Succubus cannot be a saint

However, the Moon Spring Church was so poor that it couldn't afford a carriage like Derek's, so Sharlele planned to run. Just as she was about to start, Isadore suddenly volunteered, "Saint Lady... I'll carry you across!"

Sharlelei didn't take this seriously at all. She smiled and touched the little succubus's head, "You don't have a fever either?"

Isadore was stunned for a moment before she reacted, her face flushing red. "I, I'm serious! Lady Saint, I'm very strong!"

Seeing that Sallelei was still smiling and didn't take it seriously, Isadore stomped her feet suddenly, opened her arms and rushed straight up, and picked her up by the waist!

“——Oh shit!”

Sharlelei only had time to yell before her vision reversed, her feet left the ground, and the scenery on both sides quickly receded. The bewildered Ophelin in front of her was getting farther and farther away...

She was actually carried by Isadore and ran!

Ophelin was completely stunned at this moment. She stared blankly at Isadore, who was running away like a wild boar, and pointed at herself blankly.

"…What about me?"

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 20: The Nun's Rush

And so, carrying Sharlene like a sack, Isadore ran all the way to the west side of the town, crossed a long wooden fence, and broke into the mountain dwelling area. Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were no street lights in Moon Spring Town, so even if the townspeople saw her, they wouldn't be able to see clearly...

Before reaching the destination, Isadore finally stopped and found a secluded place to put Sharlele down, saving the Saint from the embarrassment of being carried on someone's shoulders in public.

Sallelei quickly fixed her messy hair and clothes, giving Isadore a strange look. The little nun blushed and lowered her head, not daring to meet the Saint's gaze. Even now, she still felt a certain soft, elastic touch on her shoulders and back...

"I'll tell you about this later..." Salares hesitated and finally said nothing. She took Isadore through the mountain settlement and soon saw the wall on the west side of the town.

This rough brick wall is nearly two meters high and about one meter wide at the top, enough for one person to stand. Under the light of the torches lit by the surrounding townspeople, it looks mottled, dilapidated and weathered.

There is a one-meter-wide gap in the wall, which is thicker at the top and thinner at the bottom. There are piles of earth, rocks and wood fragments scattered on the ground near the gap. It can be seen that they once tried to fill it with stones, wooden frames and soil.

The ground in front of the gap was a shambles, as if a brutal fight had taken place there. Large pools of black blood splattered the ground. A dozen figures gathered around a bonfire, the smell of burnt smoke rising into the air. Not far away, some women busily tended to the wounded.

Hearing the footsteps of Salora and Isadore, the townspeople in front of the campfire turned around, and the firelight illuminated their dark reddish-brown braids and green eyes.

Most of them wore animal skins, had facial patterns painted with blue paint on their faces, carried short bows on their backs, and held hunting knives in their hands. It seemed that these were the indigenous mountain people of Yuequan Town.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Sharlele could also see clearly the objects in the bonfire - they were several black charred corpses. Judging from the outline, they seemed to be deer, but their bodies were covered with crooked horns. The sharp horns of deer, sheep, cow, etc. were distributed chaotically and disorderly all over the body, which looked extremely weird.

“Help…Help…”

At that moment, a low groan of pain emanated from the shadows to one side. Startled, Shailelei turned her head and saw three of Derek's guards sitting against the fence, their spears, daggers, and other weapons scattered on the ground, their bodies covered in large patches of blood.

Without time to think, Sharlelei rushed to the wounded guards, her skirt lifted. One of them was clutching his abdomen, several broken animal horns piercing his body. Blood gushed out, staining his clothes and leather armor red.

"We need to bandage it quickly... Oh, bandages and medicine...!"

Salaret turned around suddenly, but in an instant, a strange atmosphere gripped her.

The mountain people gathered around the blazing fire, either looking at her expressionlessly or making strange prayer gestures towards the fire and muttering to themselves, as if they were performing some mysterious pagan ritual.

Although the women not far away were taking care of the wounded, those wounded were also mountain people. No one offered a helping hand to the guards, and no one even looked at them.

