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

Chapter 125 Ten Exams in One Day
Before we knew it, it was time for the exam.

On the first day, all the written exams were piled up together, and time was very tight. Each course's written exam only had 50 minutes to answer questions, and after a ten-minute break, the next exam would begin immediately.

As Ross said, the written test content has low weight, which is why only a small amount of time is needed to answer it, and the written test content for ten courses can be completed in one day.

Even so, when she left her last exam in the evening, Celia felt her hands were a little numb.

Looking around, every student's hand was trembling.

Everyone wore expressions of relief.

"This exam is terrible, can't we have one more day?"

"Writing exam papers for 10 hours straight, thank goodness we are sorcerers, otherwise our hands would have been ruined."

"Luckily, the mage's code of conduct isn't ranked at the bottom, otherwise I would definitely have failed."

I feel like I'm going to fail the last three exams.

May the gods protect me.

"..."

Hearing the surrounding classmates discussing the matter, Celia's anxiety eased slightly.

Enarse walked up and asked, "Celia, how did your exam go?"

"It's alright, I should be able to pass," Celia said.

"For you, it's just a passing grade, isn't it? The other candidates are all aiming for a perfect score," Aina said worriedly.

Celia laughed and said, "It's alright. The main thing is that I didn't pray to the gods. If I had prayed to the gods, I would definitely have been full of confidence."

The so-called prayer to the gods was, of course, asking Ross for help.

If Ross were to speak, she would definitely get a perfect score without even having to think.

Unfortunately, Ross didn't say a word during her exam; he just watched and didn't tell her whether she was right or wrong.

Of course, Celia wouldn't ask what the answer to the Rose Problem was.

If you rely on the gods for such a small matter, then what kind of saintess are you?
The saint is a bridge connecting the divine, not a parasite that relies on the divine!
“Let’s go out for a nice meal to celebrate finishing the written exam, Enarse,” Celia suggested.

She hasn't touched the 50 gold coins she earned from scrolls and the 50 gold coins she earned in Frosthold by "accepting fines" yet, as she's been preparing for exams and hasn't had time to spend them.

Besides, there are quite a few loose silver coins, so there's no need to rely on the cafeteria's free meals anymore; you can go out and eat on your own.

It's not that we're rich and extravagant, it's just that the food in the cafeteria... isn't very tasty.

“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? It's 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?"

(End of this chapter)