Succubus cannot be a saint

With Durenna and Isadore accompanying them, the succubus-ization process in Graystone Town was temporarily halted. While they were in Field City, only Granny and Ophelin were working to recruit new succubi, but their efficiency was much slower. Her followers currently numbered only a little over ninety.

Archbishop Raymond was clearly relieved by Salleh's departure - he was eager for this difficult saint to leave his territory as soon as possible.

But before that, she still had one thing to deal with, that is, her "former lover", Miss Angeldale of the Duke of Iharion's family in the North, has awakened.

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At the last dinner before leaving Field, Sharlele met Miss Angeldale.

Today, Sharlele inherited the memories and emotions of Sharlele Delavie, though the only memory of Angeldel in Sharlele Delavie's mind is a month.

——Miss Iharian was a guest at the Duke of Delavie's house for that short month.

But in that month, the two of them were like two happy elves. At first, they just nodded to each other at the banquet, and when the men were talking about state affairs, these two girls who had nothing to do with politics and social life would hide aside and chat.

Angeldel would tell Sharlele about the exceptionally long winter in the North, the sleds pulled by furry wolfhounds, the North Star at the top of the Dragonbone Mountains in the north, and the legends about dragons.

As for Charlotte, she would tell Angelelle about her life in the church orphanage, how to tie ropes, how to patch, how to make wreaths, how to climb up to the roof and remove tiles, and how to use small wires to open locks.

At first, Sharlele thought that the mischief of these poor children was not something that could pollute the ears of a real noble lady. However, who knew that this canary from the North would listen with great interest and even wanted her to perform wire lock picking on the spot.

Then, the two little girls became inseparable. From hiding in a corner at banquets, to exploring the Duke of Dravi's mansion, to sneaking out of their rooms at night and sitting in the dew-covered rose garden to watch the moon, the stars, and the North Star that Angeldale had mentioned...

These dreamlike days would occasionally be awakened by the suffocating reality. When Duke Dravi announced at the banquet that Charlene was going to be engaged to another nobleman, she didn't even dare to look at Angeldel's face among the guests.

And when she learned that Angeldel had been engaged to the second prince of the kingdom a long time ago, she began to resent the so-called "fate" and "family" for the first time.

It was like a carefree elf suddenly looking back and finding that it had been tightly bound by invisible spider silk.

She was destined to be carefully seasoned with etiquette and cosmetics, carefully arranged with dresses and jewelry, and then sent to another person's plate to be devoured.

As for the intention of the food itself, it naturally does not exist in the eyes of diners and chefs.

When the time came to say goodbye, even though Miss Iharian was reluctant to leave, she had to put away her childishness in front of Salora, and said goodbye to the Duke's family as dignified and politely as a marionette, and boarded the carriage home under the guidance of the butler.

Only when Sharlelei rushed to her side before the carriage door closed, lowered her head and said, "Be sure to write to me!" did a little lively light flash in the gray eyes of this marionette.

but.

In the end, Shailele never received Angeldel's letter, so she jumped into a cold deep pool, wanting to close the book of her life full of "desires but unattainable" written on it.

——If it weren’t for that ridiculous time travel.

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"Greetings, Miss Iharion. How are you?"

Now, Sharlele would never have thought that the Angeldale in her memory, who had a bright smile and loved dog sledding, would become like this.

The brown-haired noble lady was wearing an exquisite long dress and luxurious jewelry. Her small hands wrapped in lace and tulle gloves were holding a high-heeled glass with her slender legs, and the swaying red wine was not spilled a drop. Her face was painted with perfect makeup, but even her smile seemed to be painted on.

And she seemed to have mastered a unique technique of fake smiling, using the curved corners of her eyes to hide her pupils that had no smile and no light.

So she no longer looked like a living person, but instead looked like an Angeldale brand amusement doll specially used at banquets, with an exquisite appearance and complete functions. She was proficient in dancing, drinking and socializing, and knew everything about fashion, politics and customs.

But none of these things come from the puppet's own heart.

And above the head of this "doll" floats a slightly flickering, pink "?100".

This was the third girl Sharlele had met whose Desire Number was 100. What kind of fervent desire and obsession did this delicate yet emotionless, doll-like noble lady harbor in her heart to push her Desire Number to the maximum?

