Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Mil's brother, Norsen.

She knew absolutely nothing about Norson.

I just felt that this Norsen was much smarter than his foolish brother.

While Mil is usually quite annoying, he wouldn't be as incessantly talkative and irritating as he is in the dream.

Therefore, it must have been Norsen who did all of this.

“From the situation of Enarse in the dream, I can see that she needed someone to save her the most at that time. Norsen signed a master-servant contract with her. He entered Enarse’s dream to save her, which could have made Enarse follow him wholeheartedly, but he didn’t do that.”

Ross smiled knowingly: "He can't get in."

"Huh? Why?"

“The sealed mental world can only be entered by those who trust it, and Norsen is not someone she trusts.”

"I see. But then, wouldn't it all be a coincidence? Except for the sudden appearance of the Dark Nightmare..."

Lacking crucial information, Celia couldn't understand what Northon and Mil were up to.

Finally, she gave up thinking.

"Never mind, whatever they want to do, if they threaten me, I won't let them get away with it!"

The status of a candidate saintess is not just for show.

If someone is caught plotting against her, she can be put on trial directly in the name of the Holy Court.

Of course, any malicious intent must threaten Celia's safety; like in the last flying competition, Celia couldn't act in the name of the Holy Court.

She participated in the flight competition first, but as long as she isn't reported by the school, she won't be in any trouble even if she participates ten times.

And Mil reporting this to her tutor...

That's just incredibly stupid.

Those participating in the flight competition were not ordinary civilian students.

Do ordinary people have the resources to participate in cross-country races?

With heightened vigilance towards the Deville family, Celia refocused her attention on Enarse.

As the blockade of her mental world was broken, her consciousness slowly returned to her body.

As the two practicing priests treated her, her eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"You're awake?" Celia walked over and asked with concern.

As she spoke, she kept an eye on Norsen's movements out of the corner of her eye.

The other party did not come forward, but instead stood on the outside, preventing Ainars from seeing him at first glance.

His subtle movements went unnoticed unless Celia paid special attention.

She began to suspect the nature of his master-servant contract with Enarse.

Perfect timing! Perhaps the dream sequence that Enarse experienced will unlock the next CG sequence.

Celia found Ross's speaking habits very interesting.

Chapter 101 Enars's Background

After Ainars successfully woke up, she was examined by two medical priests and it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her.

"Now that I'm all better, I'll head back to school," Celia said.

"Wait a minute, Celia, I'll go back with you." Enarse quickly stood up, swaying slightly and almost falling.

Celia went over to help her up and looked at Norsen, "Sure, but don't you want to tell the owner of the manor before you come back with me?"

Enarse then looked at Norsen, then at Mil, and bowed slightly. "Nosen... Your Excellency, I would like to return to school first, is that alright?"

"You and Miss Celia must have a lot to talk about. It's not convenient here, so you should go back first. It's alright."

“Okay.” Enarse nodded.

Mir volunteered: "I'll take you."

"no need."

Celia refused and walked straight outside.

Enarse glanced at the two brothers, nodded, and followed behind Celia.

Mil and Northum watched the two leave.

Once they were outside the manor gates, Mil couldn't help but ask Norsen, "Norsen, why did you tell me to be quiet just now?"

“How could Father have such an idiot as you?” Norsen glared at him fiercely. “Unbelievable. With your IQ, how did you even get into the Holy Magic Academy?”

“Just say what you want to say, why are you swearing?” Mil said, displeased. “I finally got Celia to see my true feelings, of course I have to press my advantage.”

"Your pursuit of victory is going in the opposite direction; the further you chase, the further they stray."

Mirka paused, then muttered defiantly, "God said the world is round. Even if we go in the opposite direction, if we keep chasing, we'll definitely be able to stop her in front of us."

Norsen: "..."

Mir quickly became excited, "Although you told me not to say, your plan succeeded, didn't it? Celia must be very impressed with me, right?"

Looking at his foolish younger brother, Norsen recalled how Celia's attitude towards Mir had changed from mere dislike to nausea at the mere sight of him when she left, and couldn't help but ask, "What did you say in Ainars's dream?"

“Of course I’ll tell you what I did for Celia,” Mil said matter-of-factly. “I told her I sent her a flower every day, rain or shine… Even though she didn’t accept it, it was still a lot of work for me.”

"anything else?"

"She said I would go to the classroom early every day to clean her desk and chair... even though she never ended up sitting in that seat."

"Do you... have any more?" Norsen's anger was building.

“There are many. I said that many people actually had designs on Celia, and it was I who chased them all away so that Celia could study in peace.”

"This is alright." Norsen's anger subsided slightly.

"I also mentioned that I fought with other unscrupulous people to stop them from harassing Celia, and I was covered in bruises, which Celia witnessed."

“That’s good,” Norsen agreed.

"but……"

"but what?"

"But I forgot that the person I fought with that time happened to be one of the henchmen who did the same jobs as us, so..."

"You... that's enough, stop talking."

Thinking of Celia's attitude, Northon felt a deep sense of disappointment and frustration:

"I think she already knew you were acting. With your acting skills, she probably would have let everyone know you were acting after the fight."

