Succubus cannot be a saint

"Uh, um, no, nothing..." Isadore said blankly, "I...where were we talking?"

Angeldel brought up the topic, and Isadore continued to talk happily and without any ulterior motives.

Whenever she talked about the time she was alone with Salares, about the saint rolling around on the bed like a groundhog, about how she liked to have her shoulders massaged, comb her hair, comb other people's hair, and change into all kinds of beautiful clothes, the little succubus's face would light up with joy and happiness.

Angeldel maintained a smile on her face, but her vision was dazed for a moment.

During the month at the Duke of Dravi's mansion, when I was telling Sharlene all the interesting things about the North, did my expression look exactly like the little girl in front of me?

She understood. When she saw the little nun's smile, she understood everything.

Without Isadore noticing, Angeldel narrowed her long, curved eyes.

A sour, poisonous flame rose from her chest, searing her heart. She couldn't even tell who this tiny, needle-like flame of hatred was directed at. Was it directed at the naive little fool in front of her? Attending to Charlene, who had forgotten herself? Attending to the vicious Duke Iharion?

Or is it pointing to herself, the one who deserves to die the most?

Angeldale didn't know. She only knew that as she listened to Isadore ramble on about the "Sacred Silver Lily of the Western Territory" and the "Saintess of Moon Spring Town," a chilling remark resonated in her chest.

——How can you be a saint? I won’t allow you to be a saint.

I will never allow it.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 237: Your Love for Her

"Ms. Isadore's feelings for Her Majesty are truly profound." Angeldel smiled lightly, hiding her eyes deeply with a smile that was several times more charming than usual, as if she were wearing a smiling mask.

However, every time she uttered the words "Lady Saint", she felt as if her heart was being cut by an ice knife.

"Of course! I'm the first person to follow the Saint..." The little creature before her was completely oblivious, waving her hands excitedly. Somehow, Angeldale narrowed her eyes slightly, and something sticky, heavy, and dark flowed from her heart.

"Although the Saint Lady is the Duke's daughter, she grew up in an orphanage before being taken to the Duke's Palace and has no relatives. So, I think she must be very happy to have a sister like you."

The fake smile on the girl's face was growing thicker by the second. She sat there, staring at Isadore's gradually fading smile.

……younger sister.

I am the Saint's sister?

"Yes, I understand, Sister Isadore." Just as Isadore was stunned, the kind Miss Angeldale suddenly reached out and held her hand. Although her hands were soft, they were very cold.

"I understand. You're troubled by your feelings right now. It's hard, right? I get it. You desperately want to be close to your sister, but she's always busy and has no time for you..." Angeldel sighed softly, caressing Isadore's hands. "That bitter feeling. Every time I see her, my heart feels like it's being squeezed. I want to be close to her, but she always feels so far away... No matter how close we are, I still feel unsatisfied. I can't feel at ease without her by my side..."

The little girl's eyes suddenly widened.

——You got it right.

How could this kind sister know what I was thinking? How could she know how I felt about Sister Sasha?

Because, she used to be with Sister Sasha... ?

When she thought of this, Isadore's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tight - and at this moment, she suddenly realized that this feeling was exactly as Angeldel had described.

Looking into Isadore's azure eyes, Angeldale smiled softly. "Don't worry, Sister Isadore. You also know about the 'Crazy Daughter' incident. I...I've let her down. I'm no longer worthy of being near her. If possible, I would like to apologize to her and make it up to you..."

"I understand. She's your sister, your family, the Saint, and a god-like being. You want to be the most special person in her heart, but you're also worried that you're not the only one around her...right? I understand that feeling."

"Let me give you some advice, okay? If you have any troubles, you can come to me, okay? I will help you and make 'her' understand your intentions as a sister and a believer..."

The cold fingertips stroked the back of her hand, and an inexplicable shudder passed through Isadore's back, but looking at those earnest gray eyes and that kind smile, the little nun's heart couldn't help but soften.

"Well... well, okay, I promise you..."

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Meanwhile, in Greystone.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, seeing the familiar ceiling. Her small nose moved, and the warm aroma of black tea filled her nostrils.

——It’s an ordinary pillow.

Although the feeling at the back of her head was still soft, she always felt empty in her heart. Although her consciousness had awakened, her heart was still immersed in that wonderful dream.

The blue sky, the white clouds, the picnic blanket, the talking cat, the graceful hatter, and the soft lap pillow that gently supported me...

If possible, she really wanted to stay in this dream forever and never wake up.

"Woo..."

She lay lazily on the bed for a while, rolled around in the warm quilt, and the girl's small face rested on the pillow, limp in comfort.

"wrong."

The next moment, her eyes snapped open, and every memory from before she fell into the dream flooded back into her mind. The formula on the scroll, the spell's disturbance value, the improvements to the enchantment pool... all sorts of thoughts flooded through her mind, instantly dragging her into a vortex of anxiety once again.

There are still many things to do, how can I rest, I——

"Yeah, you're awake."

