Succubus cannot be a saint

Perhaps because she had been calculating at her desk for too long, she felt a little sore in her temples. A wave of sleepiness came over her, and she couldn't help but close her eyes slightly. After a moment of peaceful sleep, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"I...I fell asleep?"

But she suddenly realized that the scenery around her had changed. She was no longer in the familiar room, but instead was in a green meadow, and above her head was the boundless blue sky, dotted with beautiful fluffy white clouds.

She was sitting on a red and white plaid picnic blanket, and she had changed her clothes without knowing when - an innocent and sweet blue dress, decorated with a childish big bow, and black and white striped stockings under the short skirt, which lovingly wrapped her thin and weak feet.

"Oh, what a lovely guest!"

A familiar voice came from her ears. Willie turned her head and saw a lush tree behind her. A huge striped cat was lying on the branch, but the cat's head seemed familiar - Sharlelei with cat ears on her head was looking at her with a smile.

Seeing this woman with a hateful smile on her face, Willie understood everything.

"You're the one who did this, aren't you?" She tried to press the wheelchair button, but her hand felt cold, and a cup of black tea appeared. Then, Sharlene flashed by, appearing beside her in a different form.

This time, the hateful woman changed into a neat dark red uniform. The neat trousers outlined her round and plump buttocks and thighs. The white satin corsage was held up high by her two plump breasts, and above the dark golden horns was a tall red hat.

Then, a rainbow-colored halo spread out. Wherever it went, all kinds of exquisite snacks appeared on the picnic blanket, and large patches of beautiful flowers grew on the grass, swaying in the wind.

The aroma of black tea and the fragrant scent of flowers mixed together. Willie held the teacup and looked blankly at everything in front of her that seemed like a dream. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

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Oh, it's really kind and yet corrupt.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 235: The Master's Mission

Wearing a tall hat, Sallelei smiled and persuaded her to drink the tea. The sweet and warm black tea flowed into her throat. For a moment, Willie even forgot where she was. Her head was in a daze. She felt indescribably tired and just wanted to have a good sleep.

"Are you tired? If you are, take a rest. Don't force yourself."

The gentle voice echoed in her ears, and Willie felt her eyes becoming increasingly heavy. The empty teacup was gently taken away, and she fell down, lying on her back on the girl's soft thighs. Looking up, in the shadows cast by the two mountains, she saw purple eyes filled with a gentle smile.

The humiliation and anger in her heart vanished in the blink of an eye. Willie's eyes reddened, and all those complicated calculations and formulas seemed to be thrown out of her mind. She only thought over and over again: She's back, she's back. She's finally back. It's great to have her by my side.

Somehow, she thought of the unreasonable "requests" she had made to Sharlene. When she thought of this, her cheeks flushed red, she covered her eyes, and dared not look at her again.

Just as she covered her eyes, her heart was pounding and she was feeling very annoyed, a hand suddenly fell on her feet. Even through the stockings, the familiar touch and frivolous kneading made her tremble all over and she cried out "Ah".

Willie immediately moved her hands away, and her heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one yellow, glared at Salleh shyly through her fingers, but the succubus looked at her with a smile, her fingers still moving, gently rubbing and kneading along Willie's graceful arch of the foot, sometimes lightly poking her fleshy soles, and sometimes holding her round and cute toes in her hands and kneading them slowly.

"W-What are you doing!" Willie yelled angrily, but her hand suddenly poked the sensitive spot on the sole of her foot. She screamed "Ah" again, and was immediately embarrassed. Her cheeks turned red like apples. "W-Why did you touch me without saying a word? My feet, my feet are not your toys!"

"Okay, then I won't touch you. You should have a good rest, a good rest..." Sallelei raised her hands. Although she was smiling on the surface, her face was full of "unrepentant" expression.

Willie was anxious and annoyed, but there was nothing she could do about it. The sleepiness in her mind came over her again, so she could only glare at the evil succubus and mutter, "If you play with my feet again, I'll make you pay... Yawn..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep with her head resting on Sharlene's knees.

