Succubus cannot be a saint

Sharlelei has recovered from the serious injury that made her spirit body on the verge of dissipating, but even so, her figure still fluctuates like water waves, and the color is much lighter, as if she will disappear in the next second.

She maintained this "empty blood" state, carefully moving between the ruins on the ground, diving upwards from time to time, and in a blink of an eye she visited three or four dreams, but unfortunately none of them were Sally's dreams.

Moreover, when entering and exiting the dream, she also felt some kind of huge resistance, as if there was a thick layer of ice on the water surface, and she had to break the ice before she could float to the surface.

After a little thought, she understood everything clearly - the dream catcher was formed by forcibly gathering and combining the mental powers of thousands of people. The spirits of different people would inevitably repel each other, and the "resistance" she felt was naturally the repulsive force between the mental powers.

These repulsive forces are the source of the dreamcatcher's instability.

If there were no repulsive forces, everyone's mental power could be successfully combined, the dream catcher would be impregnable, and it would truly form a collective dream like the real world, rather than the current honeycomb structure where everyone dreams separately.

But how easy is it to achieve this? Everyone's spiritual fluctuations are different. Perhaps the spiritual fluctuations between lovers, relatives, and siblings can tacitly match, but how can it be possible for strangers to achieve this?

It's not like everyone's psychic awakening...

Floating in the sea of ​​her subconscious, Sharlene let her thoughts wander. At this moment, she seemed to have a realization, but before she could grasp it, she thought of her experience in Granny's dream again.

At that time, I used the power of the succubus to forcibly shake off the violent wolf spirit's invasion of Granny and ordered Granny to use the "Soul Wand". Does this prove that I have a natural ability to control the minds of succubus followers?

And can he use this power to find Sally?

Thinking of this, Sharlelei suddenly perked up, concentrating her mind, trying to recapture the feeling she had when she first controlled Granny. Faint mental ripples swept and reverberated through the gray space, and soon, a faint pink light appeared before her, stretching out into the distance.

This is undoubtedly Sally’s spiritual thread!

Delighted, Sally immediately followed the thin line and soon found a dream. As she ascended, she felt a remarkable smoothness, with no repulsive force from other dreams. This made her even more certain that this was Sally's dream.

Her vision was blurry, but soon it became clear again. She blinked and found herself in the courtyard of a mansion, which she was very familiar with. It was the Lord's Mansion of Yuequan Town.

"Sally is the granddaughter of the old lord of Yuequan Town. She had been living in the lord's mansion before her family encountered trouble. This makes sense..." Sharlelei thought silently, but soon discovered the abnormality of this mansion.

The door of the mansion creaked open, letting in a warm orange light. A tall, slender girl in a long dress walked out with a smile. She had thin eyebrows and a pretty face. It was undoubtedly Durenna.

In the dream, "Durena" was holding a little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, jumping around in her hands. The girl looked almost like she was cast in the same mold. She ran around her like a lively little rabbit, sometimes dragging her to linger beside the flowers, and sometimes catching butterflies in the yard. She was very lively.

And this little girl is naturally Sally in the dream.

Durenna, dressed in a casual dress, shedding her sleek, straight knight trousers, appeared more gentle and maternal, and her smile towards Sally was doting. She looked more like a doting mother than a sister, letting Sally drag her around the mansion grounds.

The two sisters in the dream didn't notice Salleh at all. She stood in the shadow of the courtyard wall and watched the scene, feeling sad in her heart.

She had met Sally only a few times and their conversations were not very frequent. What impressed her most was the child lying on the bed with a pale face, smiling calmly and saying "I'm going to die". Like a little adult, even though she was about to die, she was still asking Sally to grant her sister the title of knight again.

But that is not the calmness of a child at all. How could it be earned by so many nights when one knew that life was short and one had to open one's eyes to face the night in vain?

How did the maturity of a little adult emerge from the dead and tender heart?

