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

Chapter 341 A sixth-tier mage arrives, requesting Celia's help!

What happened on the field spread rapidly.

Before long, the whole of Costa City knew about it.

No one felt threatened by the appearance of the Abyss Gate because they didn't recognize it and thought it was a heretical tactic that could be quickly dealt with by a high-level mage.

Their focus was on the large number of innocent spectators who were unfortunately caught up in the incident, as well as the fourth-level referees and five contestants who were among the first to be involved.

"It is said that those idiots mocked their opponents before the competition, calling the girls cowards."

"Aren't they true warriors?"

"Oh, indeed, they are true warriors, fighting with their lives on the line."

"I'm wondering how the Alliance handles security. There have been three incidents already, why are they not taking any precautions at all, and letting the heretics cause trouble as easily as if they were strolling around in their own backyard?"

"Who knows? A bunch of good-for-nothings."

"It is said that Archduke Gerard was present at the time, but..."

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

"Don't laugh at the challenge? I admit I lost."

"It seems this mage league can't continue. Before, only some spectators died, but now not only a lot of people have died, but even the players are dead."

"Luckily, I listened to Miss Celia and didn't go to watch the match, otherwise I would have been one of them."

"Thank you, Miss Celia, she's an angel!"

"I suspect this is because the league disqualified Miss Celia from the competition. They persecuted Miss Celia, which is why she is so unlucky."

"agree!"

The mercenary tavern was bustling with activity in the evening. Celia listened to the discussions around her with a constant smile on her face.

Although she doesn't drink and doesn't fit in with the lively pub, she enjoys listening to people brag and discuss her exploits, preferably with praise.

It can save your mood for the whole day.

Ross's ghostly figure appeared beside her, his hands clasped behind his head as he leaned back in his chair.

Seeing this, Celia whispered, "Lord Ross, mind your image. You are a god."

"If I've become a god and I still have to care about my image, then what's the point of becoming a god?" Ross said, one foot on the table, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Celia: "..."

Fortunately, Ross's prestige had already been pretty much ruined by Celia, so Celia didn't care. She said, "I've already spoken to Professor Nicodimus. I wonder if he'll explain the situation to the people in the Northern Alliance."

Ross laughed, "I already said that, and the Northern Alliance mages are already looking for you. Oh, they're here."

As soon as she finished speaking, two people, a man and a woman, walked into the mercenary tavern. They looked around the hall and came to stand in front of Celia.

Celia's disguise was completely ineffective in their eyes, and the woman politely asked, "Hello, may we sit here?"

Celia nodded. "Please make yourself at home."

"Thank you." The two sat down and, after the waiter came over, ordered a drink and two beverages. Then, the woman introduced herself: "Hello, let me introduce myself. I am Satiffany, a knight of the Northern Alliance monarch, Ivan Dorr. He is Ashburn, also a knight of Ivan Dorr."

The knights of the Northern Alliance monarch, Celia had some impression of these two; they were the two sixth-tier mages who rushed over to join the battle at the very beginning.

Upon seeing them, Celia nodded. "Hello, I am Celia, an ordinary student at the Holy Magic Academy of the Ishtar Empire."

Satiffany smiled and said, "We do know Miss Celia's name. She is the leader of the Southern City magic array construction, the strategist of the Lost Lighthouse, and the future saintess of the Holy Court. Each of these titles is one that we respect."

If a fourth-tier mage had said this, Celia wouldn't have felt anything, but the two in front of her were both sixth-tier mages, and their flattery made her feel a little strange.

Just like the richest man in the country praised her for earning a thousand gold coins a day, saying it was incredibly impressive.

Based on the Northern Alliance's terminology for sixth-tier mages, Celia said, "You flatter me, Your Highness Satiffany. May I ask what brings you two here? I am merely an ordinary third-tier mage."

Ashburn said, "We are here on behalf of the Northern Alliance and the organizers of the Sorcerer's League to apologize to Miss Celia. Due to the Northern Alliance's negligence, Miss Celia has been treated unfairly here. We are very sorry."

Satiffany said, "We hope Miss Celia can tell us in detail about the origin of what Miss Celia calls the 'Gate of the Abyss,' and whether there is a way to break it."

Celia said, "There's no need for an apology. I can't accept apologies from the two Your Majesties. This matter was not caused by the two Your Majesties, nor is it the fault of the Northern Alliance. It's just that some people wanted to pull a stunt. Celia can't bear it."

"As for the Gate of the Abyss, I would love to tell you both about it in detail, but unfortunately, after I was disqualified from the competition, according to the school's regulations, I need to return immediately after the competition. I have to leave tonight and return to school to study."

Satiffany and Ashburn exchanged a glance, understanding what Celia meant.

Satiffany smiled and said, "Don't worry, Miss Celia's eligibility to participate has been reinstated. Once the competition resumes, she can continue to represent your school."

Celia blinked. "But I didn't see the league committee president, Adrian, issue a statement saying my eligibility has been reinstated. I want to hear it for myself... but he must be too busy to bother with a nobody like me. Oh well!"

After saying that, Celia got up and left.

"I apologize, Your Excellencies, I am a little tired and will be heading back to the inn. If you need anything else, you can come to the inn to find me before I leave."

Watching Celia leave, Satiffany and Ashburn exchanged a glance, and Satiffany smiled and said, "That child is rather cute."

Ashburn said, "I really don't know what Adrian is thinking. Such a beautiful and lovely child, yet he stubbornly disqualifies her, even after she saved the league."

On their way here, they had already learned the details.

They learned that Celia had actually reported the situation before the first incident began, but the league committee had ignored it.

It's unclear whether Celia reported anything the second time, but we learned from Nicodimus that the night before the competition, she risked entering the Arctic Blood Alliance stronghold that had been entrenched in Koster for many years and destroyed the stronghold that they hadn't noticed until now.

The third, and most well-known, incident occurred when Celia severely injured a referee in an attempt to save the lives of thousands of spectators, resulting in her being disqualified by Adrian.

Celia was involved in all three incidents, which made the two of them extremely concerned.

This time, they learned from Nicodimus that Celia knew the source of the double vortex. After discussing with the other monarch knights, they rushed over, hoping to find a way to break the gate to the abyss.

Before they arrived, they knew that asking Celia for help wouldn't be so simple. They set aside their sixth-tier arrogance and understood Celia's meaning from her attitude.

A mere fifth-tier mage.

He was also a fifth-tier mage who was incompetent and caused the Northern Alliance to be ridiculed as well.

When Satiffany and Ashburn looked at each other, they had already made up their minds.

(End of this chapter)