These soldiers were completely ignored, and the mountain people let them fall here until their blood drained away little by little and they died little by little.

At this moment, an exceptionally tall mountain man squeezed out of the crowd, a short bow on his back and a bloody hunting knife in his hand. When Isadore saw his face clearly, she cried out, "Uncle Nannide!"

"...Isadore." The mountaineer looked at Isadore with some surprise, then his gaze fell on Salare. His voice was rough and dull, "You shouldn't have come here. People from the Kingdom are not welcome here."

Isadore knew the mountain folk? Sallelei was slightly startled, but then she realized that the little nun's emerald green eyes were exactly like those of the mountain folk, but her golden hair was a characteristic of the Kingdom's people... Ah, so that's how it is...

"Now is not the time to talk about this, Uncle Nannide!" Isadore pointed at the guards, her voice filled with tears. "They... they are dying! Please... please help them!"

"They were punished by the Antlered Goddess." Nannide stared at Isadore, his expression as hard as stone. "Those who believe in pagan gods, if you don't leave, your fate will be—"

But before he could finish his words, a gentle, pleasant, yet extremely firm girl's voice rang out.

"What will become of us? Will it be the same as theirs?"

In an instant, all the mountain dwellers' eyes fell on the girl who had spoken. In the firelight, her light flaxen hair fluttered in the breeze like silk threads made of silver.

Facing the gazes of the mountain dwellers and the blazing flames, the girl came before them. In the deep darkness, her eyes shone like stars.

"Who are you?" Facing such a fragile, beautiful and lovable girl, Nanny's hard tone couldn't help but soften.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Salares shook her head. "I just don't want to see anyone die tonight."

"It's useless, Sister..." A guard spat viciously, then coughed weakly, "They won't listen... Damn pagans, cough... They wish we were dead... Damn it... I'm here to guard the wall..."

"No one here believes you, people of the kingdom. This must be the conspiracy of your steward." Nanned said coldly.

Sharlelei sighed inwardly. She hadn't expected the conflict between Derek and the mountain folk to be so acute. These guards were clearly there to defend the wall, and they'd been wounded fighting the monsters, yet the mountain folk still refused to trust them.

What on earth did Derek do to the mountain people...

"You're wrong, Mr. Nannide," Salares said softly. "I can swear there's no conspiracy involved... because it was me who persuaded Derek to send guards here."

The girl's clear and firm voice echoed in the dark night, not only moving Nannide slightly, but also causing huge waves in the hearts of the wounded guards.

They knew only too well how harsh and cold-blooded Derek was, and how he treated the mountain folk. Derek's orders to guard the wall had already shocked these guards—had the goddess blessed the steward's hardened heart, that he'd actually shown kindness to those native savages?

Only now did they realize that Derek's hard heart had really been blessed - but the one who blessed it was not the goddess, but the weak girl in front of them.

Who is this girl?

As she spoke, Sharlele began to charm Nanned. However, she immediately sensed that Nanned's heart burned with rejection, suspicion, and even hatred towards Derek and all the people of the kingdom, and her charm had little effect.

"You and your gods took our land," Nanned said coldly, "took away our food, suppressed our faith, and drove us to the edge of the forest. We bore the punishment of the Antlered Goddess in your place. Now you say... there's no conspiracy in your actions?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the mountaineers suddenly became agitated, and anger began to well up in their green eyes. A mountaineer holding a hunting knife took a step forward, and his shadow fell on Salare. Salare calmly raised her head and stared into his eyes.

"Miss Salare!" Isadore screamed, and took a step forward without hesitation to stand in front of Salare.

"Get out of here, Isadore!" Nannide snapped. "This is between us and the Kingdom!"

"This...this...I can't...but I can't let you hurt the Saint...hurt Miss Sallelei!" Tears overflowed from Isadore's eyes, and she shook her head like a rattle.

Salarei smiled slightly, patted her head, and walked past her, "It's okay, Isadore, leave it to me."

Hearing Sharlene's name, the wounded guards were startled again, their wounds were aroused, and they began to cough painfully.

