Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Enarse looked at the white flowers, left the town along the main road, and walked into a small path outside the town. She walked along the winding path for a long time and came to two graves. She placed the two bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstones of the two graves.

"Father, Mother, please forgive me for coming to see you so late, but please rest assured, I will come to see you again tomorrow, and at that time, I will bring you those people's heads."

After the ceremony, she returned to Frost Town and went to her familiar little home.

The house that held all her joy and sorrow, and her childhood memories, is now somewhat dilapidated, with dust covering the doorknobs.

She took out her key, opened the door, and a voice came from the side.

"Huh? Aren't you... the magical genius from this town?"

Aina looked up and saw the woman next door, who was looking at her with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

"You're not dead?"

Enarse: "..."

"Pfft!"

Celia, who was secretly observing, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fortunately, she was quite far away, and the mage was the only one who could track and eavesdrop; otherwise, he would have been discovered.

"It seems that Enarse is not planning to make a move today and will wait until tomorrow."

As she spoke, Celia began to consider where she would stay for the time being.

But Ross said, "That's not necessarily true. She's planning to seek revenge tomorrow, but others might not come looking for her until tomorrow."

Celia's eyes lit up. "Those gangsters are actually coming to her? Aren't they afraid of dying?"

Ross smiled faintly and said, "Do you think people from a small place like this would understand the concept of becoming a first-tier mage in six months and the existence of magic puppets?"

"Isn't that normal?"

"Of course it's normal for you, but it's not normal for others. Besides, it's normal for gangs in places like this to have one or two sorcerers."

"Then I'll find a place nearby to wait."

As she spoke, Celia found a tavern nearby, sat down, and ordered the cheapest drink, but didn't drink it, mainly to prevent the shop from kicking her out.

However, she was overthinking it. It was morning, and there weren't many people in the tavern, so it wouldn't matter if she sat there for a long time.

About an hour later, Celia noticed movement coming from Ainars's side, and it seemed that someone had actually gone over. She quickly got up, paid the bill, and ran over.

"These people arrived so quickly? Even the Holy Court's Knights of Justice weren't this fast!"

As she ran over, Celia wondered in her mind, "Did Norsen deliberately leak the information to the gang?"

Ross smiled slightly, "No, but we can't rule out the possibility that they leaked the information in advance. However, the reason they came so quickly this time is because there are a lot of thugs and gangsters in the area. They all know Ainas, and when they saw her return, they quickly went to inform her."

"That's it."

Celia had arrived nearby and was looking toward the location of Enars's house.

She saw five people standing in a semi-circle around Ainars, who was standing at the door.

All the doors that were open nearby were closed upon their arrival, for fear of causing trouble.

In more distant areas, many residents observed from their windows or second-floor apartments, watching the spectacle.

"Is Enarse going to go on a killing spree in public?" Celia murmured to herself.

She felt herself becoming nervous and excited.

As long as she still aspires to be a saint, she cannot bring herself to commit mass murder in public.

But watching your best friend go on a killing spree can be pretty cool too.

"Even Ainars hasn't made a move, but your adrenaline is already pumping," Ross said irritably.

"Isn't this because I'm worried about Enarse?"

"hehe."

While the two were talking, the negotiations on Enarse's side reached a fever pitch.

A thug, speaking vehemently, stepped forward to grab Ainars.

But just as he was about to touch Enarse, he let out a scream and clutched his hand.

A deep wound appeared on that hand!

Chapter 109 The Puppet is a Dimensional Reduction Attack on Ordinary People

Wind-based basic magic: Wind Blade!

Enarse's specialty is wind magic, and its most distinctive feature is its invisibility; she can only sense the origin of magic by feeling the magical fluctuations in the air.

Of course, wind magic stirs up dust and other things, so it also appears to have shape.

But at this moment, under Ainars's deliberate concealment, the wind blades were invisible and elusive, directly slicing open the outstretched hand.

If it's released by a puppet, then it's not just as simple as cutting.

Enarse's counterattack caused everyone surrounding them to change their expressions.

"Oh no! She's become a sorcerer!"

"Run!"

"Ah! My legs!"

"..."

Once the counterattack began, Enarse held nothing back.

The puppet hidden in the shadows has launched its attack.

A first-tier wind spell, an air cannon, accurately struck everyone's legs, except for the one who seemed to be the leader.

This spell isn't as sharp as a wind blade, but it's very powerful, like a heavy hammer hitting a person directly.

None of these people were sorcerers; their legs were broken on the spot, and they were unable to escape.

“It’s not you…”

Enarse muttered to herself and shook her head. The puppet stopped the only uninjured person and lifted her up with one hand.

"Take me to your Sunfire Gang's hideout, and I'll spare your life."

