The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

Standing in front of Pamisha’s house, Hilia wore a strange expression.

"Miss Pamisha, are you really going to do this?"

Hilia confirmed for the last time.

"Of course! You and that Miss Hilia are super super alike in height, build, face shape, and temperament. If you pretend to be her to invite me, my father definitely won’t say anything." Pamisha declared confidently.

What Pamisha hoped for Hilia to do made Hilia feel... ridiculous.

She recalled a scene at the tavern.

In response to Hilia’s inquiry, Pamisha said something that made Hilia spit out her drink on the spot—

"I want Miss Xiluo to disguise as Hilia to take me away."

"Pfft!"

Hilia spat out her juice, looking at Pamisha in shock, "What did you say?"

Pamisha said, "Judging by your appearance, you should have watched the recently concluded Mage League, right? The contestant named Hilia was terrifyingly strong, not only winning the championship but also saving the Northern Alliance. She’s loved by many people in the Northern Alliance, and I’m one of them."

Hilia was grateful she had disguised herself and changed her name.

"Why suddenly have me disguise as ’her’?" Hilia asked curiously.

"Because..." Pamisha looked up and down at Hilia, "I sense a similar aura between you and Hilia."

"I think..."

"30 Gold Coins."

"Deal!"

...

And so, the plan to have Hilia disguise as Hilia began.

Pamisha found a portrait of Hilia for Hilia, seemingly clipped from a newspaper, and then took her to a secret makeup shop, having Hilia cover up her ’freckles and pimples’ and put on a veil, revealing only her eyes.

After a brief discussion, Pamisha took Hilia to the mayor’s mansion.

"Miss Xiluo, honestly, if I didn’t know you weren’t Hilia, I’d think you were her."

Pamisha exclaimed in amazement, "You look so much alike!"

Hilia: "..."

Next time I’ll disguise my build too!

Pamisha led Hilia into the mansion, leaving her to wait in the hall, while she joyfully called inside:

"Father, Mother, come quickly, see who I brought!"

A voice replied, "Pamisha, if you bring that Anthony boy home again, I’ll break his legs!"

"It’s not Anthony; it’s someone you would never expect!"

Pamisha said, pulling out a middle-aged man.

Hilia politely nodded at him, "Hello, Uncle, I am Hilia, a friend of Pamisha’s."

Pamisha’s father was also a Tier Three Mage, though he seemed to have been stuck at Tier Three for a long time, with magic power almost overflowing.

Like many other mages forever stuck at Tier Three without further progress, his aura held many traces of the Divine Realm, showing he’d been there many times but hadn’t completed the trials.

Seeing Hilia, he paused for a moment, "Hello, Hilia... your name sounds familiar."

Pamisha chuckled and took out a newspaper, pointing at the team competition champion, "It’s the champion of this year’s Mage League, the most central mage, Hilia."

"What?"

Pamisha’s father picked up the newspaper, examining closely, then after a while, asked with doubt, "Miss Hilia, why do you need to cover yourself so thoroughly?"

As he spoke, his eyes squinted, sensing something amiss.

Recalling Pamisha’s various antics heightened his sense of something being off.

Before Hilia could speak, Pamisha hurriedly explained, "Because Hilia is a celebrity, young people all know her. Without this disguise, she’d be recognized by many on the streets."

Exaggerated. Hilia thought to herself.

Only in Kost might that happen.

Outside of Kost, who would recognize her?

At most, they’d just find her somewhat familiar.

She wasn’t a legendary figure affecting the entire world order.

For the 30 Gold Coins... no, 40 Gold Coins, Hilia accepted Pamisha’s words, nodding.

However, Pamisha’s explanation only made her father’s suspicions worse.

He squinted his eyes, "Why would the Mage League champion Miss Hilia appear in this small place, Pamisha?"

"Because..."

"Because you know her?"

Pamisha nodded.

Her father smiled knowingly, "You, you, calling a league champion mage, do you think I’d believe you? You haven’t left Extreme North Supply Town since birth, and Hilia only came to the Northern Alliance during the league; how could you know her, did you meet in a dream?"

Pamisha quickly said, "It’s really Hilia, see, everything from aura to build, height... matches Hilia in the newspaper."

Her father put the newspaper aside, realizing more of what his daughter was up to, smiled, "So, though I don’t know how you know Miss Hilia, or why Hilia isn’t in the Ista Empire but in the Land of the Far North, since she’s at home, Miss Hilia need not feel so concealed."

Pamisha hurriedly said, "She likes it this way; father, you can’t demand people to do this and that, right?"

Her father smiled slightly, "I’m actually also a fan of Miss Hilia and would love to take a photo with her. Could you grant me this small request, Miss Hilia?"

Pamisha hurriedly pushed her father away, saying while pushing, "Father, your request is really inappropriate! Go have the butler prepare lunch to entertain Hilia."

After pushing her father away, Pamisha hurriedly sat beside Hilia, whispering, "Xiluo... Hilia, later, just say you want to invite me to visit your school, and I’ll handle the rest... Oh right, let me check what Hilia’s school is called... Divine Magic Academy? Alright, remember the name, don’t say it wrong later."

Hilia chuckled, nodding, "Okay."

At this moment, Hilia suddenly understood Rose’s joy as a bystander.

I’m disguising as myself.

Just sounds like...

Super interesting!

And there’s money to be made!

Not only do I earn 30 Gold Coins but also get to watch the client and her father put on a show, interesting indeed.

The girl shared her emotions in her mind with Rose, who also found this development amusing, watching keenly.

"Heh, if it were anyone else, they’d probably be nervous by now." Hilia said.

Rose laughed, "Who would have thought of such a development."

Soon, various foods unique to the Land of the Far North were served, and Hilia, Pamisha, along with Pamisha’s parents, sat down.

Hilia tried the Far North delicacies, hmm, not tasty.

After eating a little, she spoke, "Hello, Uncle, Pamisha and I hit it off immediately. She wishes to visit my school; I hope you agree."

Pamisha’s father asked, "What is the name of your school?"

Hilia ’thought for a moment,’ then, based on Rose’s sudden suggestion, said, "It’s called... called... Divine Magic Academy."

Ding!

Pamisha’s hand shook, and the spoon fell to the ground.