Gazing at her sleeping face, which was as peaceful as a little child, and the lingering hint of shyness on her eyebrows, Charlene's playful smile, which was a bit annoying, gradually faded, becoming softer and more loving.

She reached out and brushed the hair that fell on Willie's face. When she withdrew her hand, the surrounding scenery swayed like waves, transforming from blue sky and green grass back to Willie's bedroom, which was piled high with books and miscellaneous items. The clothes they were wearing also returned to their original appearance.

At this moment, she was sitting on Willie's bed, letting the little girl fall asleep with her head resting on her lap.

The elemental servant named "Light Spot" appeared from nowhere, waving its chubby arms. Sharlelei glanced at it, smiled and made a "hush" gesture, then waited a moment before breathing a sigh of relief and muttering to herself.

"Sure enough, that dream master didn't notice my top-ranked Poison Peony..."

Yes, this sweet dream given to Velie was the first time she used the dream magic after mastering it.

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At the same time, in Field City, in Berea's room.

"Is it true, Captain? Will the Saint really bestow blessings on believers?" The young female knight blinked and looked at her captain in disbelief.

At this moment, Bereya was dressed in a neat military uniform. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist was slender and strong, her hips were round and plump, and her thighs were straight and slender like jade pillars. Her aquamarine hair was tied into a neat high ponytail and hung behind her head, and her aqua eyes were filled with a strange smile.

To this female knight, her own leader should have been no stranger. However, after the Battle of Field City, the usually gentle and serene Bereya had acquired a uniquely bright and charming aura, and a hint of allure mingled with her every move.

It was also after that battle that rumors about the Saint began to spread, such as "The Saint can bestow blessings on believers", "The Saint's touch can heal diseases", and "The Saint's tears can bring people back to life"...

However, to the knights who often saw the living saint, these rumors were just rumors at best.

But there is only one rumor that makes them particularly concerned - that is, "The Saint can bestow blessings on believers."

After the war, many people in the Knights Templar noticed that the aura of Captain Berea, who had a close relationship with the Saint, had become more solid and heavy. It seemed that in just a few days, her strength had made further breakthroughs.

The same was true of the female knight Durenna and the little nun beside the Saint. The former was slightly younger than Berea, but already possessed the strength of a mid-level extraordinary warrior. The little nun, while only knowing two or three light arts, possessed astonishing strength that could not be explained by light arts at all...

Furthermore, these three had all battled against the "Black Goat Tentacles" before, bathed in the flesh-and-blood evil magic that could transform people into monsters, yet none of them seemed to be affected at all.

This could certainly be explained by the fact that "they have powerful magic to protect them", but it also made the knights believe the rumor of "the Saint's blessing" a little more.

Until an apprentice female knight could no longer hold back and secretly came to Berea to confirm, but to her surprise, Berea actually admitted it - the Saint would bless believers.

"Yes, it's true. But don't make it public. Just keep it between you and your friends."

Facing the female knight's surprised smile, Berea's aquamarine eyes narrowed. The originally gentle, quiet, and even somewhat weak woman now revealed a bit of carnivore-like aggression and reached out to gently stroke her cheek.

"Let's just keep it a secret between girls... okay?"

Invisible spiritual ripples were injected into the nun's mind. Her expression gradually became dazed, and her eyes became unfocused. She had no time to think about why the Saint's blessing was a secret between girls.

"I...I will definitely keep it a secret..."

"Very good, dear child. Now I will grant you the 'Blessing of the Saint'..." Berea whispered softly. She lowered her head and slowly approached the bewildered girl.

Smelling the sweet and pleasant aroma of her own leader, the female knight was excited and confused, waiting at a loss.

Soon, soft cherry lips pressed against her cheek. The mere contact of skin and lips was like a tingling electric current flowing through her body. The female knight's consciousness gradually began to fade, and a strange thought surged in her heart -

"Girls' lips are so soft and comfortable?"

Then, Bereya's white fingertips gently caressed her neck, and a warm current flowed into her body. She shuddered and almost cried out because of the wonderful feeling that filled her body.

