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

Chapter 282 The Principal Loses Face

Everyone present was stunned.

Black and Ivano were still in shock at Count Deville's immense strength when they saw him obediently kneel down, leaving them momentarily stunned.

What happened? What is he doing? What are we doing?
The two men simultaneously posed three philosophical questions, silently watching Count de Verde.

Not only them, but Count Deville was also completely bewildered at this moment.

He rushed over angrily, intending to grab Benovia.

Why does it become like this?

He only felt that after he rushed over, the strong confidence he gained suddenly made him kneel down naturally.

When he tried to get up or do something else, he felt that the surging power that had been so easy to control suddenly turned into a heavy mountain, pressing him down and making him unable to move.

At some point, he could no longer mobilize his own magic power, as if it had been merged into one by the mysterious power from the heart of the puppet.

Unfortunately, the power within this entity suddenly developed its own consciousness.

Count de Verde panicked.

He managed to lift his head, looking down at Benovia, and exclaimed in horror, "What...what did you do? Why did this happen?"

Benovia was also stunned.

She didn't know why she followed the revelation in her mind and actually said those words.

Even more outrageous is that those words actually came true.

The girl's heart pounded.

She already knew what it was—

Gods above!

She suppressed her emotions, looked calmly at Count Deville, and said softly, "The power you gained came from the gods. The Heart of the Puppet that you stole was a gift from the gods to me. How could anyone else steal it so easily?"

Count Deville was stunned: "A gift from the gods?"

Benovia said, "I am also sorry for Norsen's death, but it's not as you think. No one set this up. It was entirely your child's own fault. You should have known everything I know long ago."

“That girl is also a believer chosen by the gods. I don’t recommend that you attack her, or you will face even more terrible divine punishment. Now, Mr. Deville, summon your puppet.”

Count Deville was completely out of control, and summoning runes appeared in his hand, summoning the puppet.

The puppet is now glowing because it is transmitting power to Count Deville.

Just as Benovia was about to summon the puppet to retrieve the puppet heart from Count Deville's puppet, the faint divine revelation came again.

"Just take it, no need to worry."

This revelation was not a direct message from a deity into her mind; it was a very mysterious state, as if it had come to her naturally.

If Benovia hadn't confirmed that this was a divine intervention and knew that it shouldn't be her own idea, she wouldn't have known that it was a divine revelation.

So she stopped summoning the puppet and reached out directly to Count Deville's puppet.

The puppet's chest cavity, radiating a deep blue light, was opened, revealing the puppet's heart hidden inside.

Benovia reached out and touched the deep blue puppet heart.

She was a little nervous because this puppet heart could tear a person's soul apart.

But as she got closer, she felt the power of the Puppet Heart adhere to her hand, forming a thin insulating layer that prevented her from direct contact with the Puppet Heart.

With remarkable ease, Benovia, under Count Deville's astonished gaze, took the Heart of the Puppet in her hand. "This..."

Count de Verde was dumbfounded.

Now, even if you don't believe it's a gift from the gods, you have no choice but to believe it.

With the removal of the Puppet Heart, Count Deville's power plummeted rapidly, from fifth rank to fourth rank to third rank...

In less than ten seconds, his aura rapidly dropped below the fourth level, continuing to decline until he reached the first level, and it was still falling.

In about half a minute, all his power dissipated, turning him into a Muggle even more useless than a curly-haired baboon.

The loss of his strength was unbearable for him. He couldn't catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The butler, who was watching from a distance, wanted to come up but didn't dare.

Blake looked at them and said calmly, "Alright, take Count Deville away. I hope he will remember the price for stealing the divine treasure forever."

Stripped of his power, he became an ordinary person; it was impossible for him not to remember. The butler thought to himself.

Having received permission, he quickly led his men away from Earl Deville, and finally bowed to Benovia, Black, and Avino: "I apologize, my master has caused trouble for Her Highness Benovia. We will send you an apology later. And to the two gentlemen, please forgive us, the Deville family will also send you an apology. Please forgive our patriarch."

Black and Ivano simply nodded without saying anything. After all, Count Deville hadn't made a move in the end, and had even rushed over to kneel down before Benovia, so they had no reason to make things difficult for him.

As for violations of flight bans, they are negligible and have nothing to do with them; they don't have the time to deal with that.

Benovia had no objections. Inspired by the gods, she performed miracles before both the Holy Court and the royal family, conveying a message—

She received a gift from the gods.

Whether it's true or false, as a saintess, it's perfectly acceptable for her to say such things; it will even bring her prestige and recognition.

Benovia, holding the Puppet Heart, bowed slightly to Black and Ivano. "Principal Black, Uncle Ivano, thank you for arriving in time. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to handle this situation so well."

Blake stroked his beard. "Don't be modest. Even without us, with your skills, you could easily toy with that little thing."

In the presence of Principal Black, the middle-aged Earl of Deville was indeed a 'little thing'.

Benovia smiled slightly and said nothing.

Ivino glanced at the Puppet Heart in Benovia's hand and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Your Highness Benovia, the Emperor has been missing you lately. When will you be home?"

Benovia nodded: "Uncle Avino, I will go back."

"Ah."

Ivano nodded and left.

Blake looked at the Puppet Heart in Benovia's hand and said, "The power contained within your Puppet Heart is quite strong. It actually allows a fourth-tier mage to have strength comparable to a sixth-tier mage. May I take a look?"

Benovia laughed and said, "Principal Black can certainly see it if he wants to, but he cannot touch the Heart of the Puppet directly, otherwise the power inside will impact his soul and cause him to fall into a coma."

Blake waved his hand dismissively, "That's for low-level mages. Do you think I, a dignified sixth-level mage, am afraid of that? Just give it to me."

"This one……"

"Don't worry, I'm just looking. I don't want your things. Even if I faint, it's my problem."

"Alright then." Benovia had no choice but to hand over the Puppet Heart.

Blake took it, rolled his eyes, and promptly fainted.

Benovia caught the Puppet Heart just in time, looked at the unconscious Blake, and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)