Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

“That’s true…” Elena nodded, deciding to put aside her doubts. She asked, “Speaking of which, what happened after I ‘fell asleep’?”

Celia brandished the Myriad Lights Sword in her hand and said, "Mr. Jonathan gave me several tests, and after answering them all fluently, I received this reward."

Elena looked it over and said with some envy, "This sword is so beautiful and looks very strong. It's a pity. If I hadn't fallen asleep, I would definitely have received a good bow as a reward."

"So Elena is an archer?" Celia asked in surprise. "I've never seen you use a weapon before."

Elena said, "Because only in the Elf Forest can we unleash the full potential of the bow; once we're outside, I've been using magic."

Celia blinked: "I thought it was because you didn't have good weapons."

Elena immediately became agitated: "No, I am of elven royalty! I can take any bow from the entire elven race!"

“I believe you can take any of the Elven bows, but you are of Elven royalty… I don’t believe it.”

"I... no, I obtained the relics of the Elf God. This is even more fortunate than the Elf royal family. Hmph, when I get back, I'll show those corrupt Elf elders who the Elf God truly favors!"

Elena smiled, seemingly lost in her own fantasy, already feeling triumphant.

They chatted and laughed all the way back to the camp.

Celia said, "This ruin is now complete. Elena, what are your plans?"

Elena said, "I have received what I was entitled to. I am ready to return to the Elf Forest to reclaim what is rightfully mine."

Celia nodded: "That's good. I hope to hear good news next time I see you."

Elena extended an invitation: "Want to come with me? The Fairy Forest is a lot of fun."

Celia shook her head: "I'm not going. I'm going back to Star Ash Town and staying there until school starts. The Elf Forest... I'll go another time if I have the chance."

“So Celia is still a student.” Elena blinked and said with a smile, “I’m a student too. Maybe we’ll have a chance to meet again.”

Celia laughed and said, "Are you coming to Ishtar as an exchange student?"

"hey-hey."

Elena did not answer.

As she was packing her things to leave, Celia said, "Don't go yet. Let me go sell the voucher to Pascal of the Royal Mercenary Group and get the remaining gold coins before I leave."

Elena paused for a moment, then quickly remembered and nodded, "Okay!"

That's 1,200 gold coins. If you divide it equally, each person will get 600 gold coins. How many nobles and gangsters would you have to 'borrow' money from to save that much?

Elena felt that if she didn't take it, she would be struck by lightning.

After reminding Elena, Celia left the tent and went straight to the Royal Mercenary Group's camp.

The mercenaries stationed at the camp were already quite familiar with Celia. Upon seeing her approach, one of them asked, "Miss Celia, are you looking for Commander Emilia or Commander Pascal?"

Celia said, "I'm looking for Pascal."

The mercenary, who was about to inform them, paused for a moment, turned back in surprise, and then nodded: "Okay, it's good that Commander Pascal is here. I'll go and report to you."

"It's troublesome."

A moment later, the mercenary returned. "Miss Celia, please come with me."

"Thank you."

"..."

Inside Pascal's reception tent.

Pascal, as before, sat at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door, with guests sitting on either side of him.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw that Celia had come alone, then asked with a smile, "Miss Celia, what brings you here?"

“It concerns transactions involving vouchers,” Celia said.

Pascal laughed and said, "What difficulties have you encountered? Tell us, and we can assist you in climbing, but of course, it won't be free."

Celia shook her head and said succinctly, "We got the credentials for the twelfth floor."

"Not difficulties... What? You got the credentials for the twelfth floor? So fast?"

Pascal looked shocked.

How many days has it been?

If Pascal remembers correctly, they reached the agreement the day before yesterday, and yesterday's intelligence showed that Celia didn't leave the house at all.

They didn't leave the camp until this morning to explore.

As a result, only half a day had passed, and it wasn't even dark yet, when they successfully obtained the certificate for the last layer.

Excluding their attempt to conquer the twelfth floor, it means they cleared three floors in one go in half a day?

When Emilia mentioned how quickly Celia and Elena completed the game, he didn't realize it because he thought it would take them a long time.

He factored in the preparation time, so it appears that it took him many days to reach the ninth floor.

Today, Celia gave him a real shock.

Pascal felt his hands trembling.

He gripped the table, somewhat incredulous. "Miss Celia, are you sure you're not lying to me?"

Celia looked at Pascal without saying a word, then turned her back to him. When she turned back, she removed her disguise and revealed her true appearance.

Pascal was startled, his face showing surprise: "Celia?!"

Of course, his shock wasn't because Celia revealed her true appearance, but because Celia actually removed her disguise.

this means……

Celia already knew that he knew Celia's identity.

Similarly, this also serves as strong evidence for why one could clear the ruins in one go.

After all, not long ago, she and her team of other saintesses cleared a ruin that hadn't been explored for decades.

Celia said, "Give me the remaining one thousand gold coins, Your Highness Pascal."

Pascal said awkwardly, "Um, I'm sorry, Miss Celia, I misjudged your completion time. I haven't prepared that many gold coins yet. Can you give me a little time?"

Celia nodded. "No problem. Can we get the money by tomorrow? I need to get back in a hurry and can't stay here for too long."