But all of this was blocked back into the deepest part of her mind by a light greeting. Wei Liye raised her eyes in astonishment, seeing a girl in a thin nightgown, smiling sweetly.

Her light flaxen hair was tied into a high ponytail and draped behind her head. The nightgown was really too ill-fitting. The fabric was stretched tight against her chest, and the buttons were trying their best to prevent the two white peaks from tearing through the clothes. The skirt was too short and could only barely cover half of the girl's buttocks.

So when the girl turned her back to Villie and bent down to put the tray in her hand on the table, the succubus tail that came out from under her skirt swayed left and right, and the elf girl's face suddenly swelled like a big apple.

“——W-Why are you wearing my pajamas?!?”

"Because I didn't bring my own clothes." Sharlene turned around with a smile and shrugged innocently. This action immediately doubled the pressure on the row of heroic buttons on her chest.

Then she bent down and stretched out her hand to Willie, who was lying under the quilt. "Okay, breakfast is ready. Come and have some."

It would have been fine if she hadn't bent over, but this time it was terrible. The buttons and clothes suddenly made a hoarse groan, and the pair of mountains shook violently. Willie's face turned blue and red, and she didn't know where to look. If she looked, she would feel embarrassed, and if she didn't look, she would be worried about her clothes.

"You, what are you going to do..."

"I'll carry you over." Sharlele said as a matter of course. Willie said angrily, "Who asked you to carry me!" She pushed hard with both hands and lifted her upper body, but her lower body had no feeling. Her legs were limp and sunk into the quilt, motionless.

Willie froze there, looking at Sharlene who was smiling with her arms open. She couldn't help but look down, taking in the deep valley. Her little face was red, and after a struggle between her conscience and her desires, she finally gave in. She turned her head, bit her lip, and stretched out her hand to her.

With just a gentle hug, Sharlene picked up the light little black cat, put one arm around her waist, and placed the other hand under her hips, bouncing her up.

Snapped!

But it was this fatal action that became the last straw that broke the button's back. The button suddenly popped out and hit Willie's stiff little face.

The elf girl's fangs chattered as she slowly turned to look at the nearby Salares. Salares, on the other hand, pretended nothing had happened and turned her head back to whistle.

“…You, you bastard!”

Hearing her crisp, coquettish scolding, Shalelei smiled and hugged her tighter, her lips close to her pointed elf ears. The moment she noticed this, Willie's delicate body stiffened, and she could only hear her whispering softly in her ear.

"Villier, come with me to Field?"

"I'm not going." Willie turned her head away almost subconsciously. "I still have a lot of work to do."

"Really?" Sharlelei smiled. "The president of the Field Magicians Association really wants to meet you."

"It's such an honor. We will definitely become good pen pals." Velie said coldly.

"But I want to take that city next... If I go like this, I don't know when I can come back..." Sharlele sighed softly and slowly put her on the chair, but Willie trembled and grabbed her shoulders with both hands.

"Damn it, you...you always threaten me with these words..." She buried her head in Sharlene's arms and trembled, "You've already taken me out of my wizard tower. What else do you want to do next to satisfy me?"

Sallelei smiled, saying nothing, and simply held her tighter in her arms. Willie's succubus tail, which had been hanging down from the side of her arm, suddenly straightened up the moment she was held tighter.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 238: Bishop Raymond's "Gift"

Three days later, unable to resist Sharlele's constant nagging, after explaining various matters such as the operation of the Arcane Workshop, the magic talent census, and the training of rune craftsmen, Velie finally boarded the pirate ship to Field with her research materials.

In addition, Sharlele also wrote letters to call Opheline and Durenna over, asking the former to supervise the succubus transformation in Greystone Town, and the latter to go back to Field with her.

Although Durenna was reluctant to part with her sister temporarily, it was the order of the Saint after all, so she said goodbye to Sally temporarily.

After meeting Durenna, before she could say anything to her, Sharlele took the initiative to ask her with a smile, "How is your relationship with your sister going?" and "Do you want me to hold a party for you and Sally...", which made the honest female knight blush.

This little farce came to an end only when Willie looked at them both with a strange look on her face.

During this period, the number of Sharlele's succubus followers increased significantly, and the town was full of ordinary humans who had been enchanted by the succubi and given the mark of blasphemy.

However, although the number of succubi increased, the growth rate of Sharlene's magic power actually decreased, showing an obvious marginal effect, and the Succubus Queen's Gift did not add any new places.

Sharlele knew that this was an inevitable phenomenon during the succubus assimilation process, so she was not too anxious.

After all, with her magical power at this level, the improvement a single succubus could bring her was insignificant compared to the total. However, quantitative change led to qualitative change, and once she assimilated thousands or even tens of thousands of succubi, she would naturally usher in a new round of "evolution."

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In the year 1474 of the Yuanlu calendar, it was the middle of the month when the ice melted.

