Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

“Okay, let’s go, it’s my treat.” Enarse readily agreed.

"How could I let you treat me? I'll treat you. Eat as much as you want, don't worry about anything." Celia took the lead and walked out of the school.

Enarse has returned to her original state, which is good.

……

the next day.

The highly anticipated practical assessment is here.

The students, who had a miserable day yesterday, were already waiting outside the exam hall, discussing who would win the top spot in the entire grade.

"There are ten classes in the first grade. So far, there has been no exchange of scores, and we don't know which class is the best."

"I think the most prestigious class is definitely the one that's listed separately. The other nine classes are all numbered, so how can they be as special as the prestigious class?"

"Forget it, the elite classes are for young masters who aren't even qualified to go to school; they can only get in through donations."

"But even these noble young masters who entered through such means are still better than us ordinary students who have no money in our first year."

"That's true. We can only catch up with them after the second year. Right now, they are definitely stronger."

"Wrong. The nobles in the 'regular class' are even more powerful. They are much more capable than the good-for-nothings in the noble class."

"I heard there are candidates for Saintess this year? Then the top five will definitely be dominated by Saintess candidates."

"What? Is it time for the Saintess selection again? They're definitely going to dominate the rankings. They're the most talented girls the Holy Court has gathered from all over the world. Putting everything else aside, they're guaranteed to get full marks in Holy Word Arts, while we'd be lucky to even pass."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

"..."

Celia, wearing a thick coat and a hood, with only her eyes showing, listened to the people around her discussing who was the best in this year's competition.

These are all first-year students.

The older students didn't take their exams at the same time as them; some had already finished, while others waited until the older students finished before starting theirs.

This situation allows students to speak freely without barriers, and even strangers can have a conversation.

She noticed someone mention that there were ten classes in the first grade, and couldn't help but do the math in her head.

"Assuming there are about 30 students per class, and 300 students in the first grade, the whole school should have 1500 students?"

Celia exclaimed, "Wow, so many!"

“One of the top magic schools in the entire country, 1500 isn’t a lot,” Ross said. “My school back then, even the second-tier schools had more than 10,000 students.”

“Ten thousand people? That’s too many,” Celia exclaimed.

"Ten thousand students isn't a lot. After all, it's a vocational college, and it can't compare to a comprehensive university."

"I can't imagine it..."

Time quickly came for the exam, and Celia checked in on her wristband. Soon, her number appeared.

Examination room number 10, candidate number 24.

"On the 24th, based on a three-minute time limit per match, plus preparation time... it will probably take about two hours for it to get to me."

After thinking it over, Celia decided to first investigate the strength of the other Saintess candidates.

She began searching through ten testing sites.

She quickly identified her first target.

Phil Farrow, one of the other two candidates who has remained shrouded in mystery.

The five candidates for sainthood were not in the same class, but were distributed among nine classes.

Phil Falhosia didn't even know which class she was in, and she barely interacted with her. Her only impression of her was that she had worn a very distinctive priest's robe during the preliminary assessment.

In the Holy Court, priests are divided into many types, the most classic being those responsible for healing and those responsible for judgment, respectively called Holy Priests and Judgment Priests. This is a Light-type priest.

In addition, there are water-type priests and nature-type priests, each with their own corresponding titles and their own preferred healing spells, which provide additional healing bonuses for specific illnesses and magical damage.

Priests who possess medical skills and combine them with magic to treat difficult and common diseases are called practicing priests.

“Pharos seems to be a very famous duke, known as the guiding light of the Ishtar Empire... and also the apple of the eye of a noble family.”

Phil's exam room is room number 2, and he is the second in line. This information is directly projected onto the exam room screen.

This exam is open to all students.

When Celia arrived at exam room number 2, she found that there were many more people watching there than in other places.

As Celia approached, she overheard everyone discussing Phil, who was about to take the stage.

"Phil... seems to be quite popular?"

Thinking it over, Celia waited patiently, and soon she saw Phil come on stage.

White hair, red eyes, and a slightly sickly expression, giving off the vibe of a frail young lady.

"Is this Phil?"

Celia was confused.

Soon, Ross's words made her eyes widen.

"What? Phil has been severely contaminated?"

Chapter 126 Philpharos

In Celia's memory, Phil Farrow, like her, had black hair and black eyes.

Although they had little contact and rarely met, they were still competitors, and Celia still knew a bit about the others.

However, after not seeing him for so long, Phil surprised her.

Ross's affirmation only deepened her confusion.

Why was Phil so deeply affected by the pollution?

As a Holy Maiden of the Holy Court, even if she was prepared, it was still an extremely outrageous thing.

Celia felt that even if she went deep into the abyss, such as the Deep Sea Aid Society's stronghold last time, with that kind of dense pollution, she could walk around it safely even without Ross.

Even if she allows pollution to invade her body, she can quickly purify it once it's gone.

The White Whale of the Sea, as a monster from the abyss, must be very polluting, right?

In this way, after eating shark fin, Celia was able to eliminate all the pollution in just one day—of course, only after eating a very small amount.

