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

Chapter 276 Poseidon's Substitute
In a nobleman's manor somewhere in the city of Radiant Ashes.

A young nobleman named Kreve was swirling his wine glass, watching the girl fighting in the hall.

"Oh dear, Enarse, this is really irrational. If you had successfully reached the second tier before coming here, I might have been afraid of you, but you are only at the first tier now."

"That bastard Norsen is really a good guy; he took my things and then returned them."

"Not bad, not bad. Looks like it's been trained very well. After I train it a bit more, it'll be ready to be used."

Hiss!

Enarse plunged her sword into a sorcerer's heart, kicked him aside, and pointed her longsword at Kreve: "This will be your last smile."

Kreve laughed loudly: "You're almost at your limit now, you haven't even beaten my assassins, how are you going to kill me? Although this place is very close to your school, don't worry, I won't give you a chance to escape back."

Enarse stopped speaking, closed her eyes, and recalled the mysterious person she had encountered on the road—

Do you know why it was so easy to find the nobles behind the scenes?

"I know."

Do you have the resolve to face it?

"..."

"If you fail, your best friend Celia will be furious and seek revenge for you. In that case, she will lose her candidacy. Will you still go?"

"..."

Do you really know who truly deserves to die?

"..."

"The person who should be killed isn't those gangsters, nor is it Kreve, whom you're about to face, but..."

“I know. Whether it's the gangsters, Kreve, or… I'll kill them all, but… he's a third-tier mage, I'm not Celia, I don't have the strength to defeat a third-tier mage, I…”

"You have."

"I have?"

"Take this with you, and you will have the ability to despise all your enemies."

"This is... the Heart of the Puppet?"

"Put it on your puppet."

"..."

Enarse reopened her eyes and felt an inexhaustible magical power emanating from the puppet as her emotions fluctuated.

This magic not only allows the puppet to unleash extraordinary combat power, but it even affects her.

She looked up at Kreve, who was watching the show, and gave commands to the puppet.

"Kill them!"

The puppet seemed to be possessed by a god, unleashing combat power far exceeding that of a first-tier... no, far exceeding that of a second-tier. In just a few rounds, it killed all the sorcerers and came before Kreif, its longsword pointing at his forehead.

boom!
Kreve's wine glass fell to the ground and shattered.

His eyes widened as he stared at the puppet before him and the stunned Enarse, his voice trembling with fear: "You...you're not Enarse, who are you?"

puff!
The longsword had pierced Kreve's forehead, pinning him to his seat.

As the surging magic power emanating from the puppet gradually dissipated, Enarse felt as if many cracks had appeared on the puppet's body.

While she was still in a daze, a girl's voice of support reached her ears.

"Such overwhelming power, did you receive it as a gift from the gods?"

Aina turned her head and saw a somewhat familiar figure.

The other person walked over and introduced themselves, "You must be Celia's friend. My name is Benovia. You may not believe it, but I was guided by the gods to retrieve the Puppet Heart from your puppet." Benovia looked at the mess at the scene and wrinkled her nose slightly. "I'll clean up the mess for you while I'm at it."

Enarse paused for a moment, thinking of the mysterious person: "Reclaim the puppet heart from my puppet? Are you that mysterious person?"

"A mysterious person? I don't know, but I can roughly guess that you probably encountered someone from that organization."

"What organization?"

"It's a secret. Anyway, you've done your job, and it's time for me to take it back. Don't worry, I'll take care of things here. You don't need to worry about any sheriffs coming after you."

As Benovia walked toward the puppet, Enarse suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute."

Benovia turned around: "Is there anything else?"

After a moment of silence, Ainars said, "I... I haven't finished yet, there's still one person left."

"You should have said so earlier! Are you going to go see him now? Or will he come over?"

I want him to come over.

"Okay, we'll deal with it together then. I'll leave now. Call me when you're done."

Benovia left immediately after speaking.

Before leaving, she looked at Enarse's puppet with a curious expression.

Aina took a deep breath, ignoring the strong smell of blood, opened her bracelet, and sent a message to Norsen.

"I did it, can you come over here for a second? I'm so scared."

Norsen replied quickly: "You did it? Wait, are you at Kreve's house? I'm coming right away."

Half an hour later, Norsen led his men into Kreve's house.

In his shock, he didn't even notice that Benovia had recorded the scene of him leading his men in.

As Norsen entered the hall of the Kreve family manor, he was choked by the strong smell of blood and coughed a few times.

Looking up, he saw Kreve dead in the main seat, and the hall was a mess with corpses strewn everywhere.

Enarse leaned against a pillar, her head buried between her knees, seemingly crying.

Hearing the voice, Enarse looked up at Norsen, "Lord Norsen, I did it! Can you give me a hug?"

However, Norsen did not step forward to embrace her, but instead ordered, "Tie her up."

Two henchmen immediately rushed over and tied up Enarse.

Enarse looked up, staring intently at Norsen: "Why?"

Norsen said, “You killed a nobleman, and this matter is unlikely to be resolved easily. I need to set an example by pretending to tie you up and sending you back first. You can come out again after things have calmed down.”

Enarse said calmly, "You can hug me and then tie me up."

Norsen looked at the dagger his men had taken from Ainars and smiled slightly: "You've been influenced by Kreve, Ainars. You need to calm down."

Enarse stared at Norsen and slowly said, "Norsen, do you know, back then, when I was being bullied, you stood up for me when you happened to be passing by. I thought you were my prince."

"At that time, I had no other thoughts but to wait until I successfully became a sorcerer and then go to find you, even if it meant becoming your follower. Later, my father and mother were both killed by them, but I still didn't think about you. After you appeared and drove them away for me, I was willing to become your follower, your follower sorcerer."

Norsen frowned: "No need to say anything, Enarse, I believe you. Go back and calm down first."

Enarse seemed not to hear him and continued, "But every time we meet, you are still distant and wary of my every move, which confuses me. Later, I discovered that you nobles like to drive young commoner girls to the brink of despair and enjoy the pleasure of making desperate girls your slaves."

“I don’t want to believe you’re that kind of person, but your aloofness, your vigilance, and the things you’ve had your other followers do all tell me that you are.”

A deep blue light emanated from Ainars's body, and her aura was rising steadily.

　I forgot to send it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)