Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

He looked at Krishnamurti and asked, "Tell me, why are you here, and why did you get into a conflict with a sorcerer you don't know?"

"I……"

Chris hesitated before recounting the events. He said that he was passing by when he heard a commotion. He came in and saw a girl committing a crime. Just as he was about to carry out his justice, he was stopped by a mysterious sorcerer who then became entangled with him and even froze his feet.

After being thoroughly beaten by Winter, Chrisis finally recounted the events that followed when Celia stopped him.

After listening, Winter pondered for a moment, "This mysterious sorcerer must be that girl's backer. Only in this way could that girl dare to slaughter the people of the Flame Sun Society with such impunity, despite only being a first-tier sorcerer."

Chrisis nodded repeatedly, "That's right. When that girl went to Warm Tavern to kill someone, I was wondering why there were so many sorcerers in the Sun Society, and many of the small leaders had magic puppets, yet no one stopped her. Instead, she killed one of the small leaders."

"It must have been this mysterious sorcerer who stopped all the other sorcerers, allowing her to kill successfully."

He paused, then looked cautiously at his father, "Should we still get involved in this?"

"Manage? How can you manage?" Winter glared at him and kicked him away. "You should figure out how to fix my sword first, you stupid thing. How could I have such a stupid son? After all this time, you still don't know not to mess with strangers?"

"I……"

Chrissis opened his mouth, but dared not speak.

Damn you, Frandi, may your scorching sun perish!

……

Celia was very happy when she left.

She used up all her magic and mental energy to land that final, devastating punch, and it worked very well.

The sight of the onlookers being shocked by the fact that she could break someone's massive sword with a single punch made Celia very happy.

"Lord Ross, how was it? Wasn't I amazing!"

She even went so far as to arrogantly ask Ross for praise.

Ross then said without any politeness, "You are indeed quite impressive. You stacked up buffs for so long, exhausted your magic and mental energy, and finally broke through the opponent's armor. You were completely unharmed after defeating the opponent's puppet. You are the one."

Rossby gives a thumbs up.

Celia: "..."

She was indignant, but upon reflection, although she had smashed the other person's weapons and equipment with one punch, the other person hadn't used any magic except for enchantments. It was as if she had used all her combat resources on breaking through their defenses, resulting in zero actual damage.

"But, but, breaking someone's weapon is something most people can't do! Besides, my goal isn't to fight him. Against a greatsword master, breaking their defense is more effective than fighting them!"

“You’re right, but this is the combat strategy I told you.”

Celia fell silent.

Sigh, it's so hard to get Lord Ross to praise me!

Muttering to herself, Celia moved closer to where Enarse was.

At this point, Ainars had completed the clearing of the third location, leaving only one of her four enemies.

"Speaking of which, with this gang being slaughtered like this, why isn't their boss showing up?"

Celia was puzzled.

“They’ve already shown up; they’re waiting for Enarse at the very end,” Ross said.

"Then Enarse... I'm afraid she won't be able to defeat the opponent, will she?"

"I'm worried," Celia said.

She didn't know the strength of the leader of the Flame Sun Society, but she figured that even if he wasn't a third-tier mage, he was at least a second-tier mage. Ainars had already gone to fight in three different places, and her magic power was almost depleted. Facing the final battle with the leader in charge, she was afraid that she would be in grave danger.

"Don't worry, her owner has arrived."

“Oh… I almost forgot, Enarse has become someone else’s follower mage.”

Celia patted her head, looking somewhat melancholy.

Although following a sorcerer is much freer than being a servant, the relationship is still ultimately one of master and servant.

But the servant was his friend, and under Ross's influence, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.

“If you feel uncomfortable, just blame it all on the God-King. He’s the one who led the gods back to the feudal slave era,” Ross laughed.

Celia: "..."

Watching Enarse slowly approach the last location, the shop called Love of the Sun, Celia whispered, "I don't know who brought this, but for a sorcerer from a commoner family, becoming a follower sorcerer is the best way out."

"Those who do not become followers of sorcerers either become freelance mercenaries or become guards for merchants, both of which are more dangerous and less lucrative than becoming followers of nobles."

"Besides these three, the other professions have very high requirements. It's good enough that Ainars can live a good life..."

Ross chuckled. "Apart from mercenaries, the requirements for any other profession are very high. The requirements for being a follower of a noble are much higher than those for becoming a priestess of the Holy Court, a blacksmith, or a spellcasting apprentice. Which noble would want their follower to be a cannon fodder mage? Unless they intend to raise cannon fodder from the start."

"Hmm...is that so?" Celia didn't quite understand either. She thought becoming a noble's follower would be the easiest thing to do, because Doris had been trying to make her her follower sorcerer all the time.

"You think it's simple because you're beautiful. Many nobles like beautiful young female sorcerers, regardless of their talent. Although Ainars isn't as beautiful as you, she's still above average in looks. Do you think Norsen was attracted to her talent or her face?"

"I think so... Anyone who can get into the Holy Magic Academy isn't bad at all."

Ross didn't continue, because at that moment, Enarse had already arrived at the entrance of the Sun's Love.

Without hesitation, she went inside.

At this moment, dusk has fallen and night has descended.

Ross presented the internal situation to Celia.

Just as Ross said, a large number of members of the Sunfire Cult had gathered there, including their leader.

Dozens of sorcerers with magical puppets were already waiting in the shop, while there were also many sorcerers without magical puppets and ordinary thugs carrying weapons.