Pascal: "I'll try."

Celia said, "Perhaps you can ask your sister for help. In the entire Royal Mercenary Group, only the two of you are strong enough to conquer the ruins relatively smoothly."

Pascal immediately shook his head: "No need, I'm enough on my own."

Celia said, "If you don't have enough by tomorrow, I'll tell your sister that we've reached the twelfth floor."

"One thousand gold coins, I will personally deliver them to you tomorrow!"

"That's good."

Celia smiled.

Prince Pascal, you should enjoy this gift!

Chapter 254 Pascal's Good Friday

the next day.

Under the invisible pressure from his sister Emilia, Pascal kept his word and quickly sent the remaining payment.

Similarly, Celia readily handed over the two relic tokens to Pascal.

These two tokens are completely different from the tokens given after clearing the maze.

The tokens were very antique, like old objects, with a castle painted in the middle.

These two tokens, like warm jade, subtly exuded magical fluctuations, making them even more extraordinary. In the middle part, besides the ancient castle, there were also two characters, "Twelve," with a spire with a point of light on top as the background of the two characters.

If it were anyone else, Pascal would definitely doubt the authenticity of the voucher and insist on inspecting the goods before paying the remaining amount—whether he could get the money then would depend entirely on the seller's ability.

But now the seller is a prospective saint of the Holy See.

The other party's direct and undisguised behavior made Pascal unsure of her true motives.

"Perhaps... the task assigned by the Holy Court ends at the twelfth floor?"

Pascal is more inclined to believe this guess.

"In short, if Celia dares to lie to me, I'll expose her when we get back!"

With the relic certificate in hand, Pascal returned to the Royal Mercenary Group's camp and immediately summoned the mercenary who was supposed to accompany him into the relic.

That was a 'mercenary' from the Royal Guard, who possessed the strength to ascend to the fourth tier. Within the Royal Mercenary Group, he was a mage whose strength was second only to Emilia and Pascal.

Of course, Pascal's rank is only second-tier, but as a member of the royal family, he was still able to be admitted to the Holy Magic Academy. His magical potential and financial resources are naturally incomparable to those of the guards.

"Yemili, are you confident you can help me conquer this ruin?"

Pascal earnestly questioned the fully armed Yemili in front of him.

Yemili was wearing heavy armor, holding a heavy greatsword in one hand and a heavy shield in the other.

His puppet is the same style as his, even with heavier armor.

"Yes!" he shouted.

Pascal suppressed his doubts about Celia's condition, patted Yemili on the shoulder, and said approvingly, "Very good, let's go. This time, we'll act quietly and then amaze everyone!"

The two quickly arrived at the entrance of the ruins, and with their credentials, entered the ruins.

Before them lay the top of a staircase leading to the top, with a downward staircase faintly visible in the mist behind them.

There was another window nearby. Pascal walked over and looked out, overlooking the entire castle under the gray sky.

"What a huge castle! This castle is bigger than any castle in Ishtar!"

Yemili released the puppet, warily surveying his surroundings, awaiting Pascal's command.

After Pascal finished his exclamation, he summoned his own puppet.

He said, “Yemili, I’ve been very busy lately and haven’t had much time to explore this ruin. There are many things I don’t understand. You can take charge. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll carry it out.”

Yemili nodded: "Yes, Your Highness Pascal."

Although he agreed, Yemili did not actually do so.

They're being polite to you. If you take advantage of their kindness, you'll be humiliated when you get back.

After checking their belongings, Pascal nodded at Yemili's request and they entered the twelfth floor with Yemili's puppet in front, Yemili behind, and Pascal and the puppet in the middle.

As they entered the floor area, a thick fog suddenly appeared, enveloping the two of them.

Yemili's voice came through: "Your Highness, be careful. We have probably entered the trap. We can clear the level by breaking through all the traps on the entire floor."

"Yes, keep an eye on your surroundings."

After the fog obscured their vision, it slowly dissipated, and Pascal found himself in a large hall with a large door behind him, which was tightly closed and could not be opened.

A chilly wind blew in, giving the two of them goosebumps.

Pascal looked around warily, and suddenly he saw a box in the corner of the room.

He said, “Yemili, there’s a box over there. Use your puppet to go and take a look.”

"Okay, Your Highness."

Yemili manipulated the puppet to go over and open the box. An explosion was heard, but fortunately, the puppet was tough and had prepared for the explosion, so it did not cause any damage.

“It’s a trap, Your Highness, but there’s a mid-level magic crystal behind it,” Yemili said excitedly.

Pascal smiled. "Not bad, a good start."

He looked down on intermediate-level magic crystals, but their appearance meant they were making progress in conquering the ruins.

Everything is getting better and better.

This is indeed a beginning.

After that, unexpected traps appeared everywhere on the floor, turning the initially composed two into a nightmare.

For example, the puppet walks by without reacting, but when a person passes by, the vase next to it suddenly explodes.

For example, dust suddenly falls from the ceiling, and this dust instantly transforms into sharp blades that rush towards them.

Yemili, who had already suffered in the ruins for some time, was used to all sorts of traps.