No matter how she thought about it, Celia couldn't understand why Phil had been so contaminated.

Unfortunately, the distance was too great for her to get a close look at Phil's level of contamination.

After thinking it over, Celia decided to ask Ross for help.

"Lord Ross, do you know why Phil's body is so heavily contaminated? Could it be that she dug up and ate the beluga whale you disposed of?"

“Great idea, if that’s the case, I have to give her a thumbs up.”

Ross carefully observed Phil's condition, pondered for a moment, and said, "Although her condition seems serious, it hasn't affected her activities or caused a significant weakening of her mental strength... Interesting, it's like she deliberately allowed the contamination to invade."

"Deliberately allowing pollution to invade?" Celia frowned, puzzled.

"You'll only know the specifics if you meet her in person. If you're curious, you can arrange a time with her after she leaves the stage."

"As the future saintess, I cannot stand idly by and watch someone be corrupted."

Celia made up her mind.

Just then, she heard a familiar voice beside her.

“Phil Pharos, the daughter of Duke Pharos, was praised by the Holy Lord as the kindest child when she was chosen as a candidate for sainthood.”

Celia turned her head and saw Benovia coming to her side.

Benovia turned her head and looked at Celia. "She was preparing for the priest exam during the preliminary exam, and now she has passed the exam and become a holy priest."

"He actually became a holy priest?" Celia asked in surprise.

“She is very compatible with the light element, her mastery of Holy Word is superior to ours, and given her personality, it’s no surprise that she became a holy priest.”

Celia nodded and asked in return, "Why are you telling me all this?"

“I’m telling you about your competitors; I’m guessing you only have a superficial understanding of the other candidates.”

Celia: "...I do know a little bit!"

“You really only have a little bit of knowledge. Although I’m not very interested in the position of Saintess, I will still do my homework,” Benovia said.

"Then you must know me very well?" Celia asked curiously.

"I don't know much about you, I only know the surface. I only know that you have great talent in runes and that you seem to have wiped out several heretical strongholds. You are simply a natural heretic nemesis."

As she spoke, Benovia sighed, "If the Holy Court wants to wipe out all heretics, I think choosing you as the Holy Maiden would definitely be a good option."

Celia rolled her eyes: "That's as if the Holy See doesn't want heretics to disappear."

"Who knows?"

Benovia remained noncommittal, glancing towards the stage.

“Phil’s hair and pupils have changed, which is largely related to the pollution. She once independently completed a purification of a deeply polluted area, targeting the most vulnerable civilians. However, I can say with certainty that this treatment did not cause her to be corrupted by the pollution.”

At this moment, Phil on the field had already launched an attack on the mentor's puppet.

As the attack unfolded, Celia and Benovia, who were off the field, felt the polluted aura emanating from her more directly.

Only the students around them, who hadn't mastered the Holy Word technique, didn't sense the intense pollution and were even marveling at it.

"Phil is so beautiful. I heard that she used to have black hair and black eyes, but something happened to change her to this. But Phil looks really good now."

"She looked like she was sick; her skin was so pale it was almost bloodless. I would be scared if I saw her like that, but with her, I just wanted to take good care of her."

"She doesn't need your protection. She's currently using second-tier light magic, Holy Light Strike. She's turned a first-tier Holy Light spell that can only blind people into a Holy Light strike that can cause damage. Only a second-tier mage can do that."

"She's too strong. It's said that she's the legendary candidate for Holy Maiden. Could all the candidates for Holy Maiden be at the second tier?"

"Second-tier is a basic requirement for a candidate saintess, you don't even know that?"

"The battles of second-tier mages are a feast for the eyes."

"..."

Listening to the voices around her, Celia watched Phil's battle while replying to Benovia: "She may have deliberately allowed the contamination to enter her body. Look at her, although she looks very sick, she is not weak at all in battle, which means that her mental power has not been affected by the contamination."

Benovia nodded. "It seems that's true. Even after being corrupted, her combat abilities are still very strong, although not as strong as Celia's."

Celia: "?"

Why are you using me to put down others?

But the words came back again.

Judging solely from Phil's performance in combat, Celia concluded that he was indeed not as strong as her.

A mage's hand can kill it instantly.

You can even beat them without a mage.

But Celia wouldn't underestimate her because of that, because—

"She's a priest, not good at fighting, so she can't compare to Miss Benovia."

Benovia nodded in agreement. "That's right. If we're going to compare, it should be me against you, but I can't beat you. Among the candidates for Saintess, Celia's combat strength is stronger than all of ours combined, right?"

"Where did you get this ridiculous conclusion?" Celia turned around, her face full of confusion. "You're the one who's better than me."

Benovia smiled and said, "I guessed, but it's a fact that I can't beat you, it's not a guess."

Celia believed that Benovia was trying to flatter her to her detriment.

Although she felt comfortable being treated like this, Celia also became wary.

You think you can flatter me to death? No way!

"By the way, the next match is Anke's. Miss Celia, would you like to watch it together?"

"Look."

Celia readily agreed.