Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 108 Tracking and Conflict

the next day.

After packing her bag and putting away the puppet, Celia asked Ross for help in locating Enarse before leaving the school. She disguised herself in a secluded place before heading out to find Enarse.

Enarse returned in the Pegasus Flying Car provided by Norsen, which was very fast.

Celia didn't want to waste the money on the flying mount, and she was also worried that the rented flying mount and aircraft wouldn't be able to keep up with the Pegasus Flying Carriage, so she chose to find Benovia and ask her to help her take a ride on the Holy Winged Unicorn.

The Holy Winged Unicorn was much faster than the Pegasus Chariot. Celia bypassed Enars and had Benovia take her to Frost Town ahead of time, where she waited.

Benovia agreed to Celia's request without hesitation, took Celia to Frost Town, and left without asking any questions.

Celia wanted to give her some money for the ride, but the other person seemed to be in a hurry and turned around and ran away after she jumped out of the car.

Upon seeing that Celia had arrived early and was waiting, Ross couldn't help but laugh and say, "Aren't you afraid that Enarse won't show up in the end?"

"She'll definitely come. She knows I'll come to Frosttown with her. If she doesn't..."

Well, Celia won't do anything either; she just won't interfere anymore.

Celia tightened her down coat, determined her direction, and headed towards the Mercenary Guild.

"Winter has arrived here early! It's so cold. Luckily, I wore warm clothes in advance."

Sixteen-year-old Celia was almost fully developed; her 165cm height, even under her thick coat, still revealed a slender figure, small and petite.

Amidst the biting wind, Celia arrived at the Mercenary Guild and sat inside for a long time before getting up and leaving at Ross's prompting.

"Your good friend has arrived."

"Where?"

Ross didn't speak, but gave Celia a direction.

Celia moved swiftly and soon arrived at the location. Disguised as an ordinary passerby, she stood diagonally across the street, watching the flying car parked on the street, and Ainars and Norsen getting out of it.

After exchanging a few words with Enarse, Norsen got back into the carriage, waved to her, and left.

"Nosen isn't coming along?" Celia asked in surprise.

“Going along makes it less of a private revenge,” Ross smiled. “It’s the same as if you didn’t come with her.”

Upon reflection, Celia realized that this was indeed the case.

“This Norsen didn’t leave. He got off at a mansion. Shall we go check him out and maybe do some Robin Hood-style charity?” Ross suggested.

Celia shook her head. "I don't steal or rob. I risk my life, and the money I make isn't even as much as I would from selling scrolls for two days."

Ross couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Last time I went to cause trouble for the Twilight Cult, I worked so hard but only managed to steal a few gold coins from the boatman. The rest of the time I was rushing around and ended up spending a lot of money.

As a result, by focusing on drawing magic scrolls these past few days, I've earned much more money than I would have earned from conquering strongholds.

Ignoring the acquisition of materials, this stark contrast solidified Celia's resolve to make money by crafting scrolls.

She was even quite confused.

"Making money is so easy, why doesn't anyone do it?"

Ross didn't answer, but instead gave her a task: "Go and experience making potions for a day to earn money."

Then she understood.

"Oh, so it's because I'm a rune genius!"

"..."

On the other side, after watching the flying car leave, Ainars went to the flower shop and bought two bouquets of flowers. The flowers had magical marks on them, meaning that they had waited from summer to winter with the help of magic, and finally came into Ainars's hands.

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 beside her. "Huh? Aren't you... the magical genius from 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!

(End of this chapter)