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

Chapter 15 Flight Competition
"Brother, will this really work?"

"Why not? You'll only have a chance if she loses her sainthood."

What if she does something rash?

"It's best if you can't think straight. At that time, as long as you give her warmth, you can easily win her over."

Norsen Deville, a third-year student at the Holy Magic Academy, a second-tier mage, and the son of Earl Deville, was looking at his younger brother with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

“Mir, stop acting like a dog in front of nobles. You don’t need to beg for love from commoners. If they don’t take your money, then bankrupt them and ruin their families. That way, they’ll know the importance of gold coins.”

Mir was still very conflicted: "What if the Holy See finds out?"

"A prospective saint from a remote area, do you think she has the potential to become a saint?"

Mir shook his head.

“That’s right. The Holy Court won’t offend the Deville family for someone who can’t become a saintess. Besides, we didn’t force her. It was her own choice. We weren’t the ones who told her how to make money. It has nothing to do with us.”

"it seems to be like this."

Norsen nodded approvingly. "Good that you know. However, her friend is only willing to provide information on making money, not to do the rest. No matter how much I pressure her, she won't agree. In the end, you'll have to do it."

"Huh? Me?" Mil's face turned pale. "No, I can't do something like reporting to the teachers. If they find out, I'll be beaten to death!"

"You can find someone who won't be discovered or expose you to do it for you."

Mir's face darkened further. "The risk is too high; no one dares to do it."

“Then you’ll have to do it. I’ve already helped you this far, do you really want me to go find the academy’s enforcement team for you again?” Norsen waved his hand and turned to leave. “Whether you do it or not is up to you. However, after this, it will be even harder for you to get her.”

Behind him, Mir's expression shifted between light and shadow, but finally, he seemed to have made up his mind.

……

Friday afternoon.

After completing all the courses as usual, we arrived at the last flight lesson. The flight instructor seemed to have something urgent to attend to today, as he was preoccupied with something. Usually, he would correct everyone's flight maneuvers and stop any violations of flight rules, but today, he simply had everyone do a quick warm-up before dismissing them and letting them do as they pleased.

The whole class scattered like flowers in the sky, each person sitting in their own flying vehicle, like a husky breaking free of its leash, frolicking freely in the sky above the activity area.

Celia pretended to have forgotten something in the classroom, flew around in the sky once, landed in the teaching area, went into a toilet stall, and quickly changed her clothes.

"Mr. Ross, how do you like this outfit change?"

"Hmm, not bad, you look like a third-grade student, I couldn't even tell it was you."

Celia put her mask in her pocket, left the teaching area, boarded her flying broom, and leisurely flew towards the Humility Tower, the competition venue.

The Tower of Humility is located at the southernmost part of the Holy Magic Academy, some distance from the activity area. It took Celia about ten minutes to fly there.

After landing, she saw a number of students around the tower. They were not gathered together, but sat in the woods around the tower, as if they were resting there.

This is one of the academy's rest areas. There's nothing particularly special about resting here; at least on the surface, Celia couldn't tell who was preparing to participate in the flying competition.

She shook her bracelet and glanced at the time. "It only starts in five minutes. I almost missed it."

She looked at Ross in her mental space, relaxed her mind, and said, "Lord Ross, I'm counting on you from now on."

"What do you want me to do?" Rose chuckled and said, "This is your game, good luck."

"Oh? Okay then." Celia was also smiling, but the way she gripped the broom tightly showed that she wasn't really smiling inside.

She also had a flight training session yesterday, but it mainly focused on training her to adapt to instantaneous acceleration and acrobatic flying. She herself still doesn't dare to fly at high speeds.

So when Ross told her to fly, she had absolutely no idea how to fly to win.

And then, the time came.

The wooden plaque, as if sensing something, emitted a faint glow, and a message appeared on it: 【At the top of the Tower of Diligence】

Immediately afterwards, Celia saw her classmates, who had been resting casually, take out their respective flying machines, lift off the ground, and fly north.

These students who suddenly flew at high speed used all sorts of flying vehicles, including spinning flying carpets, nine-lizard-pulled carriages, succubus-pulled carriages, and more.

However, these are all models, not real succubi.

Celia saw that the few flying brooms had also been equipped with jet magic arrays, turning them into jet brooms with even greater speed.

Seeing this, she quickly sat on the broom and followed, but while others were accelerating at 100 km/h, she was turning from walking to running, and she quickly fell behind.

“Keep accelerating,” Ross said.

"We can't speed anymore, or we'll be speeding."

Rose: "...If you don't speed during a race, what's the point? Listen to me, speed up."

“Alright.” Celia could only channel her magic power to slowly reach the speed limit, which was about 40 km/h.

Just then, a message came through the flying broom—

"You were about to exceed the speed limit, so I've slowed you down. You're welcome."

Celia: "?"

Ross glanced at it. "The flying broom is connected to the school's Protoss network. Exceeding speed will trigger a warning from the school, causing them to slow you down."

Celia: "What? There's a speed limit?"

"You've been using it for so long and you still don't know this?" Ross knew that the school's Protoss network was connected, but he didn't know there was such a warning. He just thought it was to prevent students from secretly taking it home.

"I don't know. I usually fly at half speed."

Ross: "..."

Fortunately, the original plan was never to have Celia perform in Fast & Furious.

“Keep flying like this for now, it’s not the right time yet,” Ross said.

"it is good."

Celia agreed and flew in a straight line, quickly adapting to the speed of forty miles per hour.

She suddenly noticed a figure in front of her that appeared to be a contestant.

"Huh? Is that person a contestant? He's not using the school's broom, so why is he flying at the speed limit?"

"If it weren't for you, he would have been the winner of this competition," Rose said with a smile.

Celia: "?"

Ross smiled mysteriously, "You'll find out soon, it'll be soon."

……

Regis is the flight instructor for the first-year gifted class and also the captain of the school's law enforcement team.

This morning, he received a message that an unbridled flying competition would be held during flight class this afternoon.

They were so arrogant, planning to fly from the south of the school to the north, traversing the entire campus. As the captain of the enforcement team, how could I tolerate this?
They usually held their events secretly, taking inconspicuous routes so as not to affect other students and making them difficult to catch, so people turned a blind eye. However, the student who snitched provided a map of the route.

If they don't arrest them all, their law enforcement team might as well quit!
"Captain, they've moved! They're accelerating rapidly, already reaching three times the speed limit."

"Very good, intercept them immediately when they fly into the activity area!"

(End of this chapter)