Charlene...? Isn't that the name of the crazy daughter? Wait, isn't she... isn't she crazy? How could she have convinced Derek to build the wall, and why is she here?

And...how did she become a saint again! ?

But that crazy daughter actually came here, confronted the mountain people for them, and even... she persuaded Derek to help the mountain people defend the wall...

Could it really be... that the Goddess of Light has appeared?

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 21: There is No God Here

In their increasingly blurred vision, the wounded guards looked at the girl in a nun's uniform, shrouded in the flames. Gradually, the slender figure seemed to be shrouded in a sacred halo.

"This matter has nothing to do with the Goddess of Antlers or the Goddess of Light..." Shalelei said slowly, walking forward towards the mountain man with the hunting knife.

She knew that time was passing by, and the three guards were also dying.

She had to save them, and fast.

The power of enchantment gradually spread, rippling invisible ripples of the mind in the air. Sharlelei no longer spared her magic, doing her utmost to soothe and mobilize the emotions of the mountain folk, dispelling their vigilance and making them begin to listen and consider her words.

However, this type of area charm consumed a significant amount of magic power, and the mountain folk were already quite hostile to her. Influencing everyone's emotions would require a significant amount of magic power. If she hadn't just transformed four succubi and gained a large amount of magic power, Sharlelei would have been drained of her magic power in less than a minute.

"I am not here for the gods."

Sharlele spoke word for word, and without hesitation she tore off her nun's headscarf, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, she threw the symbol of her identity as a believer of the Goddess of Light on the ground.

"I'm here for the 'people'."

She walked past the mountain man and walked towards Nannide, staring into his green eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about, pagan shaman... You and your gods have no credibility at all!" Looking at the girl in front of him, Nanned couldn't help but take a step back and roared angrily.

At the same time, anger rose from his chest - am I afraid? Afraid of such a little girl? A spokesperson for a pagan religion?

But Sharlene took his wrath on fearlessly, her eyes gleaming with a blazing light that made him afraid to even look directly at her. The next second, her voice echoed through the darkness, like the sound of ice and snow breaking through.

“—But, there is no God here!”

For a moment, all was silent. No one dared to speak, and everyone, whether guards or villagers, stared at the girl in amazement.

What did she say? That... there's no God here?

"Neither the Antlered Goddess nor the Goddess of Light is here." In the dead silence, Sharlene's gentle voice rang out again. If her previous shout had resonated like thunder and lightning in their heads, then her words now flowed like a clear spring into their hearts.

"Yes, God is not here... Only 'humans' are here, only us mortals. I am not here to proclaim the existence of God - I am here to save 'human' lives."

Before she knew it, Sharlele was in front of Nanned, staring directly into his eyes. Staring into those gentle yet resolute purple eyes, the sturdy mountain man involuntarily took a step back, his fingers gripping the hunting knife slowly loosening.

"Bandage them."

After an unknown amount of time, under the gentle gaze of those purple eyes, Nanned whispered, his voice hoarse.

None of the mountain folk raised any objections to his orders. As before, they silently set to work, taking out medicine, splints, and clean cloths to tend to the wounds of the wounded guards.

"Sam, I seem to...see the goddess..."

Suddenly, a guard whispered, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at his companion whose face was covered with stains and blood, his turbid eyes filled with tears.

"You fucking fart..." Sam cursed, but the next moment, something warm overflowed from his eyes. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it away, but the severe pain and weakness made him unable to move.

But... the pain was indeed fading away bit by bit. He even instinctively felt that his life was stopping—he had survived, death was moving away from him, he had survived, and a great joy of surviving a disaster gripped his heart.

"You're right, Dark, the goddess...it was the goddess who saved us all..." He muttered to himself in a hoarse voice.

Isadore stared at all this in a daze. Her heart was beating wildly, and a strong sense of joy and longing trembled within her. In her vision, the figure of the girl bathed in the firelight gradually became blurred.

Yes, yes... I wasn't mistaken, I was right. Miss Shalelei was undoubtedly a saint, the incarnation of the goddess... I was right to follow her. Whether mountain dwellers, kingdom dwellers, believers, or non-believers, Miss Shalelei would save everyone equally...