"I probably don't know..."

"Have you noticed any difference in Celia's attitude towards you?"

"Aren't they all the same?"

"You're really stupid. You didn't even realize that Celia used to just dislike you, but now she feels disgusted just looking at you. The things you said when you created the dream have had the opposite effect."

"Ah? How could this happen?"

"I told you to talk less, but you wouldn't listen. With your IQ, I think you should stop following the conventional path and learn from me."

"Learning from you... is it really possible? But I heard that Celia is an orphan, adopted by the High Priest of the Temple. Are we going to take action against that High Priest?"

"Of course not, don't think of me as something so low."

"Then what do I do?"

“If you really want Celia…” Northon’s gaze deepened, “there’s only one way: disqualify her from the Saintess candidacy.”

"That's impossible. The Holy Court wouldn't cancel it so easily unless something serious was done."

As he spoke, Mill took a step back, wary, and said, "Norsen, I would never do something like complaining about a flying competition. I heard that you participated in that competition too, and you were just using me as a pawn."

He paused for a moment, then added, "And you were tricked and didn't get first place."

"Shut up!" Norsen's face flushed slightly. "If you still want Celia, do as I say: talk less, do more, and don't do anything unnecessary!"

Mir reluctantly lowered his head. "Okay."

……

the other side.

After leaving the manor, Celia found the nearest carriage rental shop and rented a carriage, returning to school with Enarse.

After the carriage had settled into a smooth ride, Celia looked at Ainars sitting opposite her and said, "Ainars, when did you sign a master-servant contract with that Norsen?"

"Huh?" Enarse suddenly looked up, then lowered her head again. "You knew everything..."

"Norsen showed me the contract."

"The master-servant contract was signed before I entered the Holy Magic Academy."

Enarse was lost in her memories.

“My family comes from a small town. Life was neither good nor bad. When I was a child, my family took me to the temple to test my talent as a sorcerer. They found that I had a great talent for sorcerers, so they paid for me to go to school to prepare me for entering a magic school.”

"However, for some reason, this matter became known to many people three years ago, including the gangsters and thugs in town."

“They started coming to our door to cause trouble for no reason. At first, they would just bump into my father on purpose, make him apologize, and then laugh.”

“My father couldn’t beat them, so he endured it. They became more and more outrageous and started demanding money from my father. When my father refused, they beat him and threatened to take me away and sell me to a tavern to serve the tavern customers if he didn’t give me the money.”

“At first, they only asked for a few copper coins, but then they asked for more and more. My father simply couldn’t come up with that much money, so he was beaten. They really came looking for me, but they didn’t succeed. Just as they were about to grab me, Norsen happened to be passing by and rescued me.”

“Those gangsters didn’t give up. After a period of calm, they found my father again.”

At this point, Enarse's expression remained very calm.

But her voice trembled.

“That was a year ago. My father and mother went out to work and were stopped by them, dragged into an alley and beaten to death.”

"what?!"

Chapter 102 Did I guess wrong?

Celia already knew that Enarse's parents were dead.

But she didn't know how she died; Enarse never said, and no one else knew either.

The supervisor may know, but the supervisor is unlikely to tell.

Now, upon hearing Enars reveal the cause of her parents' deaths, Celia paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you seek help from the sheriff or the temple?"

Aina chuckled softly: "Every time we encountered them, Father would seek help from the sheriff and the temple, but at most, those thugs who bullied our family would only get a verbal reprimand."

"After they beat your parents to death, did they only get a verbal reprimand?"

"They were arrested, but... less than a month later, I saw them in town again. Later I found out that the gang behind them was closely related to the town's lord; they were all in cahoots, and their imprisonment was just for show."

“At that time, I thought, how wonderful it would be if I had power. With power, I could protect my parents, and I wouldn’t have to live in fear anymore, and I wouldn’t be afraid to go home.”

Celia stared intently at her: "Now that you have power, have you gone back?"

Enarse shook her head. "No, I need to make sure I can kill them all."

As she spoke, she looked at Celia, "Celia, you are the Holy Maiden of the Holy Court, will you stop me from going back to kill those people?"

Celia blinked. "What did you say? I didn't hear you. Say it again."

Aina's smile, which she hadn't shown in a long time, appeared. "I said I'll go home for a bit, and I'll return the gold coins to you when I get back."

Celia said, "Whenever you want to go home, you can go home. Do you want me to go with you? If you get bullied, I'll stand up for you."

“No.” Ainars shook her head. “I can go by myself. From the time my parents died until I entered the Holy Magic Academy, I have evaded their search countless times. I can handle it.”

Celia nodded, not dwelling on the matter, and asked another important question: "What happened next? How did you sign the master-servant contract with Northon?"

Enarse was lost in her memories and slowly said, "After he saved me that time, he gave me his bracelet star number and told me to contact him if I was bullied again."

"I didn't contact him before my parents died because he was a nobleman, the same kind of nobleman as the town lord. I was afraid he was just playing with me and would sell me to the mafia."