The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

Chapter 318: Chapter 316: I Love Watching Women Fight the Most

Earlier.

After Hilia left the Heretic Base, she arrived at a spot in the slums.

"Lord Rose, do we really have to do this?"

"The purification ritual you performed easily leaves marks. That Tier Four Mage is a Spirit Mage—most likely, they’ll track you down based on what you left behind. So you have to deal with them before you can safely go back."

"But with so little time, I don’t have enough to set up an array... Should we call a school mentor, or report it to the Northern Alliance?"

"No need for either. Just do as I say, you can kill two birds with one stone."

"Alright then."

Hilia slung her pack over her shoulder and disguised herself.

When she showed up again, she was already in Mier’s form.

Afterward, she pretended to ’accidentally’ leak her own traces, tricking the Tier Four Mage from the Dusk Sect—Suna, who was living in the slums, into discovering her.

The familiar aura immediately alarmed Suna. She hurried over at once.

When Hilia saw her, she pretended to be stunned and exclaimed, "Y-You’re not dead yet? What are you doing here?"

At this moment, though it wasn’t even five o’clock, the sky above Kost was already bright. People in the slums were up and about, and the shops were opening.

Disguised as Mier, Hilia now looked just like a noble mage out enjoying the local slum cuisine, cheese bread in hand.

Seeing Suna approach, she feigned a panic, hurriedly hopping onto her flying broom and ’randomly’ fleeing in a direction.

It looked just like someone so scared they had no idea where to run.

Of course, Hilia’s nerves weren’t faked.

Setting up one Tier Four Mage against another—that was crazy exciting.

There’s no way not to be tense.

Hilia ’blindly’ took off, flying outward.

Suna, who hadn’t lost her mind, smiled and licked her lips. "Finally caught you, my little puppy. Heh... If I hadn’t happened to see you, I wouldn’t have volunteered to come here, you know. Hehehehe..."

Hilia, monitoring Suna the whole time, paused, a little surprised.

"So she really was after ’Mier’?"

"Wait, that’s weird. Mier isn’t a contestant, just an observer, how would she know about him?"

Mier had indeed come to the event—as a supporter from his school, just watching.

If Suna hadn’t failed to see through her last night, Hilia would’ve suspected Suna already saw through her disguise and came because she saw her joining the competition as Mier.

But clearly that’s not the case.

Which is odd.

"Maybe some newspaper accidentally recorded Mier among the contestants, and this nutjob just happened to see it."

Hilia didn’t dwell. If anyone’s doomed, it’s Mier anyway.

But as long as Mier doesn’t wander outside, nothing will happen to him.

Feeling her pursuer’s unhurried approach, Hilia relaxed.

"As long as she doesn’t just grab me straightaway, it’s fine."

She actually enjoyed Suna’s slow, unhurried style.

Soon, Hilia ’frantically’ lured Suna outside the slums.

She pretended to realize she’d gone the wrong way, quickly shifted direction to circle back another way.

Of course, Suna wasn’t giving her the chance. In a blink, Suna appeared in front of her, herding ’Mier’ outward like a border collie with sheep.

Hilia played along, thinking this woman probably had some twisted feelings for ’Mier’ after obsessing over him so long.

So, let’s ’hurt’ you one more time.

"Someone’s coming." Rose’s voice sounded.

Soon after, Hilia sensed, through Rose’s sharing, a Tier Four Mage from the Polar Blood Alliance flying this way.

Unlike Suna’s cat-and-mouse games, this one clearly wasn’t in the mood to let her run around.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Hilia sensed a wild surge of magic power and spiritual force approaching from afar.

The newcomer was extremely fast—soon she was close by, and upon seeing Hilia’s back, she shouted, "Hmph, still trying to run? Stay here!"

Hilia’s current outfit was the same one she’d worn inside the Polar Blood Alliance base, so when Vera saw her back, she attacked immediately.

Furious spirit magic surged straight at Hilia.

Without any warning, Hilia barely had time to react before Suna, frowning, instantly summoned a magic puppet to intercept the attack.

Feeling the spiritual attack relayed through the puppet, Suna frowned slightly. "Spirit Magic? You’re Vera from the Polar Blood Alliance?"

Vera didn’t stop; she growled, "None of your business—get out of the way!"

Suna took the same attitude. As Vera charged in, Suna’s puppet raised a fist wreathed in black flames and punched at Vera without hesitation.

"You’re looking for death!"

Vera roared, spiritual power and magic power merging into a giant hand that slammed straight into Suna’s puppet.

In an instant, there was a thunderous boom as their attacks collided, and the resulting explosion blew a deep trench into the ground below.

Hilia’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

"Are Tier Four Mages’ fights always this terrifying?"

She thought back to the battle in Southern Border City.

If not for the protection of the array then, the shockwaves alone could have demolished all the buildings around the plaza.

Hilia didn’t run; instead, she found a hiding spot below, pretending to make it look like she was trying to escape.

If she really tried to run, those two would just block her first. By pretending to hide and watch, it would make the two above less eager to deal with her directly.

Honestly, creating a misleading impression for both wasn’t easy. Good thing these two Tier Four Mages were both hotheaded heretics, the kind who’d kill your whole family if they didn’t like you.

After the first clash, neither was pleased. Vera summoned her own magic puppet, fell back behind it, and sent her puppet charging forward.

Suna did the same, her puppet cloaked in black flames, charging in to brawl with Vera’s magic puppet.

Their real bodies didn’t just watch—Vera used spirit magic to interfere with Suna’s spiritual power, disrupting her connection with her puppet, while Suna charged right in to fight Vera up close.

"I knew you heretics were worthless! I should’ve objected back then and told the leader not to cooperate with you!"

Vera was shrouded in a translucent shield of dark purple, and many large purple-black hands appeared behind her.

Her fighting style was to use those big, purple-black spirit magic hands to slug it out with Suna in close combat.

Watching this, Hilia quietly asked Rose, "Lord Rose, this Vera mage... Is she using Mage’s Hand?"

Rose shook her head. "That’s not Mage’s Hand. It’s more like a fixed-form Mage’s Hand—it can only become a fist for attacking, can’t be manipulated into all kinds of shapes. Just like Fireball Technique can only make fireballs, you can’t turn it into a mass of fire threads."

"Oh, I see." Hilia nodded.

She quietly shuffled away, pretending she was sneaking off and hoping not to be noticed.

But the moment she edged away, Suna and Vera shifted their battle in her direction.

The message was clear.

Suna’s voice even floated over—

"Dearest Mier Deville, my sweet little brother, you can’t just abandon your sister and run. Once I deal with this maniac, I’ll have a nice long chat with you."

"I missed you so, so much, hehe."