And the moment it saw Sharlelei, the Angeldale brand amusement doll also stopped working.

She seemed to have no idea what expression to show and was constantly debugging her expression program. Confusion, bewilderment, guilt, anger, a series of expressions flashed across her face, and finally, it was like a blue screen crash, and all the expressions disappeared completely.

"Xiao...Sha?"

She spoke softly, as if she couldn't believe that the person standing in front of her was the protagonist of this banquet, the Baroness of Greystone Town, the living saint of the Church of Light.

The moment she heard this word, Sharlene's heart trembled violently.

The memories that had long been integrated into my heart came back to life, replacing the magnificent banquet hall with a deep night sky and the faint scent of roses lingering around me.

The voice that called her "Xiaosha" chirped like a lark. In the previous second it was talking about thousands of miles of frozen land, and in the next second it was talking about dog sledding. Then it tugged at her sleeve and asked her to look at the North Star in the sky.

The next second, Archbishop Raymond intervened and shattered the rose garden in his memory at night.

Sallelei blinked, and the scene in her vision returned to the magnificent banquet hall and the smiling face of Archbishop Raymond.

"Your Highness, Miss Iharion." He came over to greet her with a glass of wine. Angeldale slowly turned her head and glanced at him. The archbishop was stunned and trembled with fear at the expressionless face and dull gray eyes.

After a moment, Angeldel tried to smile, but it wasn't very successful.

"Thank you, Lady Saint, and Archbishop Raymond, for rescuing me from the clutches of the cultists..." She seemed to want to raise her glass, and the red wine trembled and splashed a drop onto her white dress, like blood oozing from her heart.

"...I'm still feeling a little unwell and can't stay with you for long. My apologies."

According to the puppet's usual routine, there should have been a long series of pleasantries. But at this moment, all of that was omitted. Angeldel maintained a faint fake smile, her eyes fixed on Salares until she slowly turned around and left the banquet hall.

Many guests were surprised to find that Miss Iharien, known as the Pearl of the North and always impeccable with perfect etiquette, walked out of the banquet hall in a daze, with a blood-red mark on her chest.

Some were surprised, some were confused, and some laughed, thinking they understood, with a hint of dark pride. They said, she must have met her ex-lover.

The romance between the two women, and the scandal that swept across the West, the dark rumors that had been suppressed by the victory in the war and the canonization of the saint, were once again swirling in this magnificent banquet hall. Following the gazes of countless people, they clung to Angela's back like a maggot on her tarsal bone.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

When the scandal first broke out, no one dared to offend Duke Iharin, so countless verbal attacks were leveled at the heart of the illegitimate daughter, the Crazy Daughter.

At this time, the Saint of the Western Territory was in the limelight, and those verbal attacks that were swirling in the wind turned into fine needles, secretly shooting at the distraught noble lady.

If a god saw this, would he sneer or sigh?

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After Angeldale returned to her room, she felt her cold heart slowly warm up.

Why couldn't I say anything to "her"? There were so many things I wanted to say. I wanted to tell her about the stars in the sky, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the regret and pain that had been churning in my chest for over six months.

But the moment she saw that dignified and holy figure, she felt as if her heart had frozen, and she lost all feeling. That was not the Salleh she remembered, the girl with a wild smile and unfamiliar manners; not the girl who, despite the appearance of a noble lady, was still a free-spirited girl at heart.

Angeldel took a deep breath, and the wine stains on her towering chest, which looked like blood on her lips, rose and fell.

If there was anything she had learned in the Iharin family, where the walls were tightly guarded and intrigue was commonplace, it was undoubtedly to stay calm, calm, and calm again, and not show her emotions.

She subconsciously raised her hand, and the makeup artist's carefully trimmed nails bit and gnawed at it between her teeth. This was her habit when she was anxious, but even so, it would only show when there were no outsiders around.

Angeldel leaned her back against the door to calm her pounding heart. Before she could make up her mind, her body subconsciously moved.

She checked the doors and windows, rummaged through the bookcases, and carefully combed through the dressing table to make sure there were no signs that her room had been touched by anyone. She then reached under the pillow and touched the hard, cold handle of the dagger. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Then Angeldel realized with a mixture of laughter and tears - what was she doing? This was in Field City, not in the mansion of the extremely controlling Duke Iharin.

She breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the bed, then removed the disguise on her face. Her gray eyes moved a few times and she lay on the bed with her arms and legs spread out.

Being captured by those cultists wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At least the steward and attendant who had been watching him were hacked to pieces. It would take a long time for Duke Iharien to receive the news and send someone over. In other words, during this time, he was free.

This was a perfect opportunity to meet "her". I had so much to say to "her" and I couldn't let this opportunity go.

You know, it was for this very reason that she had gone to such great lengths to find an excuse to come to the Western Territory. Although she was captured by the cultists, it was a blessing in disguise, as she gained a brief period of freedom.

Yes, yes... She wanted to talk to "her" and explain everything clearly. She believed that this girl was still the wild girl with a naughty smile in her memory.

But what if...what if she is no longer?

A chilling thought pierced Angeldel's mind like a fine, icy needle. Somehow, her hand reached under her pillow, found the hilt of the dagger, and grasped it. The tip of the blade within the sheath pointed toward her, and she suddenly felt relieved, smiling indifferently.

That's fine. My plan...hasn't changed.

But the next morning, when Angelelle found Archbishop Raymond and asked to see the Saint, Shalelei and Durenna were already sitting in the carriage back to Yuequan Town, and in the carriage was a Poison Peony who had been secretly taken out of the prison.

As for Isadore, she was half-cajoled and half-tricked by Sallelei into staying in Field City to take care of Berea... Of course, the compensation was "let her suck as much as she wants later."

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Yuequan Town.

After this period of development, this small town on the western border has changed its appearance at an extremely fast speed.

The dilapidated and leaky thatched houses in Sharlelei's memory disappeared, replaced by sturdy brick and stone houses. There were also a few more militiamen standing guard and patrolling at the entrance of the town, each of them holding a spear and a magic crossbow, with their backs straight and in high spirits.

There were many more nuns in black monastic robes on the streets. Judging from the frequency and number of nuns seen, almost all unmarried young girls had gone to the monastery to take vows.

And among this group of young nuns, there are many exceptionally beautiful girls, and they also have no desire numbers on their heads.

Obviously, they are succubi.

but……

Through the carriage window, Charlene watched as several nuns, their trouser legs rolled up and barefoot, toiled in the fields. Their heads were empty; they were clearly succubi. Their delicate, white feet treaded the black earth, plowing the fields with farm tools in preparation for spring planting.

A young girl with a "?74" on her head nimbly walked down the ridge of the field, also barefoot, a basket slung over her shoulder. She was dressed like a mountain dweller, her skin a healthy light brown. When she lowered her head, she could faintly see the lavender lines on her neck.

That is the pattern of the gift of blasphemy.

The mountain girl skipped to the side of the succubus nun who was plowing the field, and their sweet whispers reached Sharlene's ears exactly.

"Sister Mary, Sister Mary——"

The mountain girl called out sweetly, turned around and saw that there was no one around, and her waist softened as she fell into the arms of the succubus nun. The latter's fingers covered with mud slid across her light brown cheek, and she lowered her head and kissed her.

"Sister Mary, when can I be baptized and become one of you?" The mountain girl was so soft all over by the kiss that her eyes welled up with tears and her breathing became rapid.

The succubus chuckled, licking and caressing the girl's cheeks and lips, whispering, "That day is coming soon. As long as you pray sincerely and strengthen your faith, you will soon be baptized and become a succubus like us..."

…………It seems that the succubi are corrupting this town quite smoothly.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 210: The Succubus Choir

After so many years, the Lord's Mansion in Yuequan Town, which was severely ravaged by Nanned in the past, has been renovated. Not only succubus nuns but also some ordinary civil servants come in and out of it.

These civil servants included not only Derek's former subordinates, but also people brought from Greystone Town. Even those people in the town who could read and count were recruited by Ophelin and incorporated into the lord's mansion.

In addition to handling clerical work on weekdays, they also teach at the general education school in the evening, teaching the people of Yuequan Town to read and count. They are as busy as the succubus nuns in the past.