Enarse spotted one of the sorcerers at a glance. Her lips were pale, but she still spoke with murderous intent: "Marshall, your death is near!"

The guild leader stood up. “Madam, I admire your courage and strength. You may have some minor grudges with our Flame Sun Guild, but those are all in the past. I am the guild leader, Frandi, a near-third-tier mage. I formally invite you to join the Flame Sun Guild. If you join, I can forgive and forget about your destruction of the Warm Tavern and the killing of Flame Sun Guild members.”

"A minor incident? Is causing my family's ruin and death a minor incident?"

Ainars chuckled, her eyes bloodshot, her hair disheveled, and she seemed to be experiencing mental problems.

Hand over Marshall, and we'll spare your lives!

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Chapter 115 Crying

The atmosphere was tense, but in the end, a fight did not break out.

Just like Ross said, Northumbers arrived.

He made a dazzling entrance just as the two sides were about to fight, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being watched with awe by countless eyes.

Under his mediation, Marshall stepped forward and fought with Enarse.

As expected, Marshall was killed by Enarse with magic when she was in a killing frenzy. Her hands and feet were severed, which greatly shocked everyone present.

After killing them, Enarse left without looking back, as if she had lost her soul.

Under Norsen's watchful gaze, no one stopped her; they simply watched her disappear into the night.

This state made Celia frown.

She asked worriedly, "What's wrong with Ainars? She seems a bit off after taking her revenge. Could she be trying to commit suicide?"

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

Despite Northam's support, she acted like a puppet, waiting for Northam to mediate before killing Marshall and leaving with some of Marshall's belongings.

She didn't look at anyone at all, including Norsen.

Celia felt that even if she stood in front of Enarse, the other woman wouldn't even glance at her.

Something is very wrong.

Celia was a little worried, so she decided to secretly follow her to see where she was going.

She glanced inside the Love of the Sun shop. Although she was curious whether they were discussing something after Ainars left, compared to Ainars's state, those things were not important.

It's simply a matter of either negotiating and leaving directly, or raising a glass together.

Nothing fancy.

Even if you're afraid of missing out on some useful information...

Isn't there a deity here?

An omnipotent god would not miss any crucial information!

But before leaving, Celia asked Ross a question, and after Ross nodded, she quietly left without participating in the whole thing.

Following Ainars, we left Frost Town, following the familiar path and the two familiar graves.

She placed the belongings of the enemies who killed her parents in front of the two gravestones and wept softly before them.

The surroundings were completely quiet. As the night deepened and the stars twinkled, the girl's weeping appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

If Celia had come alone, she would have been terrified and wanted to run away by now.

Even with Ross to talk to, she still looked around nervously, afraid that something might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Ross rolled his eyes. "There were so many graves in Twilight Town before, and you weren't afraid of anything then."

"It's different. The scene there is like a dream. All the graves are arranged neatly and solemnly. The graves here are crooked and neglected. Who knows if there are people buried in them?"

Ross: "..."

Enarse's crying lasted for a long time.

He didn't say a word the whole time, and Celia got so bored that she had to go to Ross to ask him about something again.

"Lord Ross, do you have any useful information about that Love Tavern?"

Ross said, "First of all, it was called 'Love of the Sun,' secondly, it wasn't a tavern, it was a brothel with a casino, and finally, they didn't do any business or talk. They parted ways shortly after Enarse left, without any conflict."

"No fight broke out? That's a real shame."

Celia was very disappointed.

However, this was expected.

Celia's attention was quickly drawn to something. "That outpost we just saw was actually a brothel? What else wouldn't the Sunfire Gang do?"

"They've done everything the gangs are involved in, like gambling, extortion, robbery, pubs, brothels, and drug trafficking," Ross said casually.

In the magical world, addictive plants and drugs are more prevalent and widely used than in the world of electronic technology.

Many of these products are approved for sale in various countries because their positive effects outweigh their addictive properties. However, many others are prohibited and not recognized.

These contraband items brought huge profits to underground organizations in various places.

Although the Sun Society is just a local gang in a small town, it has no shortage of all kinds of contraband, as long as it's something you've never even heard of.

“Even more despicable than nobles.” Celia gritted her teeth and asked, “Lord Ross, I don’t want to let this Sunfire Society get away with this. Can I wipe them all out?”

"Whatever," Ross said indifferently. "Since you've seen it, it's just a side thing. But you need to know that this alone won't solve the problem. If one Sun Society falls, another Sun Society, Summer Society, and other gangs will emerge."

"why?"

"Because it's profitable."

"...Did Lord Ross ever crack down on gangs during his reign?"

Ross pondered for a moment, searching his mind for words related to gangs, and then said, "There were many before I successfully ruled the continent. After I ruled, I didn't deliberately try to eliminate them, and they just disappeared on their own. I don't know if there are any in small places, but there aren't any in the general area."

"How did you eliminate them?"

"It's very simple. As long as everyone feels that working is more worthwhile than risking their lives, no one will want to join the gang."

As he spoke, Ross chuckled, “Whether it’s eliminating nobles or gangs, the Saintess’s status alone isn’t enough, or rather, even the Pope’s position isn’t enough… Oh, I mean the Holy Lord of the Holy Court.”

"What level would be enough? To become an emperor?"

"Not enough."

"That……"

"You need to be invincible, unrestrained, and able to bring benefits to everyone to be enough."

"..."

As she spoke, Enarse slowly stopped crying.