On the way back and forth, they entered the second month of the new year. Walking on the ice and snow that had just begun to melt, Shalelei's carriage also arrived at this holy city in the west.

But this time, a strict checkpoint was set up at the city gate, with a solemn and murderous atmosphere as if facing a great enemy. Whether leaving or entering the city, one had to go through strict inspections.

However, as soon as the guards saw the Holy Silver Lily emblem on the carriage, they immediately let it pass without saying a word. In this way, Sharlele entered the city unimpeded by relying on her good looks.

Looking at this magnificent pure white city, the huge angel statue that can be seen at the city gate, and the cathedral protected by angel wings, Velie was speechless for a moment.

Looking back at the smiling Charlotte, she only now realized what kind of city the girl next to her threatened to "take into her pocket".

The Siege of Field, which Sharlely had been telling her about along the way, finally took shape at this moment, causing the little girl, who had almost never left Greystone Town, to tremble with fear.

Afterwards, she and Durenna were taken to the cathedral by Sharlele and settled in. Poison Peony also donned a human skin mask that mimicked her previously burned face and was secretly sent back to the prison, pretending to be a prisoner.

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In the Cathedral, in Salares' room.

"——Sister Sasha!"

Upon receiving the news that the Saint had returned, Isadore rushed in without hesitation. However, when she pushed open the door, she saw a smiling Salares sitting at the table, Durenna standing beside her, and Viliye sipping tea with a frown on her face.

"...Hmph." Seeing Isadore, Willie moved her fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair. She subconsciously glanced at Sallelei and then at Isadore, as if trying to determine whether the two of them had followed her request and nothing "bad" had happened.

"Why are you here?" Isadore was stunned. She never expected that Willie would come here.

"Yeah, why am I here? Why don't you ask your sister Sasha?" Willie taunted her unhappily, but she still looked around the new bedroom with some uneasiness, and her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Although she had lived in Greystone before, it was a familiar place, just a stone's throw from her tower. But Field City was different. Looking at the room's decor, which was completely different from the Mage Tower and Volo Castle, she was actually a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"...Hmph." After glaring at Velie, Isadore surprisingly did not argue with her, but sat down obediently next to Sallelei, which surprised both girls.

When did this little wild boar become so good-tempered?

Be good, be good, the elder sister said, all elder sisters like well-behaved younger sisters... And at this moment, Isadore, who was sitting obediently next to Sallelei, kept repeating what the "elder sister" said in her heart, trying hard to play the role of a well-behaved younger sister who was dependent on others.

"Did she eat something wrong?" Velie asked Salerle.

Isadore: “…………”

Oh no, I almost couldn’t hold it in.

Soon, Bereya, who had received the news, also arrived in the room. Sharlelei coughed lightly and said to Viliye, "Viliye, let me introduce you. This is Bereya, the Holy Bow Knight of Field City."

"...Hello." Velie pursed her lips and secretly looked at the tall and plump female knight.

Upon hearing her voice, Berea's watery eyes suddenly narrowed—that was exactly the voice that came from the Saint's mirror that night!

So, she is the girl who was talking to the master...

When she thought of this, Berea immediately recalled the night when her master rode on her and let her carry her to the bed...

"Hmm...ha..."

Velie was utterly shocked to see the female knight staring at her in a trance for some unknown reason. Her cheeks suddenly flushed, her breathing became heavy, and she even began to twist her body slightly...

——What’s wrong with this woman?!

"Berea... Berea!" Salare shouted several times before waking the female knight from her delusion.

"Yes, Master!" She shouted subconsciously, her knees weakening as she wanted to kneel down in front of Shalelei, but in front of a stranger, she forced herself to hold back. Even so, the word "Master" still made Willie's eyebrows jump, and she looked at Shalelei in disbelief.

——What is the relationship between you two!?

"Berea, report the recent situation." Stared at fiercely by the elf girl, Shalelei coughed lightly, turned her head and cast a soundproof barrier, changing the subject inconspicuously.

Berea blushed and replied "yes," then began to narrate in a low voice. When she mentioned the burning of the Rotgut Tavern, Salares's face also changed.

"Archbishop Raymond took this arson incident very seriously. He not only dispatched people to investigate, but also set up checkpoints at the city gates to screen people entering and leaving to prevent the criminals from escaping the city..."

Bereya paused for a moment, her cheeks flushed. "And then there's the allure of the Knights... Following your instructions, I've spread the message of 'The Saint's Blessing' and inflicted the 'Gift of Blasphemy' on nearly twenty female knights and a dozen battle sisters. I'm just waiting for your return..."

Salares nodded, her slender eyebrows still slightly furrowed, thinking about what Berea had said.

The Black Wings were attacked by unknown assailants, their stronghold burned to the ground, and no one heard any fighting, suggesting their thugs and bodyguards were powerless to resist. And immediately after the attack, Archbishop Raymond had set up a checkpoint at the city gate... She had a vague feeling that something was amiss, but she couldn't put her finger on it.