Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"After my parents died, I repeatedly evaded capture by gangsters. I had less and less money on me. When I had only 10 copper coins left, I used them to call his number."

"He came with his men, and after I was discovered by gangsters again, he and his men drove the gangsters away, rescued me, and gave me two choices: continue to wander, or become his follower."

Enarse looked out the window, watching the buildings rushing past.

"I've heard that many nobles like to first destroy people's families and then force them to sign slave contracts and become their slaves."

“I don’t know if Norsen was like that, but I do know that if he had pulled out a slave contract or the lowest form of master-servant contract, I would have stabbed him to death with the knife I had on me.”

"But he gave me a master-follower contract, a master-follower contract with a sorcerer, which meant that I could become a sorcerer with his support and then become his follower as a noble sorcerer. I accepted."

"He told me that he would not help me take revenge personally. If I wanted revenge, I should learn magic and take revenge with my own hands."

Celia listened quietly as she recounted her experiences over the years.

As she continued her story, she gradually became suspicious.

Based on Aynars's account of her home being harassed by thugs until Norsen appeared, Norsen is a suspect.

Because many nobles genuinely enjoy ruining people's families and then feigning help, while actually forcing them to sign master-servant contracts or even slave contracts.

The Holy Court has no control over such "voluntary" contracts, because the other party will certainly not take action on their own, but will instead rely on other unrelated forces, such as other nobles or gangs.

There's no way to deal with a bunch of nobles playing these games among themselves.

As for why the nobles who personally carried out the act were not punished...

Celia didn't know either.

It's likely that the nobles were outwardly well-behaved, while the victims have returned to dust.

The girl's fist slowly clenched.

Nobles and such.

They all deserve to be wiped out!

On the other hand, was Norsen's success really just a coincidence?

It was probably just a coincidence.

After all, no one would be foolish enough to choose a sorcerer to follow and then accidentally cause their family to be destroyed, right?

Following a sorcerer is different from following an ordinary servant or slave; it requires investing resources to cultivate them, and you can't just tell them to fend for themselves.

Wait!

Since Enarse has become the other party's follower mage, why does she usually act so poor?

And they only got the four-handed puppet right before the end of the semester.

After asking the question, Ainars said, "I don't want to owe him too much, so I usually refuse his money. Apart from the monthly fee for following the sorcerer, I haven't asked him for anything."

"That's it."

Celia felt that Enarse was a bit too ambitious; since they had already signed the contract, she should take full advantage of it.

However, following a sorcerer is more like being a lifetime employee than a servant. They have more freedom, higher pay, and can also gain the respect and training of nobles.

The servants, on the other hand, received only meager wages and endured beatings and scoldings without complaint.

Slaves are another story; they are the property of slave owners, and whether to kill or torture them depends entirely on the slave owners' mood.

From Enarse's words, Celia could tell that Norsen treated Enarse well.

"Could it be that Norsen is a good person?" Celia wondered.

It doesn't seem like it.

However, his brother Mil was a fool, not a good person, but not entirely bad either.

Just as Celia was thinking this, Ross's voice suddenly came:

"Your friend withheld some information; she didn't tell us everything."

"Huh? What is she hiding?" Celia asked hurriedly.

"I'm not the god of fate, how would I know?"

"Huh? You didn't know? I thought Lord Ross was all-knowing and all-powerful..."

Ross rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.

How could someone who is omniscient and omnipotent be sealed away by the twelve main gods?

I may know a little more and have a slightly higher combat strength.

In the Starfall universe, there are no powerful figures who manipulate timelines. The gods' authority over time can only stop or accelerate time, but cannot reverse it.

The so-called time-stopping is actually just imprisoning people, and the acceleration doesn't speed up the time of the entire world, but rather accelerates the time of the target, making them age faster, etc. It doesn't really count as a time ability; many gods can do that.

"However, one of your speculations may be correct."

"What speculation?"

"The culprit who caused the destruction of Ainars' family may be Norsen."

Chapter 103 Amazing Everyone

Celia always believed Ross's words without question.

Ross said that Norson might be the culprit, and she immediately concluded that Norson was.

But even with Northumbria being the culprit, Celia still didn't quite understand.

"If it's true, why would he do this? Isn't he afraid that if Enarse finds out, she'll break the contract and kill him?"

"Moreover, the most stable option for ordinary commoner mages, besides becoming guardian knights or adventurers, is to become a follower mage of a noble. There's no need to do that; there are plenty of people willing to give up everything just to become a mage."

Ross nodded. "Yes, that's why I didn't confirm it directly, I just told you not to give up on this guess so soon."

"Okay, I've got it."

Celia finished her conversation with Ross and looked at Enarse sitting opposite her.

