be finished by now."

Even I'm lucky I'm not the cursed character in the game, otherwise I would have killed my sister to prove my path.

Be thankful that you've encountered an evil god who, despite committing countless atrocities in the game, is still a model citizen—someone with higher education.

Celia emerged from the storeroom and hurried toward the classroom, asking as she went, "So what does Mr. Ross want me to do by recreating the scene of summoning you?"

"It's nothing, you go to class. I'll borrow your puppet."

After saying that, Ross ignored all of Celia's calls.

He had already possessed the puppet's body, manipulating it to evade the school's patrols and climb over the wall.

"Was it an accident that Celia was able to summon me, or did it trigger some kind of coincidence?"

Ross thought to himself as he walked toward his destination.

He watched as Celia performed the summoning ritual, but he felt nothing; she simply released a holy light.

If casting holy light could summon an evil god... Ross felt he could have done it hundreds of years ago.

Obviously, it's not that simple.

"There are only two possibilities. The first is that she accidentally completed the correct steps of the summoning ritual, including the statue, the gestures, the mental thoughts, and so on."

"The second possibility is that I was trying to attack the sealing array at that time, and Celia happened to summon it at that moment, taking advantage of the fluctuations in the sealing array to enter and establish a communication channel with me."

Rose is prepared to give it a try, no matter which one it is.

The first attempt was a bit difficult, since even Celia herself couldn't imitate herself back then, so asking someone else would be even less likely.

Therefore, Ross left the Holy Magic Academy to test whether the ability to establish contact with himself was related to his attack on the sealing array.

He had already chosen a summoner.

Chapter 61: Are you that easy to fool?

Benovia Ishtar, the youngest princess of the Kingdom of Ishtar, is only 15 years old and has been sent to the Holy Court to participate in the election for the title of Holy Maiden.

This is something that every generation of the Ishtar royal family must do, because Ishtar is the headquarters of the Holy Court, and the royal family is subject to the Holy Court. In fact, the existence of the royal family is a product of the Holy Court's compromise under pressure from internal forces and the four great empires.

One of the conditions of the compromise was that each generation of royal daughters must have one participate in the Holy Maiden election.

Benovia didn't quite understand why the Holy Court would do this. There were quite a few princesses who could become saintesses, but what was the point?

She didn't want to participate in the competition for the title of saintess at all, but she had no choice; she couldn't disobey her father's orders.