Succubus cannot be a saint

"——Greetings to you, Saint Lady."

Just as she was thinking, there was a gentle knock on the door. The visitors turned out to be two battle sisters, swords at their waists. One of them was about twenty years old, and the other was slightly younger than her, holding a wooden box.

The two of them bowed to Sharlelei, and the older nun said, "Saint Lady, Archbishop Raymond heard that you had been traveling between the two places and had specifically persuaded the cultist to surrender. He has prepared a gift for you as a token of his gratitude."

The young nun stepped forward and opened the box. Inside was a pair of exquisite silver bracelets inlaid with sapphires. Although they were not magical items, they were of high workmanship and could be considered expensive jewelry.

The older nun continued, "The city has been quite restless in recent days, with an arson attack occurring in the downtown area. The Archbishop, concerned for your safety, has sent us to protect you. From today on, we will be by your side, always. If you need anything, please let us know."

After hearing this, Bereya frowned and said, "What does the Archbishop mean? I..." She glanced at Durenna and added, "Having me and Knight Durenna here isn't enough? Besides, this is in the cathedral, what danger could there be—"

When she spoke, the nun's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she quickly defended herself, "Your Excellency Berea, you're joking. The Knights are busy with their affairs, and you can't be by the Saint's side all the time. When you're not around, aren't we just there to take over?"

"And me! I'm awesome!" Isadore finally couldn't help it.

"Well... Miss Isadore is very powerful, but she's still young..." The nun didn't know how to deal with this little girl. She smiled awkwardly and said, "It's just right for us to protect her together..."

"Who asked you to protect me?" Ishado said angrily. However, Sallelei held out her hand to signal her to calm down. Instead, she smiled brightly at the two men and said, "The Archbishop is very thoughtful. I really need to be more careful when I move around. I'll trouble you two to protect me."

The two nuns breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with joy, while Bereya, Durenna, and the others were left with great confusion.

"But I'm not used to having someone serving me all the time. How about you two stay in the next room and accompany me when I go out?" Sallelei said again. The two of them naturally nodded in agreement, put down the silver bracelet, bowed, and turned to leave.

Sharlelei watched them leave with a faint smile on her lips.

Because in her eyes, there was a pink heart pattern on the neck of each of these two people.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 239: The Nuns' Wonderful Dreams

After the door closed, the soundproofing barrier reactivated. Isadore angrily said, "What do they mean? They're 'watching me closely'. That's nothing but surveillance!"

"Of course I'm under surveillance." Salares lazily leaned back in her chair, her fingertips twirling a lock of hair. "Archbishop Raymond has begun to be wary of me, fearing that I, as a saint, will interfere with his authority..."

Hearing this, Velie glanced at Sallelei with a strange air. The girl was still the same, lazy and mysterious as before, as if no one could ever fathom her inner thoughts. Noticing Velie's gaze, Sallelei smiled at her, deliberately thrusting out her chest, her ample bosom rippled.

Willie blushed and turned her head away quickly, adding viciously in her heart - lazy, mysterious, and malicious!

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little dazed. She vaguely felt that this girl was the same one she had talked with through the mirror all night long, but somehow, in the blink of an eye, this girl had become a saint, beginning to entrench power in the Western Holy City...

"You all saw the marks on those two people's necks..." Salares suddenly said. Bereya replied, "Yes, Master. They are the two Battle Sisters who were inflicted with the 'Gift of Blasphemy' by me."

Although succubi can clearly see the mark of the Gift of Blasphemy, ordinary people cannot see it. This greatly facilitates succubi to identify who are their own "captives" and who are not.

"Well, let's 'start' with these two..."

Sallelei narrowed her eyes, tapped the armrest of the chair with her slender fingertips, and the corners of her rosy lips curled up slightly, outlining a charming and cunning arc.

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Elesa opened her eyes blearily.

Before them was a room they weren't familiar with, a beautifully decorated room with a crystal chandelier on the ceiling and a soft bed. From every angle, this room was far more luxurious and comfortable than their usual dormitories.

