The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess-Chapter 48 - 46: The Money-Bringing Girl

"Miss Doris, are you alright? Continuing?"

Confident Hilia, seeing the Doris Puppet sent flying by a kick and making no further moves, couldn’t help but remind her.

She had already played her confidence card: "Free training time isn’t over yet, hurry up and get your puppet up."

"You..."

Doris glared angrily at Hilia.

Originally wanting Hilia to understand the meaning of gap, now she had ended up shattering her own mindset.

With a chaotic heart, the only option was to let the puppet fight on its own to continue the battle.

A puppet acting on its own might defeat a mage, but it couldn’t win against a puppet of the same level assisted by a mage—so losing was inevitable.

"Since you want to continue, then let’s continue."

Doris’s puppet stood up again, the longsword spinning, erupting in roaring flames, and traces of wind appeared around it; the fire blew up two meters high in the wind!

Then, the puppet charged at Hilia’s puppet at twice the previous speed. This was already above the maximum lock-on limit of Hilia’s Mage’s Hand. She couldn’t react to Doris’s puppet’s attack at all.

Luckily, when the sword tip was about to pierce Hilia’s puppet, Doris came back to herself in time, hurriedly had the puppet turn the sword around, changing the tip to the hilt, and smacked it into Hilia’s puppet.

Boom!

Utterly unable to resist, Hilia’s puppet was sent flying back, its entire armor thrown all over the place. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Although not scrapped directly, it couldn’t get up again.

"Hmph, you thought playing around just now was my true strength?"

Doris stomped off in a huff. Passing Hilia, she paused. "I’ll pay for your puppet."

"Thank you, take care." Hilia didn’t mind at all, even waving at Doris.

This attitude made Doris even more frustrated.

She’d totally crushed Hilia’s puppet, so why did she feel absolutely no satisfaction? So annoying!

Hilia walked over to check on her puppet, just thinking how to repair it, when Abros’s voice came from the side: "Your puppet’s materials are too poor, don’t bother fixing it. Just save the important parts, write up a loss report and give it to Doris, let her compensate you."

Hilia looked up and quickly stood. "Mr. Abros."

"Keep the Heart of the Magic Puppet and Magic Core, as for the Arcane Furnace... it’s just the school’s standard furnace, forget about it. This spine bone is decent, pack it up. Make a list of the other parts." Abros smiled.

Hilia was a little stunned, feeling Mr. Abros’s way of talking was a bit off, but still nodded: "Thank you. Oh right, Mr. Abros, I had some questions during the spar just now, could you help me out?"

"Of course you can."

...

That night, Doris followed the list that Hilia gave and delivered all of the materials to her dorm room.

Plus one gold coin as rune compensation—Hilia requested the materials to not have any pre-carved runes.

Looking at all the materials, Hilia couldn’t stop smiling.

"I’ve decided, from now on I’ll call Doris the Money-Fairy Girl!"

With Rose’s guidance and help, Hilia pulled an all-nighter.

Because Doris’s materials were much better than the school’s, after an entire night, she only managed to inscribe one fifth of the runes.

"These mithril-mixed materials, are these what Doris’s puppet was made of? So hard to carve."

"No, these aren’t as good as her puppet’s materials, but for you, they’re enough."

"Uh..." Hilia recalled the magic Doris’s puppet used in the afternoon, that overwhelming aura she couldn’t resist at all, and couldn’t help but mutter, "Is the gap that big? Feels even stronger than Mr. Dylan the High Priest."

Rose chuckled lightly, "If you faced that High Priest head-on, you wouldn’t say that. Besides, that High Priest’s puppet uses an artificial Heart of the Magic Puppet—it’s nowhere near as good as a natural one."

Artificial Divine Format at full operation can’t compare to even a single natural Divine Format.

"A natural Heart of the Magic Puppet boosts magic immensely. Doris only used Basic Flame Enchantment and it became so powerful, outstripping even the Tier Two magic cast by a mage."

Rose couldn’t help but sigh.

No wonder this world favored magic puppet technology and neglected self-cultivation.

No matter how much of a genius a mage is, their Fireball Technique couldn’t compete with a Divine Format-boosted Divine Fireball Skill.

The mage’s improvement, material upgrades, all serve to better fit with the Divine Format.

"Why do I feel like I haven’t improved at all?" Hilia looked at the Heart of the Magic Puppet.

"Don’t tell me you think as a mere Tier One Mage, you can freely shape Mage’s Hand, turning it into a spiritual probe to lock onto targets?" Rose said, amused.

"Isn’t that possible?"

Hilia tried on the spot, ending up turning Mage’s Hand into Mage’s Stick, burning through a ton of Spiritual Power and finishing in a mess.

"Okay, guess not."

...

Over the next few days plus the weekend, Hilia spent all her non-class time making a new magic puppet.

Doris’s puppet ignited a strong urge to catch up, making her finally diligent.

Still, progress was slow, and it wasn’t until Sunday that the brand-new puppet was complete.

Aside from the Heart of the Magic Puppet, Magic Core, and spine bone, all other parts were replaced.

The brand-new puppet, Hilia based on Rose’s appearance, and there’s quite a resemblance.

Seeing this, Rose couldn’t help but laugh. "Making a puppet in my image... Aren’t you afraid of being discovered by the sect and branded a heretic?"

"Of course not." Hilia giggled, "Whether it’s the Holy Court or the sect, their records of the Evil God Ross look nothing like you."

Rose thought about it and agreed.

The Twelve Main Gods went to great lengths to seal him. No way they’d let him break out on outside help; his portrait probably long lost to history.

The depictions in later generations relied entirely on wrong textual descriptions and wild imaginations.

After finishing the puppet, Hilia immediately headed to the library to apply for the school’s required magic memory crystals, transmitting them into the puppet’s magic core.

The school’s memory crystals aren’t free—the base price is 10 gold coins, with rarer or higher-tier ones costing more.

But Hilia is a candidate for Holy Daughter, so she doesn’t have to pay for now—she can pay when she’s richer later, or just mooch them once she officially becomes the Holy Daughter.

"So that’s three magics: Water of Stagnation, Ice Wall, Ice Blade Impact—slowdown, defense, and area attack. Combined with Mage’s Hand lock-on, plus the Ice Spike and Holy Word Skill I’ve learned, I should have a shot at a fight."

"Mage’s Hand is the core, using it as ’bullet time’ is a waste." Rose said.

"Is it really the core?"

Hilia doubted this magic that seemed useful only for snatching other people’s stuff.

Rose didn’t answer, just controlled the puppet to use Mage’s Hand and aimed at a piece of cut, mithril-mixed metal plate.

Wham!

The mithril metal, which couldn’t even be pierced after hammering for ages, was punctured instantly, like a bullet hole.

"See? Once you fully master Mage’s Hand, it can help you open a lid right on your enemy’s forehead."

Hilia stared at the punctured hole for a long time, then mumbled quietly, "It’s super useful... so why didn’t we use it to punch the metal holes just now?"

Rose: "?"