Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Celia was taken aback. "Severing the connection with the puppet? I've never heard of any spell that can do that."

"Because that's not magic, that's divine magic."

"Isn't this a bit too far removed from my life...?"

"Yes, so I plan to downgrade divine magic and develop a spell-level skill that can instantly sever the connection between the puppet and the sorcerer."

"???"

Chapter 110 Robbery—no, law enforcement!

"A spell that can instantly sever the connection between the sorcerer and the puppet..."

Celia found the thought terrifying.

No wonder it's called divine magic.

The girl quickly replied, "I understand. The most important thing is for the sorcerer to cultivate himself."

"Well, that's good to know."

After a chat, the situation inside the tavern had changed.

The puppet's ability to subvert ordinary people quickly caused the once-arrogant thugs to collapse like a house of cards.

Seeing that clubs and swords could not seriously damage the puppets, while the puppets' enchanted knives could easily cut through their flesh and bones, with each cut causing serious injury or even death to one person, the remaining people were filled with fear.

The sprayed blood accidentally splattered on my face, and I instinctively licked it; the salty, fishy taste was the best way to induce fear.

Countless thugs scattered and fled.

The entire tavern was in complete chaos.

The ordinary customers who were watching the play also hurriedly left when they saw Ainars killing people in her way, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

The dancers who had been swaying their hips on stage had long since fled in a panic.

Amid the chaos and trampling, only a few people approached Enarse and stood in her way.

A man with burn marks on his face glanced warily at the stopped puppet, then looked at Enars: "Who are you? Why did you break into the Warm Tavern and start killing? Don't you know this is Lord Winter's territory? He's a third-tier swordsman, you're slapping him in the face!"

"Are you also members of the Sunfire Society?" Ainars asked instead of answering.

"Does Your Excellency have some kind of grudge against Yan Ri?" another person asked.

"Yes or no?"

"That's right, we are from the Sunfire Society. We advise you to stop immediately, or we will show you that mages are not invincible."

Enarse looked at the person lying down and suddenly laughed, "Even in this state, you still have such thoughts? It's not impossible."

She stared at one of them. "Hand over the heads of Dokara, Lawson, Marshall, and Masaka, and I can pause the operation."

The person being stared at paused for a moment, then stepped forward, seemingly remembering something, and widened their eyes.

"You...you're the girl who ran away a year ago?"

“Masaka, it’s great that you’re here. I don’t have to go through all that trouble to look for you.”

The puppet, which had stopped, raised its knife again.

Masaka's expression changed. "We can't let it get close. She's insane. Handing me over won't help; she'll still kill us all!"

However, the others had already taken a step back.

A voice reached Masaka's ears:

“Masaka, this seems to be your enemy. You should handle her yourself.”

“That’s right, Masaka, we didn’t bring any puppets with us. You hold her off for now, and we’ll help you when the puppets arrive.”

They're right. Their puppet is at home, not far from here, and it won't be long before it arrives.

This is generally the case.

But Masaka backed away impatiently: "Why haven't they arrived yet? They usually arrive pretty quickly."

The others were stunned for a moment, then quickly sensed where their puppets were.

Then, their expressions changed.

Why isn't my puppet moving?

"My puppet has stopped moving too."

"I have to go check it out!"

"I am coming too!"

When Masaka saw that the people who had been standing with him had run away, he angrily shouted, "Bastards, how could you leave me behind and run away? Wait for me!"

"Still want to leave?"

Enarse's voice, like that of a demon, reached Masaka's ears.

The puppet had already reached him and plunged a knife into his calf.

The girl's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light.

She licked her lips, slowly approached, and manipulated the puppet to cut all the flesh off Masaka's calf along the bone.

"You will pay tenfold for how you treated my father!"

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, Celia clapped her hands as she looked at the several puppets frozen in place in front of her.

"These troublesome guys, stay out of the way and just stay here."

As she spoke, Celia looked in the direction of the tavern: "Their owners should be arriving soon, right?"

“They’re here,” Ross said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Celia saw five people rushing out of the tavern and then running in this direction.