After two seconds of silence, a hazy memory finally came to her mind. Yes, she and her senior, Catherine, who was two years her senior, had come together to protect the Saint. The Archbishop had ordered them not to leave the Saint's side, and to record her every move and report it to him...

It's simply surveillance.

Elisa didn't understand why the Archbishop was so obviously hostile to the Saint, but as his subordinates, they had to obey his orders.

But she vaguely felt that she seemed to have betrayed that adult - the Saint who had blessed her through Captain Berea.

"Um……"

Suddenly, she heard a low murmur. She turned around, and her arm inevitably touched the soft and warm body.

Unlike their usual dormitories, this room only had a double bed, so Alessa and Katherine had to sleep together. Originally, this wasn't a big deal; they were all comrades fighting for the goddess, and since they were both women, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

But for some reason, after hearing this voice, Alyssa's cheeks suddenly turned red, and her thoughts became involuntarily tense - she was absolutely sure that it was the voice of Senior Catherine.

Alessa felt her face burning hot, and she slowly turned her head away. However, in the dim moonlight, she suddenly met a pair of moist and shining eyes, which made her shudder all over and she could no longer speak.

The moonlight shining through the window shone on the woman, outlining a curvy silver edge. The light danced on the tight and neat muscle lines from long-trained exercises, and also danced in the pair of shimmering and moist eyes.

Eliza's trembling eyes followed the clear moonlight and outlined the curves of Catherine's hands - the senior was lying on her side on the bed facing her, the moonlight danced on her slender and strong arms, gradually deepening into the shadows, and turning into light lines that made things more obvious.

"Eliza...can you...talk to me?" Catherine said softly.

“Senior, you…” Alessa felt her mouth dry and her mind dizzy.

She couldn't comprehend the scene before her at all. The battle sisters had always strictly observed the commandments, fighting for the goddess their entire lives. After evening prayers, it was supposed to be a time of silence, and the sisters had to strictly enforce the injunction of silence. But why did the senior have to do this at this time...

Then, she suddenly understood.

After all, their hearts are still those of ordinary, living young women, not angels who have cut off all emotions and desires and have no worldly desires.

Even though the rules were strict, there were still some "contraband" that were circulated privately among the nuns - for example, love stories, romantic poems, and wonderful little picture books.

And they would naturally be troubled by those chaotic thoughts in the dead of night and want to talk to their closest companions and comrades.

She just couldn't understand why the senior would do something so against the rules at this time, and why he did it just across the wall from the Saint Lady...

"Eliza, Eliza..."

A soft voice I had never heard before came out of the mouth of the always solemn and reliable elder. What would she say to me? What would she say that was forbidden by the commandments, what would she say that was not in the words of the holy book?

The air grew sweeter as her panting breaths mingled with the thumping of her heartbeat. Alessa's breathing grew more rapid, and the pair of moist eyes before her grew brighter...

What they didn't know was that, on the other side of the wall, a succubus in a thin nightgown sat on a large double bed, her black leather wings spread out behind her, her eyes flashing with an enchanting purple light.

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The next day.

Alessa slowly awoke from her dream, feeling only a hollowness in her arms and a dry, dry body. She blinked, and the incredible dream of last night suddenly flooded into her mind, a sense of uncanny fulfillment and satisfaction still lingering in her bones.

"...!"

My cheeks burned. What was going on? How could I have such a dream? It was clearly a dream, but the tangible fulfillment and satisfaction felt too real, like soaking in a hot spring after a tiring day.

Soon, I heard a rustling sound. Turning my head, I saw the slender yet slender female figure outlined in the morning sunlight.

The moment she saw that beautiful curve of her body, Alessa suddenly felt as if she had fallen back into last night's dream. Catherine's eyes were so close to her, and she whispered softly and lazily in her ear...

Catherine took off her nightgown, picked up a shirt, and faced the window, not daring to look at the face of her junior.

How could this be? Why did I have that dream last night? With Elesa... Ah, she's like my sister, there's no doubt about it...

The next moment, she suddenly felt someone hugging her from behind. With only the fabric of her nightgown between their skins, the gentle embrace sent a shudder through her body.