Looking at the two sisters laughing and playing happily in the courtyard, a somewhat absurd idea suddenly popped up in Sharlelei's mind: If Sally stayed in this happy dream forever, never woke up, and never grew up, it seemed... not bad.

But then, another figure emerged from the mansion. He was dressed in handsome white trousers and a white shirt, a delicate and flamboyant white. He held a red rose in his mouth. With long eyelashes and a pair of affectionate eyes, he was handsome to the point of being a bit sickening, like a prince from a fairy tale... and it was Durenna.

Sallelei's sighed smile was a little faltering.

Prince Charming has come out...

But it seemed as if Sally heard Shalelei's inner complaints, and the third Durenna also emerged from the mansion, but this time there was a white horse under the head of the handsome and beautiful Durenna.

"He really is Prince Charming!"

Looking at this outrageous scene, Sharlene's eyes almost popped out.

Then, Sister Durenna, Prince Durenna, and White Horse Durenna surrounded Sally and picked her up. The three Durennas lowered their heads affectionately and took turns kissing the girl's cheeks and forehead...

Seeing that the centaur Durenna also looked affectionate and kissed the girl's delicate skin, Sharlelei felt goose bumps running through her body.

——This damn kid, what’s the use of having such a good imagination!

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 225: Sally's World, Act 2

Suddenly, the weather changed dramatically. Heavy rain began to fall, accompanied by thunder and lightning. The cloudless sky just seconds ago was now covered in dark clouds, and within them suddenly appeared a gigantic face.

It was the face of a woman, quite beautiful in appearance, somewhat similar to Durenna and Sally, but her cheeks were pale, her eyes flashed with wild fear, and her thin lips trembled in terror.

That must be Durenna and Sally's mother. But why did this woman's face appear in the sky amidst the heavy rain?

Then, rain began to pour down from the sky, but the raindrops were black, emitting a pungent herbal smell. In an instant, they gathered on the ground into black streams, flooding the garden.

"Sister, sister!"

Sally cried loudly and waded in the black pool, but the three "Durennas" seemed to melt away with the rain and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving her alone in the pool of black water.

"Sister? Mom?"

Sally cried out in a trembling voice, fear written in her big eyes, her clothes were soaked through by the black water, and her petite body sank little by little into the cold pool.

But no matter how she called out, her sister was nowhere to be seen. And above her head, her mother, shrouded in the dark clouds, stared at her blankly, a strange expression on her face that she had never seen before.

The mother and the daughter both had identical fear and despair on their faces, except that the mother's eyes were filled with more guilt, viciousness... and complete madness.

The mother in the clouds trembled as she reached out her hand, reaching for her daughter, drowned in the black water. Sally's eyes lit up, a sudden desire for life surging in them. She stretched out her wet little hand, trying to grasp her mother's, and kept calling out. Even as the black water poured into her mouth, she continued to cough and retch, shouting her mother's name with all her might.

"Mom—Mom! Mom—!"

But what the mother held in her hand was not a rope to rescue her daughter from the abyss, but a bowl filled with black medicine.

"Drink, drink, Sally, drink, my dear daughter, the pain will go away after you drink, and you won't feel anything after you drink, drink..."

The mother in the sky was muttering to herself, her facial features twisted to the point of being almost insane, her deep blue eyes filled with vicious bloodshot. She suddenly broke down and laughed wildly, with black liquid flowing from the corners of her mouth.

"It's over! The Ethel family is over! You're finished, I'm finished, everyone is finished! Hahahahaha!"

Before he could finish his words, the pale, withered hands flipped over, and the bowl filled with black medicine was suddenly thrown down on Sally's head, and the dark waves submerged the little girl.

Gazing at the oncoming black waves, Sally suddenly felt relieved, a flicker of relief crossing her azure eyes. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she shook her head, lowering her hands, seemingly giving up all hope of struggle, letting herself sink into the deep black water.

In the last moment before her vision sank into the water, what remained in the girl's last and calmest glance was her mother's face in mid-air, laughing wildly and looking like a madman.

..............................

real world.