The five people paused for a moment when they saw Celia, then looked at the five magical puppets in the corner that resembled piles of metal scraps, and all showed expressions of shock.

They all recognized it as their puppet.

"Who...who are you? Why did you break our puppet?"

Celia said righteously, "This is your puppet? Very well, I've finally found the rightful owner."

The five men exchanged glances, not daring to make any rash moves.

Because their fighting power is all in Celia's hands.

Without the puppets, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

The fact that the other side could imprison the puppet was something that they couldn't possibly defeat.

Perhaps the chairman will have to come?

Everyone thought.

"Your puppets were rampaging through the street, causing injuries to some people. The worst part is that they didn't stop even after the injuries occurred, which constitutes a hit-and-run. Luckily, I happened to be passing by and caught them in time."

"W-what?"

The five people were stunned on the spot.

Someone blurted out, "Aren't you that person's accomplice?"

"What accomplice?" Celia tilted her head and blinked.

"N-nothing," the other person quickly shut up.

It's good that they're not accomplices.

Everyone could see the relaxation in each other's eyes.

A sorcerer said in a friendly manner, "We apologize for any offense our puppets may have caused you. Please forgive us and we will not do such a thing again."

"Just an apology and that's it?" Celia asked, hands on her hips.

At the same time, she nervously asked Ross in her mind, "Lord Ross, are we really going to do this? I feel like I'm...robbing someone?"

“That’s right… oh no, you’re maintaining order. As the representative of the Holy Court, you have the right to punish those who break the law.” Ross instigated Celia, “For example, these five puppets, relying on their status as sorcerers and the special nature of puppets, are recklessly charging around and ignoring traffic rules. They should be severely punished as typical examples.”

"Then... how much should the fine be?"

"10 gold coins per person, shall we?"

"10...10 gold coins? They couldn't possibly have that, could they?"

Despite her doubts, Celia outwardly declared righteously, "If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having law enforcement knights? Your actions are serious; you are suspected of inciting a mob to engage in horse racing, and you should be severely punished as a typical example!"

“On behalf of the Holy Court… and Lord Winter, I hereby impose a fine of 10 gold coins on each of you. Only after you have paid the fine can you take your puppets away.”

"10 gold coins?"

Everyone gasped.

"What the hell... are you robbing me?"

Having already spoken her words, Celia no longer felt any psychological pressure.

She slowly played with the parts she had taken off the puppet.

"You don't have to pay."

Chapter 111 I got up and killed him in one strike.

Celia felt that this method was very unethical.

But looking at the 50 gold coins in his hand, it didn't seem so unacceptable.

The other party is a ruthless gangster.

The girl felt as if something inside her had shattered.

Rose's smile seemed to turn into mockery, a mockery of her downfall.

50 gold coins are too hot to handle.

So Celia held on tightly.

It turns out there really are things that are easier to make money than painstakingly making scrolls... Where can fighting and killing be faster than robbing?

"I still don't understand. This is clearly robbery, so why did they obediently hand over the money? Are all gangsters this rich?"

Ross laughed and said, "Of course. These ruthless gangs may not have a lot of money, but they have plenty of small change. When I was in Tier 1 or 2, I would go to them to spend money whenever I was short of cash, and it always helped ease my financial burden."

Celia: "..."

As expected of... an evil god.

Originally, Celia never expected those five people to actually contribute money.

Her goal was to stop them and allow Enarse to advance her revenge mission by a quarter of the way.

To my utter surprise, they actually paid.

With no reason to keep their puppets, Celia reluctantly accepted the money and released them.

"This puts more pressure on Enarse, and I need to be ready to step in and help at any time."

The girl watched as the five people, carrying the puppet, walked towards the tavern.

But just as she was about to follow, she suddenly paused.

She saw the five people suddenly turn a corner, not enter the tavern, but instead... run away?

She rushed over to check the situation.

The fire spread throughout the entire tavern.

This is what Celia saw.

A strong magical energy emanated from the air, with elements of fire and wind spreading outwards from the central campfire, slowly enveloping the entire tavern.

The woman who emerged from the tavern was a veritable war goddess from hell.

"That's too ruthless, Enarse, you just burned down the tavern."