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

Chapter 32 The Saintess's Deduction

The dinner in Beya Village was quite lavish for the villagers, with both vegetarian and meat dishes, but it was still a bit lacking compared to the dining hall of the Holy Magic Academy.

Celia was not picky about the food, and everyone enjoyed the meal. Celia then went to the room that Marina had arranged.

A room that resembles a student dormitory.

"I'm so sorry, this is the best room we have here. Please excuse the poor quality, Celia. This is an empty room left over from the graduation of the last batch of students. Please don't mind."

Celia noticed the key phrase: "Students? Is this a school?"

The village is neither too big nor too small. If it were a town, it would meet the requirements for running a school, but that would be a town with a flow of people, while this is a remote mountain village.

Marina nodded shyly. "Yes, this is the school I helped build for everyone. The students are children from the village who are of school age but don't have the means to leave the mountains. I'm the only teacher."

This was something Celia hadn't expected; this unassuming sorceress was actually a village schoolteacher.

"It's shocking. I never imagined that a remote village could have a school and teachers. Even in towns, only families with good financial conditions can afford to send their children to school."

Celia was filled with awe.

"It's just something I like," Marina smiled. "I won't disturb Miss Celia's rest any longer. Sweet dreams."

"..."

Not long after Marina left, just as Celia was about to meditate, Ross's voice came.

"Tsk tsk, this is no ordinary school, it's a magic school."

Celia suddenly opened her eyes.

"What? A magic school?"

There was a school in the small village; she was at most just shocked.

But if you say this school is a magic school, then it's not shock, it's fear.

Magic is not something everyone can learn; it requires talent, otherwise, you'll only achieve half the results with twice the effort.

If a small town can support the establishment of a small magic academy, it will soon be upgraded to a medium-sized town, attracting countless people. The Holy Court will also come and open a temple as assistance.

Moreover, magic schools cannot be opened casually; they require a complicated review process before they can receive assistance from the Sorcerer's Guild and the Royal Court to set up shop.

In addition, the school must have qualified teachers, complete teaching materials, and sufficient magical materials as support.

In short, when Celia heard that Bea Village had a magic school, her first reaction was absurdity, followed by fear.

"There's only one possibility for a magic school to be opened in a remote area that the Holy See doesn't know about—it's run by a heretic."

Like seeing the sun after the clouds have parted, everything became clear, and Celia immediately connected all the circumstances.

The villagers refused to move due to the unusual water source next to the village, and there was a magic school in the village, which only a heretical sect would run in secrecy.

Doesn't this mean that this village is a gathering place for heretics, and that they are the culprits behind the mutation?!

Celia launched into a brainstorming session, revealing all her reasoning without reservation, which Ross easily discerned.

Ross was both amused and exasperated: "Your reasoning skills are truly... impressive."

The process was entirely correct, but the result was entirely wrong.

"So Lord Ross is certain that this village is a gathering place for heretics?" Celia asked hastily.

"If that's the case, what would you do?" Ross didn't give a definite answer; instead, he asked.

Celia said firmly, "I will find evidence that they are heretics, and then go to the temple to summon the high priest!"

"What if no evidence is found?"

“No evidence found…” Celia thought for a moment, “If they are heretics, no matter how they try to cover it up, they won’t escape my senses. If there is no evidence, it means my guess is wrong.” The thought that she might have disturbed a cult’s den immediately killed Celia’s will to meditate.

She jumped off the bed.

"I'll go walk around the village now and see if there's anything unusual about them."

Ross did not stop it.

He wanted to see if Celia, given a preconceived notion of the outcome, would work backward from the result to deduce the process, or would she ignore the reasoning and simply check for any problems?

It is certain that there are heretics in Beya Village.

No one can escape Ross's eyes.

So, Ross was hoping for one thing—would the discovery of hidden heretics by Celia lead to the conclusion that the entire village was a heretical stronghold?
It looks like it'll be really interesting.

Ross decided to give Celia a hint if she couldn't find anything unusual when she approached the heretics.

"It really is a school." After leaving the student dormitory and coming down, Celia sensed some movement on the other side of the wall. She quietly flew over to take a look and found about a dozen boys and girls doing some activities there.

Some people are learning fireballs...fire magic; some are wielding wooden swords; and others are practicing sparring, their punches landing with real force.

In the crowd, Celia spotted a familiar face: Marina.

She was standing next to two students who were wrestling, watching them intently.

"Remember, during sparring, you should fill your entire body with magic, and use magic to adjust the areas that are attacked, thereby strengthening your body."

"Fight as you please, but don't let it escalate, or I won't hold back."

"..."

Celia secretly observed and carefully watched the students' training, as well as Marina's teaching.

"Is Marina really the only sorcerer mentor? Her teaching methods... don't seem like those of the heretics."

The girl frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"Whether it's during the day or now, Miss Marina, I don't sense any trace of heretics."

After muttering to herself, Celia explained to Ross, "I am a prospective saintess, and I am naturally opposed to heretics. No matter how well heretics hide, I can detect their traces with my senses, but Miss Marina has no traces at all."

"I see." Ross didn't say anything, but he felt that perhaps he didn't need to remind her; Celia would be able to discover the traces of the heretics' activities on her own.

After watching for a while, Celia quietly left and wandered around the village.

It's already night, and apart from the school where students are working late into the night, and a few houses with lights on, everything else is pitch black.

Celia wandered around the houses that were still lit up, and apart from a few houses where embarrassing sounds were coming from, she didn't find anything unusual.

Until she came to a dilapidated wooden house.

Celia remembered this house; it seemed to be the house of Uncle Jack from earlier that day.

During the day, although she did not specifically seek out any unusual behavior from the passing villagers, she would not let anyone who dared to cross her face go unnoticed.

Uncle Jack is not a heretic.

Celia glanced at the cabin and was about to walk past it when suddenly, a strange sensation entered her senses.

She immediately stopped, turned around, and looked at Uncle Jack's house.

"There are signs of contamination... Is Uncle Jack a heretic?"

(End of this chapter)