Fortunately, the Saint Lady was never stingy when it came to paying salaries and guaranteeing benefits, so not only did they not feel hardship, but they were filled with gratitude.

According to the plan that Sharlelei left behind before going to Field, the current Yuequan Town Lord's Mansion is no longer just a lord's mansion, but has the prototype of a small town government.

On Earth, Sharlele wasn't a civil servant, nor a "know-it-all" expert at managing the economy. She was simply a regular employee of a private company. Therefore, she knew that her management of this world still depended on the nobility and the church.

All she could do was to take out the modern ideas and visions in her mind, combine them with the actual situation of the world, and adjust them carefully and meticulously bit by bit, so as not to fall into a pit by rushing into things.

However, to Shalelei's surprise, Ophelin was not in the Lord's Mansion, but in the church. So she left Durenna and Poison Peony to visit Shalelei and make some preparations to enter the dream world, and changed her route to the church in Yuequan Town.

Anyway, with Durenna watching over Poison Peony, there is no need to worry about her causing any trouble.

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As soon as she arrived at the church door, a burst of ethereal and solemn chanting reached Sharlene's sensitive ears.

Pushing the door open, the small chapel was filled with believers who came to pray. Not only were the benches on both sides full, but even the aisle in the middle was filled with believers standing with their hands hanging down. Among these people were farmers, butchers, craftsmen, people from the kingdom, mountain people, and even merchants from Graystone Town.

The tender children's chorus was like soft silk, enveloping the entire space. Beneath the statue of the Goddess of Light, on a platform slightly protruding from the ground, were a dozen angelic, beautiful, and lovely girls.

They wore pure white long dresses, their hands clasped in front of their chests, bathed in the bright candlelight, their eyes slightly closed, their childish faces illuminated by the candlelight, giving them a hint of holiness. The oldest of these girls was only fourteen or fifteen years old, while the youngest was only about ten.

In Sharlene's eyes, the older girls had empty heads, clearly already assimilated into succubi. Meanwhile, the younger girls' heads flashed with pink numbers, each with a Desire Number above 70. Their petite shoulders also shone with the pink-purple light of the Gift of Blasphemy.

The melodious and tender children's hymns flowed softly. Somehow, this song, which should have been pure and sacred, carried a hint of coquettishness and beauty, like soft feathers, scratching the ears of every listener, as if wanting to get into their heads.

The believers present had hazy eyes, and everyone had a trance and joyful expression on their face. They were immersed in this chorus of singing that was full of strong charm, and no one felt anything unusual.

However, this was only natural. Who could have imagined that these innocent and lovely young girls, singing hymns like little angels, had actually all fallen, either becoming succubi or completely captivated by them?

This is exactly the scene of the "Succubus Choir" that Salaret had originally envisioned.

The instigator of all this is none other than the beautiful succubus who commands the girls—Ophelin, the de facto chief steward of Yuequan Town.

Before they knew it, the chorus had ended. The believers seemed still immersed in the beautiful singing, like puppets, following Ophelin's instructions, tracing the holy emblem of the Goddess of Light on their chests.

At the same time, those pure little angels revealed charming smiles on their faces that were extremely inconsistent with their sacred temperament.

The scene was so erotic, twisted, and perverse that even Salleh couldn't help but feel slightly excited.

But then, Ophelin's voice rang out.

"Praise the Goddess! May she bestow upon you all graces, so that you may always have enough in all things and may abound in good works." The head nun solemnly drew the holy emblem on her chest, but her rosy red lips curled up coquettishly as she flipped open the holy book before her. "Today we will discuss the angels and spirits mentioned in the holy book..."

What follows is a "sermon" that would be considered heresy by a serious pastor.

In this strange sermon, Opheline listed many legends about forest spirits and guardian angels, and only at the end did she reveal her true intentions and mention the "beautiful succubus walking in the night."

The fact that she had the audacity to compare angels with fairies and succubi was enough for the Inquisition to punish her. However, in this remote town beyond the reach of the Inquisition, such a thing would never happen.

The enchanted believers listened to her story in silence and devotion, their understanding of succubi gradually being distorted. It was unknown how many times this sermon had been repeated. Even when Ophelin preached at length about the "good deeds" of succubi, they remained unresponsive, accepting these perverse and heretical theories without hesitation.