The other person looked at the puppet that had lifted him up with one hand, and at the slowly approaching Enarse, his expression filled with fear. He nodded repeatedly, "I...I'll take you there, please don't kill me!"

The fear in his eyes was genuine.

Seeing the hatred in Ainars's eyes and the people lying around him, he said without hesitation, "This...this has nothing to do with me. I don't know anything. It was that guy Volcanic Rock who sent us here. He said you owed money to our Flame Sun Society and told us to come and get the money from you."

“Give me directions,” Ainars said coldly.

"Good, good."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Celia stopped a guy who had been secretly observing and was about to flee the scene to report after seeing Enars unleash her power.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Get out of my way, don't block my path."

As she spoke, the other person reached out as if to push Celia away.

However, before his hand could even touch Celia, he felt an icy chill on his hand.

Not an adjective.

The thug was horrified to find his hand, which was near Celia, freezing rapidly and losing all feeling.

"Hmph, the local gangs have no manners at all, no wonder they're going to be destroyed."

"You, you, you...you're in cahoots with her?"

"I was just an ordinary person passing by. You were the one who pushed me, so I fought back," the girl said innocently.

"You... I'm sorry, I was blind and offended you, Master. I have elderly parents and young children to support, please forgive me."

"Okay." Celia smiled. "However, I don't like people who rush around and bump into others. You can walk, but please walk slowly and don't be in a hurry, okay?"

The thug cursed inwardly, but dared not meet Celia's gaze, fearing that she would accuse him of offending her and kill him.

The frozen hand slowly regains sensation, a process that is quite unpleasant. It doesn't feel painful, but it can make you break out in a cold sweat.

The thug endured the tingling sensation, slipped past Celia, and was about to run away when a terrifying chill suddenly came from behind him.

"Are you ignoring what I said?"

"N-nothing." The thug forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as he slowly moved forward.

It's impossible to send a message now; the other party will probably arrive at the destination before me.

……

A cozy tavern.

A tavern that claims to provide warmth to its customers all year round.

It's daytime, but this place is even more lively than the Mercenary Tavern.

In the center of the tavern, a roaring bonfire shot straight into the sky.

Fortunately, the house was hollow with a high roof, which prevented a fire from breaking out.

Around the bonfire was a circular stage, where a dozen or so women were freely expressing their youth amidst the blazing flames. The flames made them glow red, and sweat poured down their faces. Despite the intense heat, they still smiled and accepted the teasing from the surrounding customers.

There were people sitting around the campfire, with only a few empty spaces a little further away.

Squeak!

The wooden door opened, and a cold wind blew in from outside, causing nearby customers to glance outside before turning back to continue their conversation.

But they suddenly froze, sensing something was wrong with the person who came in. Then they looked over and saw a figure being thrown straight in by a puppet, crashing into a table, and lying on the ground groaning.

This unexpected situation immediately attracted the attention of all the customers.

Numerous customers were in uproar.

Then, many customers stood up, picked up their weapons, and glared angrily at the puppet and the girl who appeared at the door.

"who?"

"How dare you run wild on the territory of the Sun Society!"

"Kill her!"

"..."

A group of gangsters, shouting and yelling, grabbed their weapons and charged towards them.

These thugs, who had never seen the terror of a sorcerer, thought that their numbers would surely frighten the enemy.

As the menacing gangsters approached, Ainars's lips curled into a smile.

Her puppet held a long sword, the tip of which drooped downwards.

"wind."

A gentle breeze wafted around the puppet, which then charged into the crowd like lightning, killing one person at a time!

A thug slashed at it with his knife, leaving a shallow mark, and then the impact made its hand go numb.

Ordinary swords are like paper toys in the face of the puppet's defense, utterly laughable.

At this moment, Celia, who was secretly observing, did not look well as she witnessed the carnage caused by the puppets.

Fortunately, she didn't see it with her own eyes; she only saw it through Ross's mental power.

Watching the puppet move about as if it were nothing, Celia couldn't help but say, "Without puppets, a sorcerer might be beaten to death by ordinary people because of exhaustion of magic power, but with puppets, ordinary people have no ability to resist at all."

"Mr. Ross previously said that modern sorcerers' emphasis on puppets and neglect of themselves is putting the cart before the horse, but if Enars didn't have puppets, she wouldn't have been able to take revenge at all, would she?"

Ross nodded: "You're right. Puppets are war machines. There's nothing wrong with mechanization, but that's only in the context of the battlefield. You need to consider what would happen if you were approached by the enemy or their puppets in peacetime. Improving yourself is definitely the right thing to do."

"But if the enemy gets past the puppet and gets close, doesn't that mean we can't win at all? And if they get close, there's no way to escape, right?"

Ross stared at Celia: "You may not know this, but even with today's advanced puppet technology, there are ways to sever the connection between the puppet and the sorcerer."