After she calmed down, the other person also calmed down, simply sitting silently and looking out the window.

It's unclear whether she was thinking of her parents or was still caught in a recurring dream.

Celia was very curious about what she was hiding from her.

But after much hesitation, she didn't ask, and made the decision in her heart instead.

When Ainars goes back to take revenge in a couple of days, she will secretly follow her to make sure Ainars is safe and to see what the situation is like there.

“I remember Enarse’s hometown was called…Frost Town?”

Celia activated her bracelet and searched for the location and situation of Frosttown on the Protoss network.

"This is a town in the north, closer to Silverfrost Town which we visited before, but quite far from Ember City. I wonder if we'll encounter any heretical strongholds or anything like that."

Celia is extremely interested in destroying heretical strongholds.

She said that she gained something every time she destroyed a heretical stronghold, and she really wanted to do it again.

Not long after, the carriage stopped outside the school. After paying the fee, the two went into the school, had dinner in the cafeteria, and then parted ways downstairs in the dormitory.

"I was planning to master the Crystal Arrow technique today, but I'll have to postpone it until tomorrow."

Back in her dorm, Celia pulled out the last Ghost Fruit and began munching on it while writing a paper on improving the basic magic puppet runes.

Blake asked her to write this a long time ago, but it has been delayed because she has been too busy lately.

She only reluctantly began to write after Blake finished dealing with matters related to the beluga whale and urged her to do so.

"The Ghost Fruit is gone. I wonder if there are any ripe Ghost Fruits left in Twilight Town."

“That’s all,” Ross said calmly. “These kinds of rare fruits are already scarce and difficult to cultivate artificially, so having this many is quite good.”

"I originally intended to sell them, but they all ended up in my stomach."

After destroying the Ghost Fruit, Celia was still not satisfied.

At first, she did want to sell the Ghost Fruit to make some money, but later she discovered that the Ghost Fruit was very beneficial to improving mental power, so she stopped selling it and ate it all, turning it into the skill level of the Mage's Hand.

Unfortunately, the more you consume, the less mental energy you gain.

Fortunately, the Mage's Hand made rapid progress with the help of these 21 Ghost Fruits.

Now, Celia can use her Mage Hand to lock onto a target and preempt their actions while simultaneously launching other spells to provide support.

Celia wasn't very enthusiastic about writing papers, especially handwritten ones; she threw her pen away after only a short time.

"Forget it, I won't write it anymore. I'll just finish it before the final exam."

She opened her hands and condensed a ball of ice in them.

"Practicing magic is still more interesting."

The next day, Monday, classes proceeded as usual.

Morning meditation is the most efficient, and the first class is still a meditation class.

Today's meditation class was a little different from usual.

As always, the strict meditation instructor, Nelson, patrolled back and forth to see if anyone was slacking off or sleeping during the meditation class.

He suddenly stopped when he reached Celia's side.

"Such a fast magic absorption speed, is this... second tier?"

Nelson was secretly surprised, then showed a look of admiration.

As expected of candidates for Saintess, this year's Saintess candidates are all incredibly powerful.

Passing Celia, Nelson came to the front, looked at the whole class, and slowly frowned.

He noticed that many students looked puzzled.

Some even couldn't help but open their eyes and look at him frequently, as if they had something to say but dared not say it.

Nelson understood what was going on.

“Celia’s absorption rate is too fast, it’s affecting the meditation of others.”

He fell into deep thought, pondering how to handle this rare occurrence.

One student couldn't help but say, "Teacher, I feel like my meditation efficiency has decreased a lot. Can you take a look?"

His words immediately drew responses from others:

"I also feel like I've slowed down. Can you help me, tutor?"

"Me too, it's so strange, it's not usually like this."

"I feel like all the magic has vanished..."

"..."

Nelson raised his hands and pressed them down, silencing them.

"Quiet, I understand the situation."

He stepped over to Celia's side.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally woke the other person up.

"Celia, Celia?"

Celia opened her eyes: "Professor Nelson? Is something the matter?"

"Your magic absorption rate is too fast, making it impossible for the other students to meditate. Come with me to another classroom to meditate."

"Huh? I'm affecting other people?"

Celia paused for a moment, looked around, and found that many people were looking at her.

They were all confused and didn't know what had happened.

"Yes, the magic absorption efficiency of a second-tier mage will affect the meditation of the first-tier mages around them. You need to go to the meditation room of a second-tier mage. There you won't affect others, and the spices specially designed for second-tier mage meditation will help you absorb magic better."

Then Nelson added, "From now on, you can meditate over there and don't need to come here anymore."

"Oh fine."

Celia obediently stood up and followed Nelson away.