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

Chapter 249 The God of Elves... Did he die for Lord Ross?
The staircase from the eleventh to the twelfth floor was still full of malice, even though the eleventh floor had opened up a separate little world for Elena to deliver the relics of the Elf God.

Fortunately, after experiencing the series of malicious traps below, Celia did not feel that the owner of the ruins was benevolent just because the eleventh floor was delivering something to Elena. She decisively consulted Ross and, after receiving the answer that there were still traps, showed an expression of "I knew it."

Afterwards, with Ross's guidance, they successfully reached the twelfth floor.

This is the last floor of the entire central tower, a floor that all adventurers can see shining brightly from outside the castle.

When Celia and Elena reached the twelfth floor, they didn't see any light. What they saw was a room with a similar layout to the lower floors, which looked like a classical nobleman's reception room.

Sofa, table, fireplace, chandelier... and a portrait on the fireplace.

It made Celia almost think she had returned to the sixth floor.

However, unlike the one below, the table in this living room is laden with a large amount of abundant food.

Foie gras, turkey, caviar, various salads, applesauce, sandwiches... all sorts of dishes that you can name are laid out on the table.

Directly in front of the table and the fireplace stood a man dressed in a black tailcoat and a top hat, holding a cane, his back to Celia and Elena, looking at the portrait on the fireplace.

When Celia and Elena entered the living room, he slowly turned his head, revealing a young man with a muscular physique, similar to the one in the portrait but looking younger.

His tuxedo could barely contain his muscles.

"Welcome, guests from the Elven race, and... guests from the Holy Court."

He took his seat at the head of the table and gestured to the two of them: "Please take your seats. Let us have a hearty dinner first, and then we can talk about other things."

Celia looked at the dinner and felt her mouth watering uncontrollably, but she dared not touch it.

These are ancient relics; who knows if these delicacies have also been sitting here for a thousand years?

Ross's voice came through: "It's alright, eat up, it's all fresh."

Celia was relieved and gestured to Elena with her eyes before thanking the owner of the ruins and sitting down in the seats reserved for them.

The owner of the ruins said, "Let me introduce myself. I am Jonathan. I have many identities, and being a friend of the Elf God is one of them. You don't need to know my other identities; just know that I am a friend of the Elf God."

As he spoke, he looked at Celia with a puzzled expression: "This friend from the Holy Court has a feeling that I am very familiar with."

"Hello, my name is Celia. Sorry to bother you," Celia said politely.

“My name is Elena. Thank you, Lord Jonathan, for keeping the relics of the Elf God safe.”

Elena's gratitude was sincere.

Although Jonathan had a wicked sense of humor when creating the ruins, she was still sincerely grateful for his continued presence here in order to return the relics of the Elf God to the Elf race.

"What you want to say, finish dinner first," Jonathan said, a half-smile playing on his lips. "What? You're afraid to eat?"

If Ross hadn't reminded her, Celia really wouldn't have dared to eat it, at least Elena wouldn't have dared—thank you as much, but Jonathan's ruins were rife with malice, who knew if there was poison in this food...

Then she saw Celia eating heartily, seemingly without any pressure.

Elena paused for a moment, hesitated, but out of trust in Celia, she also decided to eat.

Throughout the journey, they relied on Celia's mysterious guidance, which seemed to come from divine inspiration.

Otherwise, she might still be struggling against the staircase trap leading to the second floor on the first floor.

The meal ended quickly.

After Celia and Elena stopped, Jonathan waved his hand, and all the cutlery on the table floated away from the table as if someone had lifted it up.

This scene stunned Celia for a moment, but upon closer inspection, she couldn't sense any magic similar to a mage's hand supporting the plates beneath them.

Ross chuckled, "This is his control over the ruins as the owner of the ruins, it has nothing to do with the Mage's Hand." Celia suddenly understood.

Jonathan looked at Elena and smiled, "Miss Elena, please ask whatever you want to ask."

Elena hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Lord Jonathan, I'd like to ask, Goddess... whom did she go to the 'Underworld' to save?"

Jonathan looked at Elena and said calmly, "Your current strength is not enough to know the answer to this question. Just know that that person is worth the Elf God's willingness to risk his life to save. When you have grown to at least the sixth rank, come back here and I will answer your question."

Elena was stunned.

As if realizing something, Celia, who was listening in, asked in her mind, "Lord Ross... could he be talking about you?"

Ross, unusually, did not answer immediately but remained silent.

With this in mind, Celia had her answer.

A mix of emotions welled up inside her that were hard to put into words.

Ross's voice came through: "I don't know if she did it for me, but I will go to the Underworld myself to confirm with Hela."

While Celia and Ross were talking, Elena paused for a moment, then asked, "My God, besides giving me this, did you leave any other instructions?"

Jonathan nodded: "She hopes you will take good care of her belongings. In the future, find someone who can inherit her power and give the belongings to them. She hopes that the person who can inherit her power is you."

Elena nodded emphatically: "I will try my best! I still have some questions..."

Elena asked many questions, all about what the Elf God did before and after leaving.

When asked the final question, Elena could no longer hold back her tears.

Seeing her loyalty, even Celia fell silent.

She couldn't help but ask herself, if the gods were like this, would she shed tears?
No?
can you?

Probably not.

The Holy See has far too many gods.

However, Elena's behavior was somewhat strange, as if the Elf God was not her deity, but rather her parents.

That's a bit too devout...

Celia remembered Elena saying that she had never seen the God of Elves in all her life.

Perhaps this is what the Elf race is all about.

Celia didn't understand.

After asking the questions, Elena's spirits sank again; she lowered her head and remained silent.

The entire living room fell silent.

Since Celia was already there, she figured she might as well ask her something.
Just as she was about to ask a question, she suddenly heard a snap of fingers.

Looking up, I realized it was Ross who snapped his fingers.

After that, Elena, who had been keeping her head down and silent, suddenly slumped onto the table and fell asleep.

Rose's figure slowly emerged.

“Jonathan, long time no see, you still have the same wicked sense of humor.”

(End of this chapter)