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After receiving treatment, the guards' injuries stabilized and they fell into a deep sleep, while the mountain people gently carried them to a cart filled with soft straw.

Watching this scene, Nanned's chest tightened slightly. He felt for some reason as if he were witnessing the beginning of something—the beginning of a change in the relationship between the mountain people and the people of the kingdom.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the girl in nun's clothes. In the light of the fire, her silver hair fluttered in the wind, and her beautiful silhouette looked like a goddess.

But... could everything really be that simple? He remembered the high priest's words and the letter sent from Greystone Town.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves interrupted his thoughts. A carriage and a fast horse approached. When the mountain people saw the emblem of Derek on the carriage, they immediately stopped what they were doing and quickly gathered behind Nanned, looking as if they were facing a great enemy.

Before the carriage stopped, the fast horse had already reached the gap in the wall, and the rider on it jumped to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. The mountain people retreated, and after the dust cleared, Sharlelei saw the man's true face.

She was a heroic blonde girl wearing mail armor and a long sword at her waist. She was probably only in her early twenties, with her hair tied back in a bun, slanted eyebrows, a raised nose, thin lips, and a pair of blue eyes as sharp as an eagle. Her every move was as upright and measured as a knight, and she exuded a sharp aura like a sword drawn from its sheath.

And above her head, a faintly glowing pink "?66" was floating.

"Miss Du...Miss Durenna!"

Seeing the girl, the guard lying on the cart called out weakly. Durenna quickly stepped forward. Her brow was furrowed, but after examining the guards' injuries, she revealed a look of surprise.

"Someone actually treated you? Who was it?"

"It's... mountain people..."

"Don't be ridiculous! How is that possible?" Durenna frowned, and the guard nodded vigorously with tears in his eyes: "That's right... That's right, it was the goddess... The goddess influenced them..."

"...Goddess?" Durenna suddenly felt strange. She raised her head and looked around, and happened to meet Sharlele's eyes.

At this moment, Shalelei also saw that Durenna had an iron-gray broken sword-shaped emblem hanging around her neck, with a spear-shaped symbol engraved on it. This was the certificate of transcendence issued by the Church of the God of War. This meant that she was a beginner transcendent warrior...

Durenna stared at Shalelei with sharp eyes, and the latter met the gaze of the extraordinary warrior without fear. While Durenna showed a thoughtful expression, Shalelei also stared at the number of desires above her head and fell into deep thought.

This Miss Durenna had come with Derek's carriage and was most likely Derek's bodyguard. In a small place like Moon Spring Town, it was hard to imagine there would be another extraordinary warrior. In other words, Durenna was the town's top fighting force.

It turns out that Derek was completely unconcerned about the Warcraft. Besides not knowing the details of the Warcraft, there was also a reason that he had a super warrior protecting him...

"Myself and the nuns are all non-combatants. If I can turn this powerful Durenna into a succubus..." Sharlelei thought to herself, "And so far, I've only assimilated ordinary people. What kind of chemical reaction will occur when an extraordinary warrior becomes a succubus?"

But before she could say anything, Durenna walked straight towards her, her sharp blue eyes fixed on her. She came up to Salares and asked bluntly, "Salares Dravet?"

Salarei nodded. But just as she admitted her identity, Durenna's gaze suddenly became more hostile, and her tone became sharper. "Did you convince the mountain people to bandage them?"

Faced with Durenna's sudden hostility, Sharlele felt a little confused, but she nodded.

"Did you convince the bald man to send men to guard the wall?" Durenna asked bluntly. Sharlelei nodded again. This time, Durenna's gaze shifted slightly as she looked her up and down, but ultimately said nothing.

As the two were talking, a carriage drove up. Derek got out and shuddered at the cold gazes of the mountain folk and the sight of the hunting knives. But upon seeing Durenna, his courage grew, and he strode towards the two.

But at this moment, the mountain people suddenly became agitated, accompanied by shouts of "World of Warcraft! World of Warcraft!", a swift black shadow drilled in from the gap in the wall, and happened to rush towards Sharlelei and others!

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