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

Chapter 13 The Temptation of the Evil God

Wednesday evening, study room number 3.

Celia disguised herself and went outside the study room.

She was wearing a gray robe that concealed her figure, her hair was tied up, she wore a wig, her face was made up with ugly makeup and some lines, and she was wearing glasses, making her look like an ordinary little boy.

However, because of her natural beauty, even with this disguise, one can still see her extraordinary looks if they look closely.

"The high priest once told me that I was too beautiful and that I should be careful not to be targeted by evil people when I went out. So he bought me boys' clothes and taught me a way to disguise myself as a boy, making me look like an ugly boy."

"I asked her why she was pretending to be a boy and putting on ugly makeup. She said that cute boys are more dangerous than girls. To this day, I still don't understand why boys are dangerous?"

Celia was very puzzled and wanted to find the answer from Ross.

Ross thought for a moment, "Bad guys not only target girls, but also cute little boys. It's not just ordinary thugs, even nobles and priests want to instill 'positive energy' in little boys."

"Positive energy? Isn't that a good thing?"

"The 'positive energy' here is just a nobleman's rhetoric; it's actually blasphemy. The types of dangers that little boys and little girls face are the same. The dangers you, as a girl, might encounter are the same dangers that little boys might encounter."

After such a roundabout way of speaking, Celia was stunned for a moment before she realized what was going on. Her pretty face immediately turned red, but thankfully she was wearing makeup and it didn't show.

"Are those nobles really that terrifying?" Celia asked, somewhat puzzled.

“You’ll understand soon enough whether it’s terrible or not,” Ross said meaningfully. “Don’t worry, with me here, their sins won’t have a chance to be unleashed.”

"Oh……"

Celia didn't quite understand, but seeing that Ross didn't explain, she didn't ask any further questions.

She walked into the study room and saw that quite a few people were already sitting inside. Some were meditating, some were reading, and some were fiddling with some kind of gadget.

Celia noticed that although these people were doing their own things, their attention was always focused on one place—the students at the last table in the row by the window.

There were quite a few people walking around there at that moment. When Celia walked in, someone stood up next to her, and then another person stood up and walked towards that classmate.

"Go sit in the second row by the door, the third seat," Ross said.

“Okay.” Celia didn’t ask why and obediently went to sit down. In this row, all the seats from the fourth one onwards were occupied, except for the first three seats.

Apart from that, only two people were seated in the first row, while the other rows were almost full.

Celia took out the "Holy Word" and pretended to look at it, but in reality, she was observing the situation in the classroom.

A moment later, she roughly understood what was going on. Most of the students in the study room were there to participate in the flying competition, and the student sitting in the last row by the window was either the organizer or the person in charge of registration and collecting money.

The students then proceeded in order of their seating arrangement to pay and register, using the tables as cover to complete the payment under the tables.

There was no interaction throughout, but you could see that the student was writing something in a notebook.

"How is this like an underground transaction?"

"In this kind of competition, there is a high probability that there will be betting activities outside the competition, which is not allowed by the school. Of course, no matter how open-minded the school is, it will not agree to a competition without the school's consent, especially one that involves charging money."

This kind of competition is like enthusiasts crowdfunding to hold the competition. The difference between it and gambling is that you can rely on your strength. Anyone who engages in shady betting or intentionally loses in this kind of competition will probably get a beating.

"Is it really a good idea for me to participate in this kind of competition?"

Even now, Celia still has some concerns.

Considering her status as a prospective saintess of the Holy See, she was not only not obligated to enforce the rules in this competition that violated school regulations, but she was also obligated to participate.

If you get caught participating in this kind of competition...

Celia dared not think about it.

Ross's voice was like a demon's: "There's nothing to be afraid of. This kind of competition is anonymous. Most people don't know each other. These are all upperclassmen; they don't know you. As long as you don't tell anyone, no one will know." Really, they don't know me? Celia felt something was off.

"But..." The girl glanced around at the people, judging from their demeanor that they were all upperclassmen in their second or even third year: "They are all upperclassmen, many of them are first-level mages who are about to advance to second level, I wonder if there are any second-level mages... I have only just become a first-level mage, can I outrun them?"

Rose countered, "Did you think your speed was fast or not during yesterday's practice?"

Celia thought about the astonishing speed and maneuverability of the aircraft after Ross used his mental power to control it—well, that terrifying speed. She just needed to let Ross control her.

Celia relaxed.

Yes, what am I worried about? That's a god! (Even an evil god is a god.)

With the registration process underway, people quickly arrived at Celia's location.

She imitated the others, stood up, quickly walked to the senior student's side and sat down, took out the only gold coin and reluctantly put it in the desk drawer.

The senior took a look at it, then took out a wooden tag and an eye mask from his drawer, both marked with the number 27.

"New here? Friday, flight lesson, Humble Tower."

Celia didn't say anything, but simply put away the sign, nodded, and left.

Then a question popped into her mind: "Since he knew I was new, why didn't he check my information?"

"As long as you're not a teacher and you honestly pay the money, they'll definitely welcome you and hope more people will participate."

"But what if the new recruits are actually spies for the teacher?"

"This competition has obviously been held many times. They must have thought of everything you can think of. If they hadn't, the worst they would have done is get caught by the teacher and given a lecture."

"Oh, I've learned something."

Celia tapped her head.

There's still so much to learn.

Like everyone else, the girl pretended to read for a while before taking the book and leaving.

She planned to go back first to remove her disguise before going to eat, as it was still lunchtime.

Shortly after she left the study room, Ross suddenly said, "You're being followed."

"what?"

Celia's heart skipped a beat, and she paused for a moment, but then she realized what was happening, pretended not to notice, and continued walking towards the dormitory.

"Are they the people from the competition?"

Only the organizers or contestants of a competition would follow other people, right?
What Celia thought was that the competition organizers pretended to trust the newcomers, but in reality they would secretly investigate the contestants' identities to ensure that they would not tell the teachers.

However, Ross's answer was unexpected: "No, it's someone you know."

"You know them? Who?"

Who else could it be but someone participating in a flying competition?
Could it be that……

Mill? Doris?

"Your good friend..."

"Ainars".

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(End of this chapter)