Why Berea became a little strange, why she could bestow blessings on behalf of the Saint, these trivial matters were no longer important.

The girl was immersed in the power surging in her limbs and bones, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

——So comfortable. Is it really such a wonderful thing to receive the Saint's blessing?

Gradually, her consciousness returned to normal. The soft touch still remained on her cheeks and neck, and the slightly numb happiness still lingered in her body.

"Thank...thank you, Captain..." She looked at Berea in surprise and spoke incoherently, her voice choked with sobs.

"If you want to express gratitude, thank the Lord...thank that sir. Remember this wonderful feeling well. The Saint will be with you..."

"Captain, I, I want my friends to receive the Saint's blessing as well. Is that okay?" The girl's eyes were moist as she looked at Bereya longingly. Bereya nodded gently, "Of course, you can bring them here tomorrow."

"I, I understand. Thank you, Captain... Thank you, Lady Saint..." The female knight's eyes were filled with tears. She drew a holy emblem of light on her chest, clamped her legs together, and walked away with a staggering step.

And in Berea's eyes, a pink and purple heart pattern appeared on her fair neck - that was the symbol of the Gift of Blasphemy.

After the female knight left, Bereya let out a sweet sigh. The happiness of fulfilling her master's command flowed from the depths of her brain, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.

Bereya gently pulled down the collar of her military uniform, revealing a leather collar around her fair neck. She gently touched the surface, warmed by her body heat, and another tremor ran through her body...

After a moment, she put away her collar and turned to look into the inner room: "How is it, little Isadore? Can she assimilate?"

Isadore came out from the inner room and blinked: "Not yet, her light ball is not bright enough... at least it has to be, um... this bright!" She gestured at the bright magic lamp on the table.

"Although the lack of brightness can be solved by injecting magic power, it requires a lot of magic power, which is beyond the ability of the two of us. We have to wait for more succubi, or for Sister Sasha to come in person!" She added, "Sister Bereya, you've done a great job. Let's charm more people now, and when Sister Sasha comes back, we can assimilate everyone!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the room was knocked politely. A calm and gentle voice sounded from behind the door.

"Excuse me. Is Miss Isadore here?"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 236: Isadore and Angeldale

The door creaked open, and a girl in a dark dress and long brown hair appeared before them. She smiled gently and modestly, her slender eyes with a slight natural curve. When she smiled, her lower eyelids arched slightly, hiding all the expression in her eyes in that gentle and kind smile.

"Who are you..." Before Isadore finished speaking, Bereya said in surprise, "Ms. Angeldale!"

Isadore's eyes widened immediately. She finally understood that the older sister with a very kind smile in front of her was the one who had hurt Sister Sasha's heart, the one who had spread the name of the Crazy Daughter to the entire Western Territory, and the worst villain in her heart, Angeldel Iharin.

What she hadn't expected was that this "extremely evil" villain was actually such a gentle-looking sister. Looking at that gentle and kind smile, Isadore found it hard to believe that she was the one who had caused her sister, Sasha, to be imprisoned in the convent of Yuequan Town.

"W-What do you want from me?"

But despite this, Isadore felt that she could not lose her momentum. Facing this beautiful sister with a sweet smile, she wanted to act as fierce as possible, but looking at her gray eyes full of smile lines, she finally failed to act fierce. She puffed up her cheeks and muttered softly.

"It's nothing, actually. I heard you're the Saint's most capable assistant..." Angeldale chuckled gracefully, her body slightly bent. She wore a low-cut gown, and with a flicker, the deep cleavage of her chest shimmered in the candlelight, drawing the succubus's uneasy gaze.

Isadore quickly compared the bad sister's altitude with her own sister Sasha.

...seems about the same?

After hearing the words "the most capable assistant", Isadore's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but look at this big-breasted sister with a little more affection.

Even though it was just our first meeting, she could tell at a glance that I was the most powerful person around Sister Sasha! This person seems to have good vision and is a good person!

"I'd like to ask about the Saint Lady... As you two know, there are many rumors about her on the streets. But I believe that no one knows her better than Miss Isadore, so I came to ask for your advice... Is that okay?"