Du Mudan screamed "Ah!" as if she had been punched, and suddenly jumped up from Sally's bed. She shook her head and looked at the two people in front of her in surprise and doubt.

Sallelei was still lying beside Sally's bed, looking as peaceful as if she were asleep. But in her sleep, Sally's brows were furrowed, her lips were pressed into a straight line, and her eyelashes were trembling.

Durenna rushed forward, but ultimately didn't dare to cross the ritual circle. She stood outside the circle with a pale face, repeatedly asking, "What happened? Sally... How's Sally? And the Saint..."

You know, this was the first time Sally had shown any movement in nearly half a year. Normally, this little girl would be deep asleep, as if she had lost her breath. No matter how strong the wind, rain, or snow was, it couldn't shake her even a little.

but now……

"We just encountered the Nightmare Bishop in the Dreamcatcher..." Poison Peony looked down and saw that her hands were still shaking unconsciously, and her vision was also blacking out. "The Saint Lady...she should have barely escaped, but...but my connection with her was broken. I, I don't know where she is now..."

When Durenna heard this, her eyes suddenly turned pale. She couldn't help but take a few steps back and almost fell to the ground. She couldn't even keep her sword steady.

..............................

In the icy and bitter potion, Sally opened her eyes and looked at the dark rippling water in front of her.

At this moment, she suddenly understood - she must have dreamed of what happened at that time again.

The thought of the word "dream" made the cold, black water that had drowned her body seem to seep through her pores and into every part of her body, reminding her of countless days and nights of pain she couldn't endure even in her dreams. The searing pain seared through her dreams, pressing against her flesh, yanking her from her hazy slumber, tormenting her repeatedly.

At first, Sally didn't know what it was, she just kept crying and shouting for her mother and sister. But later, in the nightmares that tossed and turned day after day, and in the hearing of her sister's voice and pleading through the door, the little girl suddenly understood.

That pain was the poison that the desperate and crazy mother drank for herself, and it was also the coldness of having her family broken up overnight and having to live under someone else's roof.

So the little girl who used to catch butterflies in the garden and dreamed of a prince charming who looked like her sister, grew up, pulled by her hair by severe pain and nightmares, and was pulled out bit by bit from the warm soil of her childhood.

——It grew into a leaning, skinny, and dying tree.

When she heard her sister speaking humbly to the steward Derek just to ask for a dose of medicine, she seemed to be possessed by some god. When Derek came in to check on her condition, she naturally smiled a humble, well-behaved, and even somewhat ingratiating smile, but she did not dare to turn around to look at her sister's pale face that was forcing a smile.

If I died, would my sister be free? Without me, she would have no worries. She could become a mercenary, leave this place, unburdened by the Ethel family, and fly away.

During the nights when she was awakened by severe pain but remained silent, this bitter but somewhat self-deprecating thought would always enter her mind and plague her little brain.

In order to prevent her sister from being awakened in the middle of the night, she had developed the habit of breathing softly every time she opened her eyes. But Durenna was so familiar with her that she was sensitive to the slightest movement of her hair.

Sally had no choice but to threaten Durena by not taking the medicine, forcing her to go to another room to sleep alone, just so that her sister could get a good night's sleep without being disturbed by her.

But the girl knew deep down that it was all in vain.

Several times, she wanted to take advantage of her sister's inattention and secretly pour out the medicine that barely kept her alive, so as to set her sister free. "Set my sister free," she tossed the words between her lips and tongue countless times, savoring the dull pain it pierced into her chest again and again.

But every time, when she saw her sister sitting beside her bed, with her face reflected in her big blue eyes, her heart began to clench with joy.

——My sister only looks at me, stays by my side all her life, and won't think about anything else except me. Naturally, she won't get married, won't leave, won't...

Whenever that dark joy made her cough, she would cover her face to block her sister's sight, for fear that her sister would see the twisted, blood-stained smile on her face.

