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

Chapter 299 Departure, Target: Northern Alliance

In front of the directional transmitter.

The principal is giving a speech, encouraging the contestants.

As a sixth-tier mage, he was unable to accompany the contestants. The accompanying mentors were all fourth-tier, and only the team leader was a fifth-tier professor.

Even at the fifth rank, one must undergo rigorous screening to enter other empires—except for those who sneak in.

However, if they sneak over there without leading a team, they will likely be disqualified by the host country.

Principal Blake could also sneak over to watch the game, but as a strategic-level mage, he had more important work to do and didn't have that much time.

Celia stood among the crowd with the other candidates for sainthood, feeling both expectant and nervous about what was to come.

She thought of a problem: "The five prospective saintesses have all run off to other countries. What if we encounter an ambush?"

Ross chuckled, “The Holy Court will definitely send people to keep an eye on you, but the sorcerers protecting you won’t intervene until you are in mortal danger, so don’t worry.”

Celia nodded gently.

The restrictions imposed by nations on high-level sorcerers are merely for show. With such vast borders, who can guarantee that high-level sorcerers from other empires can be prevented from sneaking in?

Sending ordinary people to patrol is useless, and monitoring with magical devices is even more unnecessary. It's better to turn a blind eye to high-level mages crossing the border. It's best if they can report it, but it doesn't matter if they can't.

In many regions, the borders are blurred and there are no walls or anything like that, since walls are practically useless to sorcerers.

"...That's all for now. I wish all the participants the best of luck in achieving great results and taking both the first and second place. So, let's go!"

Bang bang bang——!
As Blake finished speaking, amidst a commotion, nearly fifty people entered the directional teleportation device one by one.

Professor Nicodimus, a fifth-tier mage in charge of leading the team, a middle-aged or elderly mage, said to everyone: "We will first teleport to the nearest city, North City, and then take the North Train to the Northern Alliance. After passing through the Northern Alliance and arriving at the first city, we will take the Northern Alliance's directional teleporter to the city where the league is located—Koster."

While explaining, he waited for all the team leaders to count off the people under their charge and make sure no one was left out before activating the directional teleportation device.

The teleportation device was fast, but the subsequent Northern train journey was much slower, especially when leaving the Ishtar Empire, where we went through numerous checks.

The group didn't enter the Northern Alliance city with a directional teleportation device until the next day, after traveling by car.

When Celia saw the large pile of gold coins that Professor Nicodimus gave her when she entered the teleportation device, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"The school is really rich."

Celia did the math and realized that this trip alone had cost her several hundred gold coins, almost matching the prize money of the Mage League.

Fortunately, the teleportation device was not charged per person; otherwise, the school might not have been able to afford more than forty people.

"However, this money shouldn't have been paid by the school, but rather by the Holy Court or the royal family, right?"

Celia thought to herself.

While queuing to enter the directional teleportation device, she noticed that there were other queues around her also preparing to teleport.

The whispers of the other contestants reached Celia's ears—

"Is that the Royal Magic Academy's team?"

"should be."

“I had been paying close attention to their teams beforehand; it seems the champion of the qualifying tournament was a princess leading the team.”

"Yes, her name is Emilia, the seventh princess of the Ishtar royal family. She reached the third rank a year ago."

"Tier 3, a coward who only dares to play team matches but not individual ones." "..."

Celia, with her sharp ears, recognized the voice mocking Emilia. Looking over, she saw someone in the crowd from the Holy Magic Academy who looked very familiar.

“That’s Pascal Ishtar, the eighth prince of the Emperor,” Benovia’s voice came from the side.

Celia looked at Benovia and suddenly realized, "So it's the Eighth Prince. I didn't even recognize him."

Benovia smiled slightly: "He is studying at the Holy Magic Academy, so we definitely can't let anyone know his identity to avoid causing trouble."

Celia nodded, then asked in a low voice with curiosity, "Benovia, do you know how many princes there are in total?"

Benovia said, "Nine: four princes and five princesses. You probably know the first three because they appear in public often. As for the others, Pascal is ranked eighth, Emilia is ranked seventh, and I can introduce you to the rest if we have the chance to meet them later."

Benovia paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "If Celia becomes a saintess, she should know them all. The fact that the princes and princesses aren't active means they're still studying at school and it's not convenient to reveal it yet. It will be made public after they graduate."

Celia nodded. "I see."

She was only curious about how many princes and princesses there were, and as long as she confirmed that Pascal and Emilia were among them, she wasn't very interested in the rest.

Maybe I'll have to deal with them in the future, but let's talk about that later.

Celia looked at Emilia, who seemed to notice and looked up at her. Emilia then smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. Celia returned the smile and followed the group into the directional teleportation device.

As she walked, she felt a gaze frequently directed at her. Looking up, she saw Mir, who was accompanying her to watch the game, and couldn't help but frown.

"Has this guy already settled his family affairs? He actually has time to go watch the game."

Without even thinking, Celia knew that the other party was probably still there to support her.

"Fine, let him be, just don't bother me."

Celia shook her head, no longer paying attention to the other person.

Not long after, she followed the group and appeared in Koster, the capital of the Northern Alliance.

What appeared before Celia was a city that was somewhat similar to, yet different from, the City of Ember. Most of the houses in this city had pointed roofs, which differed from the sloping roofs of the City of Ember.

One thing that Celia noticed most directly was: "The temperature here is much lower than in Shining City, it's very cool, and casting ice spells here should have an advantage."

Just then, Celia suddenly saw Ross appear, surveying the cityscape of Koster.

At this moment, Celia was riding with everyone on a large magical train, slowly making its way towards the inn.

Ross, on the other hand, floated out the window, leisurely following the train and enjoying the scenery along the way.

He nodded in agreement: "This city is developing quite well. Although it can't compare to Huijin City, it's considered very good in the north."

Thinking of the background story about Koster that she had researched before coming, Celia said, "The book says that during the Age of Calamity, this city was one of the very few cities that was not affected by the calamity. At that time, many people migrated north, which created this huge city. Now, its prosperity is not as great as before."

Ross nodded. "It's clear that this city is getting a bit old."

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the Mage League, his gaze deep, "However, in a few days, this place will become very lively."

Celia's heart skipped a beat, and she asked nervously, "Is the heretics about to make another move?"

Ross nodded. "It seems so."

Celia: "...No, I just got here."

(End of this chapter)