"what!"

Then, Alessa cried out in surprise. She spoke incoherently, her voice filled with panic and guilt, "I'm sorry, Senior, I... I think I was confused in my sleep..."

"...Nothing," Catherine whispered, trying to calm her rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat. The moment Alyssa hugged her, she seemed to be suddenly back in the dream of last night.

At this moment, both women kept asking themselves: What's going on? Why did they have that kind of dream?

Just then, there was a polite knock on the door. They both shuddered, their vague thoughts vanishing instantly. They both wanted to open the door, their hands reaching for the doorknob, but their faces flushed the moment they touched.

"Are you two still awake?" the Saint's gentle voice came from behind the door. "I'd like to invite you two to breakfast, and then... I'd like you to take me on a tour of the Sisters of Battle. What do you think?"

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I hope this chapter won't be taken away (fingers crossed)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 240: The Beginning of the Fall

That adult is so gentle and pure, Alessa thought.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he and I were sent by the Archbishop to monitor her. But not only did the Saint not blame us, she even invited us to breakfast together.

You know, the Saint's breakfast is much richer than that of the Battle Sisters...

Why is the Archbishop so afraid of and rejects the Saint that he even sends people to monitor her?

While eating, Alessa thought about this question while secretly observing the elf girl sitting in the wheelchair.

In the human kingdom, elves are indeed very rare. It is said that they all live in the elven kingdom of Elbery in the northeast. But why does the Saint have an elven magician friend?

During the meal, the Saint would wipe the crumbs off Miss Isadore's mouth, and after a while, the elf lady somehow got a crumb on her mouth as well, and she raised her chin towards the Saint intentionally or unintentionally.

...It's just like three sisters.

Alessa couldn't help but think to herself, a smile forming on her lips.

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In the afternoon, Shalelei sent a letter to the Magicians' Association, asking when she could visit. Then, led by the two of them, they arrived at the monastery of the Battle Sisters. Durenna had wanted to go with her, but Shalelei advised her to be patient and stayed in her room.

Of course, Willie continued with her research, while Isadore blushed, muttering, "I have things to do," and ran off like a little rabbit. Although Salerle was a little confused, she let her go out of her trust in Isadore.

Unlike ordinary monasteries, the monastery of the Battle Sisters is filled with a stoic and murderous atmosphere. The atrium behind the corridor has been transformed into a training ground, with rows of weapon racks placed against the wall. There are also several older nuns in the courtyard training new recruits of the sisterhood.

The young girls had their hair tied up tightly and wore only tight-fitting short shirts. They kept brandishing their weapons, their young bodies covered in sweat shining brightly in the sunlight.

“…Lady Saint!”

Upon seeing Salares, the nuns cried out in delight, dropping their weapons and rushing over. The older, more mature nuns tried to stop them, but they couldn't resist the urge to see the saint, so they simply swarmed over.

In a sun-drenched courtyard, a girl in a pure white dress sat upright on a bench, her light flaxen hair flowing over the plump outline of her chest. Under the hem of her skirt, which was slit to the base of her thighs, were her slender legs wrapped in pure white stockings.

Around her sat over thirty nuns, their hands clasped in front of their chests, their eyes filled with reverence and admiration as they gazed at the young girl. Just being around her filled the nuns with peace and joy, as if she held a strange allure that drew them in.

Logically speaking, the girl's dress seemed a little too form-fitting, and the hem was too high. The carefully trimmed fabric hugged her round breasts, perfectly fitting and highlighting the outline of her chest. By the standards of a nun, it seemed too revealing no matter how you looked at it, but -

None of the nuns saw anything wrong with the attire.

It seemed as if this was a dress specially designed for that girl. The perfect exposure harmonized her holy temperament with her unique seductive charm. The two completely opposite temperaments of purity and seduction were perfectly unified in her, as if the word "saint" was not used to describe her. On the contrary, it was her image that defined the word "saint".

Wouldn't it look better if I cut the hem of my nun's dress a little wider and tightened it under the chest like the Saint?