She didn't dare look in the mirror. She didn't know how similar the smile on her face was to the one on her mother's face when she held the bowl of poison. She could only immerse herself in a dream full of severe pain, replaying the two endings of "setting her sister free" and "locking her sister up by her side" in her little mind countless times, hesitating and hesitating about which one to choose as the final act of her life script.

Then, the Saint Lady appeared.

That adult was like an incredible light that illuminated the darkness. She seemed to have rewritten the script of fate, drawing a ray of sunshine in this dark and depressing play, giving herself hope of life.

Until one night, a sharp pain obliterated Sally's consciousness. She knew it was a sign that her end was near, but all that came over her was bitterness and self-deprecation. Fate had not spared her after all; the script was truly inescapable.

Before she fell into darkness, she suddenly thought with a sense of relief:

Great, this way you don't have to choose.

All we have to do is leave everything about ourselves and our sister to fate.

Goodbye, sister.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 226: Sally's World, the End of the Story

Salaret stood in a pure gray room.

The room was small, cramped, and plain. Outside the window was pitch black. The floor and walls were filled with countless cups, basins, and bowls...

These containers were filled with black medicine, but instead of being poured down all at once by gravity, they flowed down drop by drop, flowing across the walls, across the ground, and fell drop by drop, wetting the small bed in the middle of the room.

After the overwhelming black water submerged the entire dream, Sharlele somehow followed the flow of water and came to this small room.

There was only one bed in the room, and on it lay a girl, or rather, half a girl.

Sally lay on the gray bed. Her body below the head was shattered like a plaster statue, leaving only a small bare torso. Her limbs were crushed into stone powder, lying miserably and pale on the bed. The black medicine dripping from the ceiling dissolved it bit by bit, forming a pool of black mud, making the bed mottled.

Countless chains stretched out from all directions, piercing her snow-white and delicate chest and deeply nailing into her heart, binding her to this small bed. Most of these chains were pitch black, without a trace of luster, but there was only one that was a deep purple, extending all the way to the ceiling.

The other dark chains were connected to Durenna.

Yes, Durena.

To be precise, it is countless plaster statues of Durrena.

These statues surrounded Sally's bed. They were either princes in white holding a rose, or gentle girls in long dresses, or even mothers with half of their breasts exposed, as if they were breastfeeding their babies.

But they are all Durenna.

The countless black chains that spread from Sally's heart also pierced deeply into the chests of these Durrenna statues, as if...

It bound the two sisters' hearts tightly together.

A cramped room. Poison flowing back into the air. My self on the verge of shattering. And countless sisters bound in chains.

Sallelei suddenly understood - this was the deepest layer of Sally's dream, the deepest nightmare that even the beautiful dream of the dream master could not cover.

It was at this moment that the broken little man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

She looked at Sallelei blankly, and suddenly smiled, just like the smile Sallelei had shown her when she met her a few months ago, calm and composed, but with a hint of sadness, not like a child's smile at all.

"Lady Saint, is that you?" Sally whispered. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she stared at Sharlene intently with a self-deprecating smile. "I didn't expect... it would be you. I actually dreamed of you... this is the first time, right?"

She was silent for a moment, then looked away, gazing at the statue of Durenna beside her. She muttered to herself, "My sister once told me that only those I care about and love will appear in my dreams. Saint, is that the same with you?"

"Will I see you again in the next dream, or the one after that, Saint?"

Listening to Sally's words silently, Shailelei really just treated herself as a statue, standing there, motionless.

A faint pain lingered in her heart, and at that moment, she finally understood—Sally knew she was dreaming. This little girl had always known: the unchanging manor house, the blooming garden, her grotesque sister surrounding her, the devastating black rain that followed, her mother's face, the poison poured over her head...

It's all a dream.

And it is a dream that repeats again and again.

If the most beautiful thing about dreams is that they make people unaware that they are dreaming, then isn't the most painful thing about dreams also that the dreamer knows that he or she is dreaming?

If you don’t know that you are in a dream, you can enjoy all the dreamlike beauty in it with peace of mind.

But I knew it was a dream, and everything I saw was just a mirage, and I could no longer immerse myself in it.