Angeldel said softly, giving Isadore a pleading look.

When she begged, she lowered her eyes, but then raised them again, pitifully, casting a shy and gentle gaze like a bird. Not to mention Isadore, even Bereya, who had been accustomed to seeing those socialites at banquets with Raymond, felt her heart soften when she was stared at by Angeldale's bright eyes.

"No, no problem! Just leave it to me!" The little succubus patted her chest. "No one understands Sister Sasha better than me!"

"Hehe..." Angeldel immediately smiled, covering her mouth gracefully. "Then I'll trouble you, little sister Isadore." Then she glanced at Bereya, intentionally or unintentionally. The female knight was startled and understood.

Miss Angeldale and Lady Saint still had an awkward relationship. It was normal for her to not want an outsider like her to hear some things.

A subtle pain welled up in her heart, but she nodded, said, "I'm going to take care of some matters with the Knights," and left, carefully closing the door for the two of them before leaving.

So, finally, Angeldel and Isadore were the only ones left in the room.

Angeldale gathered her skirt, sat down at the table, and invited Isadore to sit across from her. The girl pursed her lips, her eyes averted, not daring to look at Isadore. "...Actually, I know, Sister Isadore, you probably hate me, right?"

Isadore didn't dare to say a word. Angeldale was right. She had indeed disliked this former "best friend" of Sister Sasha's from the beginning. The moment she saw her, she had already labeled her a "bad person" in her mind.

"It's okay. This is what I deserve. I know I've let her down..." Angeldale let out a sad smile and lowered her eyes. "So, even if it's just... watching her from afar, I just want to know... how she's doing now..."

As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red and tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Isadore panicked. Seeing the little succubus's bewildered look, Angeldel burst into laughter, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her eyes. "So... can you tell me about her?..."

"Hmm...hmm!" Isadore nodded repeatedly. Somehow, for a moment, even the idea of ​​"questioning this bad woman why she abandoned Sister Sasha" flew out of the window, and "showing off her relationship with Sister Sasha" immediately prevailed. She cleared her throat, tilted her head and thought carefully for a while.

"Hmm... Let's talk about the day when I met Sister Sasha..."

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Angeldel listened silently to Isadore's disjointed narration. This little girl was really bad at telling stories. A story in her mouth was like chewed paste, and sometimes she would turn it over and regurgitate it several times. Even her patient nature made her feel a little anxious.

But in the end, she roughly understood what had happened.

The crazy daughter was suddenly inspired by the goddess, defeated the monster, and overthrew the Volo family... This series of events flowed through her mind, bringing a strong sense of illusion.

Somehow, she suddenly thought of what she said to herself when she met "Salelle" at the banquet.

"Miss Iharion."

—Miss Iharion.

In an instant, the smile on Angeldale's face disappeared, and the coldness in her gray eyes was revealed without the smile to hide it.

That's not what Sharlene called her before. Back then, she called her...

"Anjie!"

"Hey, Anjie—"

"Angie, are you listening?"

"Angie, Ange, Ange—"

Yes, yes, at that time, the Saint Lady, who politely, indifferently, and calmly called herself "Miss Iharien", seemed to have wiped out all their past with just this surname, leaving her heart aching with the flames of resentment, grievance, and malice.

All the thoughts, guilt, and explanations that were stuck in her chest were knocked back into her stomach by the words "Miss Iharin", dragging her down heavily, all the way to the bottom of the cold abyss.

"...Ms. Iharion?"

"—!"

The moment she heard the last name, Angeldel's head shot up. Before she realized it was Isadore who had spoken, her gray eyes had already pierced straight ahead, colliding with Isadore's dazed and innocent gaze.

The little succubus was startled. When the older sister in front of her raised her head again, her eyes suddenly became extremely terrifying. Those eyes, those eyes - they were just like the eyes of a lifeless fish, staring at her gloomily, and she got goose bumps on her back in fear.

"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted, Miss Isadore."

But the next moment, as if by magic, those gray eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and the kind Angeldale sister was back. Those gloomy eyes just now were like an illusion.