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

Chapter 272 I'm entrusting this to Lord Ross!
"He attacked me?" Celia asked, puzzled. "Haven't he been making moves all along? He just stopped after I reached Tier 2."

Ross laughed and said, "It's different. When I say 'take action,' I mean actions that will influence your future actions. Actually, back when I asked you to treat Ainars, he was already thinking of taking action under the influence of his brother, but he hesitated at the last moment."

Celia: "?"

The girl frowned. "Could it be that he was going to stop me and imprison me in his house?"

Ross chuckled: "No, do you remember Enarse's revenge?"

Celia nodded. "I remember, what's wrong?"

"Do you remember how you dealt with it back then?"

“I remember, disguise yourself and stop those gangsters from attacking Enarse.”

As she spoke, Celia began to recall.

"They also took a lot of gold coins from them, and later they discovered that the local high priest was growing pearl rosemary, so they sent him to the court of judgment."

Ross nodded: "Yes, that's what you did to help Enarse, but if you hadn't stopped her, but had instead joined Enarse in the killing, you would have faced murder charges when you returned."

Celia blinked. "Murder charges?"

"Yes, if you killed someone that time, even if you impersonated someone else to commit the murder when you came back, evidence would eventually be found to accuse you of murder. Together with the nobles who participated in the saintess election, they would accuse you and revoke your saintess qualification."

Celia's eyes widened, and she quickly understood, feeling extremely relieved: "Thank goodness I didn't kill anyone back then."

In helping Enarse, Celia thwarted the gang's actions several times, but she could only freeze them or extort money from them; she didn't actually use her own appearance.

There was no murder, and the charge of injuring a 'passerby' is insufficient to disqualify her from the sainthood candidate.

"That's not right. I eliminated the entire gang's top brass later... why didn't they do anything?"

Ross said, "The top brass are different from ordinary thugs. The fact that all the top brass can be wiped out overnight is an unexpected event, so they dare not make any rash moves."

As for the later report that the high priest was planting pearl rosemary, that's even more impossible. On the contrary, this matter would have given her a boost in her evaluation.

Ross added, "Actually, even if you hadn't killed anyone back then, if Enarse had, they might have charged you, as long as you had evidence that you were in Frost Town at the time."

Celia: "?"

Ross said calmly, "Ainars can use all the first-tier ice magic you've learned. Although it's not as powerful as yours, it's enough to kill a lot of gangsters."

"Does Lord Ross mean... that Northon and Mil have Ainars use ice magic to kill the gangsters and then frame me?"

Ross nodded.

Celia looked at Enarse, who was diligently practicing puppet warfare in the center of the field, and thought of the spell she had used back then.

"...However, Enarse did not use it; she used only...wind magic throughout."

Ross laughed and said, "Ainars has been captivated by your charm and doesn't want to hurt you."

Celia: "..."

Ross continued, "But even if Ainars didn't use ice magic, after she burned down that tavern, they can still force you to do it, as long as they say you were in Frost Town and there were signs of a warlock battle in that tavern... Of course, this incident can't disqualify you from the candidacy, but they will definitely take other actions afterward to slowly disqualify you."

“But this time, it was your sycophant classmate, Mill, who hesitated. He felt it was too much to do, so he preferred to let Northon take his things instead of doing this.”

Celia exclaimed in surprise, "This guy actually gave up?"

Ross smiled slightly: "The mind of a simp is very interesting. Not long after giving up, he tried to contact you. After failing, he regretted it and wanted to continue, but by then it was too late. The fire incident had already been classified, and forcibly overturning the case and making it your doing would easily implicate many nobles, which would be a loss."

Celia: "..." The girl felt this was all so complicated. Why make things so complicated? Wouldn't it have been better to just send someone to assassinate her?
Or, if we had simply set up a magic array to imprison her when we lured her to the manor, it would have been better than wasting so much effort only to achieve nothing and waste brain cells.

Celia was confused.

"So what does Mir want to do now?"

"He's a spineless sycophant who can't do anything right and will regret it when things come to an end. He's more of a hindrance than a help, but his brother does some disgusting things."

Ross's expression slowly turned cold. He held up two fingers: "Celia, I'm giving you two choices. First, you handle it yourself; second, you complete the assignments I've given you diligently, and I'll handle this."

Celia replied without hesitation, "I choose option 2, please, Mr. Ross!"

This is too much trouble.

Celia felt she definitely couldn't solve it perfectly.

She couldn't even see through such a simple plan. If she were asked to solve it, she couldn't think of any other way but to kill Norsen.

Ross smiled again and said, "My method is the same: just take care of that Norsen."

Celia immediately said, "Lord Ross, are you going to use the puppet to kill him? I can help you then by finding Instructor Elena or something to provide an alibi."

Ross chuckled and shook his head: "No need. A third-tier mage isn't qualified for me to personally take action."

"So... what does Mr. Ross plan to do?"

"Let the person who wants to kill him do it."

Celia didn't quite understand, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go study hard... By the way, are we going to kill Mir too?"

Ross said, "You don't need to kill a simp; he'll jump off the bridge on his own."

Celia: "?"

Ross didn't explain, but said, "Just focus on your studies. You don't need to worry about the rest, and you don't need the puppet."

"it is good."

Celia continued to immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge.

……

Two days later.

In a practical simulation class.

Just as Celia was about to sit down as usual, reading a book and leisurely watching her classmates' combat training, Mir stepped out from the crowd.

“Celia, I have become a second-tier mage and am qualified to train with you. Come and fight me. I will show you that when there is an absolute difference in resources, talent does not determine anything.”

Celia didn't say anything, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Mir added, "We are now the only two second-tier mages in the class. Even if you don't want to fight me, you still need to do practical training. Practical training earns a lot of points. If you don't come, I will apply to the instructor."

Celia frowned, put down the book, and reminded him, "Mil Deville, I don't recommend you do this. Otherwise, if you get discouraged later, your tutor will come after me."

As the second mage in the class to advance, Mir was very confident: "You should be worried about yourself. Maybe your magic concentration is higher than mine, but your puppet is not as good as mine. Magic power doesn't mean anything. The strength of the puppet is everything!"

Remembering what Mir had said a couple of days ago, Celia stood up and said, "Fine, you want to be tortured, huh? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

(End of this chapter)