Unconsciously, this thought came to the minds of the nuns at the same time.

"Lady Saint, that... that is 'stockings'?"

A young nun timidly raised her hand. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she had not yet taken off her tight-fitting shorts from training. Her vigorous young body already had some of the agility of a warrior. She swallowed with a gulp and stared at the legs under the skirt of the Saint without blinking.

—Silk stockings. These unique garments brought by the Saint were unlike silk stockings. This tight, soft fabric could perfectly outline the beautiful lines of a woman's legs, and the shimmering skin beneath the fabric exuded a completely alluring charm.

When the Saint returned to the city this time, she also brought a batch of stockings to distribute to the ladies and girls in the city, which immediately triggered an unprecedented craze.

Taking advantage of the victorious atmosphere after the end of the war, the nobles and upper classes held banquets one after another, and the ladies at the banquets also openly showed off their beautiful legs decorated with pure white stockings.

Now, it has not only become a fashion trend in Field City, but also a symbol, a symbol of the friendship of the Saint.

Such clothing was naturally not available in the monastery, which was known for its austere nature. However, even the strict rules could not completely extinguish the girls' love of beauty.

Even the older nuns in their thirties and forties, after seeing the dignified and beautiful Saint, could not help but feel a little longing for her beautiful clothes.

"Yes, these are stockings." The Saint smiled gently. The young nun seemed to be encouraged. Her cheeks flushed red as she mustered up the courage to ask, "Can I... touch them?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the nuns erupted in anger. A barrage of insults hurled at her, accusing her of being shameless and insulting the Saint. The little nun hung her head in frustration, wishing she could curl up into a ball and disappear into the ground.

But the next scene surprised all the nuns - the Saint did not take it as an offense at all, but smiled gently with her hands covering her mouth, then she pushed aside the hem of her skirt - her round and plump thighs flashed under the skirt - then she took off her high heels lightly and presented her calves wrapped in pure white stockings to the nuns.

"Sure, come and touch it?" The Saint's smile was gentle and bright, as if this was just an ordinary thing.

The nun was at a loss for a second, and then, in the shocked, envious, confused and jealous eyes of her companions, she trembled and held the delicate white silk feet in her hands, as if holding precious and fragile porcelain, feeling the delicate texture of the stockings and the softness of the Saint's skin with her hands.

"Saint, Saint Lady, I, I also want to touch it..."

In the silence, another little nun spoke tremblingly, which immediately caused a wave of exclamations.

"Sure." The Saint's smile was still as gentle as ever. She waved to the little nun, motioning her to come over. The little nun timidly came to her and knelt down. Then the Saint gently stroked her head.

The little nun looked like she was about to cry. She reverently reached out her hand toward the white silk feet that were like a work of art and gently touched the delicate ankle of the Saint.

In the silence, the nuns looked at each other, swallowed their saliva at the same time, and their hearts were pounding.

They vaguely realized that something was wrong with the scene in front of them, but their brains were in a daze and they could not think anymore. The only thing they had was the desire for the beautiful girl in front of them, and that vague greed kept surging in their hearts.

At this moment, if an outsider walked in here, he would see such a chaotic, immoral and beautiful scene.

The sunlight shines on the girl in white, illuminating her beautiful face with a moving smile that is a mixture of dignity and charm.

She leaned forward slightly, her ample breasts casting a rounded shadow beneath her skirt. Her hands lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, her legs wrapped in white stockings pressed together, dangling to the ground. Her small, delicate white high heels lay beside her.

And beneath her, countless hands reached out from all directions, as if holding up some fragile treasure, cherishing and holding her feet almost reverently.

The nuns' fingers stroked the delicate arch of her foot, touched her exquisite ankle, and climbed up her curvaceous calf.

The girl in white seemed like an angel bringing sweet rain to everyone, with a gentle and compassionate expression. She allowed the nuns who held their breath to touch her, and let the wonderful atmosphere linger and ferment.

After an unknown amount of time, a nun seemed to have thought of something, raised her head in awe and reverence, and looked dazed.