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

Chapter 269 The class with the best relationship with the Holy Maiden?
Seeing Doris dismissed with just a few words, Celia fell into deep thought.

"Doris seems to have gotten dumber; she managed to fool me like that."

Ross chuckled, "Her attitude towards you has changed since the last time the Lost Lighthouse was destroyed. Now she wags her tail at the slightest thing you say."

Celia shuddered: "That was clearly Mr. Ross's doing, what does it have to do with me! No, Doris's attitude is disgusting, I must find a way to make her understand that the one she likes isn't me, but Mr. Ross..."

As she was speaking, Celia suddenly paused, then shook her head: "Forget it, let her be. Just stay away from her."

After saying that, she stopped caring about Doris's situation and continued to practice the puppet storage spell seriously, carefully feeling the flow of magic within it.

……

The registration proceeded as scheduled the next day.

Because the number of students is not very large, the reporting is the same for each grade.

Celia, who had already moved up to the second grade, arrived at the registration point. The school auditorium was already filled with many people.

The school's auditorium resembles a temple's prayer hall, with rows of seats and a raised platform in front, upon which sits a huge statue.

The statue does not have detailed facial features, and it is impossible to tell who it represents from the statue. However, unlike the unknown statues of the Heroic Order, this statue is marked with the marks of the gods, making it instantly recognizable as a deity from the Holy Court.

After Ross's explanation, Celia understood the purpose of the mark—

The gods placed a lock on the statue, locking away the power of faith within. Only a god with the key can connect to the statue and access the power of faith within.

"For second grade, and then third, fourth and fifth grade, the registration for the start of school will be the same. It will be held together with the ceremony in this auditorium. It's completely different from the first grade. I'll tell you the specifics later when everyone is here."

Abros, the instructor of the puppet training class, stood beneath the statue, his voice reaching everyone's ears.

More and more students entered, and Celia looked around and saw Benovia, Phil, and others.

Benovia also saw her, smiled slightly, and sat down next to her.

"You're here early, Celia."

"Good morning, Benovia, too."

Seeing Benovia walk over, Anko adjusted his glasses and came over as well.

Phil hesitated for a moment, then came over and sat down.

Finally, it was Doris's turn. Seeing Benovia on the left, Anko on the right, and Phil beside her, she couldn't help but snort before sitting down next to Benovia.

She looked at the candidates for sainthood and asked coldly, "Are you all alright? As competitors, why are you sitting together?"

Benovia smiled and said, "Celia and I hit it off immediately. We've discussed the gods together and are already good friends. The results of the Saintess election won't affect our relationship."

"I'm not interested in the position of saintess; I'm more interested in whether Celia has any connection with that deity," Benovia thought to herself.

An Ke said, "Don't look at me, I'll sit wherever I want."

Celia and Benovia are sitting together; who knows if they're plotting something? I need to come and keep an eye on things, Anke thought. Phil said, "I'll let them come."

"That feeling from yesterday couldn't be wrong. That mysterious benefactor who claims to be Ross feels very similar to the feeling I had for Celia yesterday. I have to be sure if he's really Celia in disguise," Phil thought.

Doris snorted: "Since you're all here, if I hadn't come, you might have ganged up on me and knocked me out of the game."

The situation of Celia and her group of five also caught the attention of the instructors in the front row. They observed the atmosphere among the five and were somewhat surprised.

Elena said to the mentor next to her, "This year's Saintess is probably the one with the best relationship. It seems the principal's strategy is quite good."

The meditation instructor next to him, Nelson, nodded and exclaimed, "In the past, the election of the Holy Maiden emphasized competition from beginning to end. As a result, the Holy Maiden who won in the end did not get along well with the others. When the others joined the Holy Court, it always caused the Holy Maiden's various measures to be unable to be implemented properly."

Flight instructor Regis chuckled, “They seem to be doing well now because their strengths complement each other. It’s not time for fierce competition yet. When they reach fourth or fifth grade and successfully reach the fourth level, they’ll realize it’s different from before.”

Elena said, "Isn't it good as it is now? But it seems that Celia is more popular. When they talk, they can't help but look at Celia... Maybe by then, Celia will have grown to the point where the other candidates are convinced and can be nominated by others as the saint without damaging relationships."

"That couldn't be better."

Abros walked over and said, “What you’re saying is all wrong. The principal isn’t considering their future competition. That’s too far ahead. As long as they want to become saintesses, the competition will definitely exist. Whether the relationship will worsen or not is not something we can see right now. The principal’s goal is the Sorcerer League in July.”

Elena was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise, "The Mage League? Does that mean we'll have five Saintesses form a team to compete in team matches?"

Abros nodded and smiled, "I was just guessing. After all, in recent years, with the decline of the Holy Court, many genius mages have emerged from other empires, elves, and orcs. They have shone brightly in both team and individual competitions. The Holy Magic Academy has not won the championship for several years. As the principal, I think he must really want to win the championship trophy this year, whether it is individually or as a team."

Regis said, "This year's competition should be held in the Northern Alliance? The Northern Alliance has been making some underhanded moves recently, trying to get the Saintess to form a team to participate. We can't predict what will happen. The Holy Court probably won't agree either. Although the Saintess participated in previous years, most of them didn't."

“Things have changed in recent years,” Abros sighed. “The Holy Court’s control has been declining year after year, so maybe they really have agreed… but that’s just speculation. We’ll see how the headmaster arranges things.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the time and said, "It's almost time."

Abros stood up, went to the front, under the statue, and looked down at the noisy students below.

His voice reached everyone's ears.

"The auditorium will be sealed off in the last five minutes. Anyone who has not yet entered will have 10 points deducted and will be banned from participating in this ceremony."

The students became agitated and began contacting those who hadn't come.

Five minutes passed quickly, and Abros suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura of his rank, pressing down on all the students.

In an instant, the entire auditorium fell silent.

Abros's voice reached everyone's ears.

"Dear students, welcome back. I am your mentor, Abros. From today onwards, you are second-year students. Celebrate! Let us pray to God with the most sincere hearts, so that God may know your efforts and sweat. After the prayer, you will begin a brand new life."

With the ceremony and prayers, Celia's second year of school began.

(End of this chapter)