Succubus cannot be a saint

"Saint Lady... Ah, Saint Lady, you... the legend that you will bestow blessings upon believers, is that true?"

Upon hearing this, the Saint's dignified and compassionate smile melted like honey. Her violet eyes, so gentle they looked like deep pools, dimmed slightly.

"It's true," the angel whispered, holding up her skirt. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, with a charming, evil, and ominous meaning. She repeated, "It's true."

As if controlled by invisible threads, the nuns all raised their heads at the same time, their expressions dazed, intoxicated and reverent, staring at the Saint's eyes that were flashing with an enchanting pink and purple light, and the holy light that was flickering at her fingertips.

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I hope Shen He won’t bother me recently (fold your hands together)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 241: A Little Indulgence in a Dream

This night.

Alessa didn't know what was wrong with her. She had that strange dream for two consecutive days.

But this time, the scene around her changed. It was no longer her room with Senior Catherine, but... it had become the monastery chapel of the Battle Sisters.

"……babble!"

Just looking around, Alessa screamed as if she had been stung by a bee.

——On this wonderful night, even the moonlight seemed to have become hazy.

Beside her, the benches were filled with familiar figures. Looking around, she realized they were all members of the Sisters of Battle. Familiar names danced through her mind, and then, and then—

Her eyes fell on Catherine in front of her.

How could this happen? Why did I have such a strange dream? Why were not only Senior Catherine but also the other members of the Sisterhood here?

Alessa thought hard, but her thoughts seemed to be blocked by something, gradually stagnating and becoming difficult to continue. But gradually, another idea suddenly emerged from her mind, as if someone had forced it into her head.

——That’s not bad, right?

Here were Senior Catherine and my fellow sisters. Since we were still in a dream, anything was fine, right?

...Yeah, it’s just a dream anyway.

So, it's okay for the two of them to talk about things that have nothing to do with fighting or faith, right?

For example, talking about roses under the moon, the beauty of the dew on the petals, and the clear moonlight shining on the garden at night...

Eliza thought blankly, with moist eyes, and slowly crawled towards Catherine in front of her. The moonlight flowed quietly, falling on them like a quilt.

Soon, the other nuns also gradually woke up from their trance. Soon, they also saw their companions. Under the hazy moonlight, the faces they were so familiar with suddenly looked particularly beautiful.

Mentor, apprentice, senior, junior... all those relationships when they were awake seemed to have melted away in the enchanting moonlight. Etiquette and rules also slowly dissolved in this mysterious darkness and no longer existed.

Gradually, a smile appeared on the nuns' bewildered faces. Yes, here they could do things forbidden by the rules, express their subtle emotions, and even perform foreign dances that were forbidden by the rules because they were too passionate...

Anyway, it was just a dream.

The images of Elisa and Catherine were reflected in their eyes, and with such excellent examples, the nuns gradually forgot themselves and abandoned everything in the waking world.

I no longer know who was the first to extend an invitation to my mentor, nor who was the first to extend a hand to the younger generation.

Under the moonlight, figures overlapped in pairs and danced gracefully in the sacred chapel, with beautiful music rising and falling one after another - and the moonlight remained bright, and the statue of the goddess smiled silently, as if tacitly approving the believers' little indulgence in their dreams.

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Turning her gaze away from the scene in the chapel, the statue of the goddess—or rather, Salares—blinked in satisfaction.

——If the Goddess of Light knew that this succubus was hiding in her statue and observing the entire dream, she would probably be so angry that she would burn her to ashes with a ray of holy light.

Ever since she assimilated the Poison Peony and gained the "authority" to use dream magic, Sharlelei immediately felt that the magic in the dream realm was perfectly compatible with her own abilities.

If before, when Sharlele was diving in the dreamcatcher, she could only rely on her own mental strength and had no place to use the huge magic power in her body, then after mastering the dream magic, her magic power finally had a place to be used, and she was more confident in further removing the violent wolf spirit entangled with the Deer Horned Goddess.

With the support of powerful magic, Sharlele easily weaved a simple dream and pulled Alessa and Catherine into it.

These two combat nuns are not extraordinary warriors, but ordinary people who have been trained. Therefore, the subsequent charm, hypnosis, and provocation of desire are a natural result.

Thanks to the "Blessing of the Saint" on them - oh no, the gift of blasphemy, the two nuns had no resistance to the charm of Salares and fell into it almost immediately, leaving the mark of succubus deeply in their bodies and minds.

In the process of weaving dreams, Sharlele gradually became adept at both the dream magic and the succubus's ability to enter dreams.

So that night, Sharlele carefully tried to expand her dream, bringing in all the more than 30 combat nuns who had been "blessed" during the day.

Things were just as she thought. Everyone's mental fluctuations were different and not completely consistent. Therefore, when different people's minds were pulled into the same dream, fluctuations in the dream would inevitably occur.

Originally, Sharlele had mentally prepared herself for her dream to be shattered, but she discovered that the spirits of these thirty-plus nuns were surprisingly unified in a certain way. And it was precisely because of this that she used this "unity point" as an anchor, successfully integrating their mental powers and maintaining the stability of her dream.

What made her laugh and cry the most was that this common point was the desire to break the rules.

During the day, Sallelei's display of stockings and blessing successfully aroused the nuns' hidden desires. And through the Gift of Blasphemy, even if these nuns were not succubi, Sallelei could control their desires and use them as an excellent anchor to maintain the stability of her dreams.

"--etc."

Looking down at the wonderful waltz performed by the nuns in the dream church, Sharlene suddenly felt a flash of light in her heart, and even her physical body outside the dream shuddered.

Integrating the minds of multiple individuals to form a collective dream capable of accommodating many others—this is the fundamental operating logic of the Dreamcatcher. While the Nightmare Cult must have built many complex structures on top of it to construct the Dreamcatcher, this is indeed the basic principle.

The biggest challenge of the dream catcher is how to eliminate the mutual exclusion of mental power between different individuals.

But it was precisely this difficult problem that Sharlele found a hilarious entry point.

That is to influence and control the desires of individuals through the Gift of Blasphemy, and then use the succubus's ability to control desires to unify their mental power and establish a collective dream with "desire" as the basic support point.

Simply put, as long as everyone is thinking about the same thing, they will naturally be of one mind...

While she was at a loss for words, another shocking thought flashed through Sharlene's mind.

As the ruler of the succubus, and the blessing of joy is the power of the god of love, can he use the "control over desire" combined with the magic of dreams to create a "dream catcher" for the succubus?

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next morning.

Elisa slowly woke up from her dream.

A wonderful feeling of fullness still remained in her limbs and bones. In the wonderful feeling, she felt as if she was melting in a lake of warm water, and then slowly condensed into a physical body.

She sighed deeply and slowly opened her eyes.

If I could, I really wanted to sink into that dream. After all, that feeling of freedom was so wonderful, it was like... like someone who had only eaten simple food all his life was eating a top-notch steak carefully prepared by the Wang family chef for the first time.

The love stories that circulated privately in the nuns were as dull as dirt compared to the wonderful feeling of dancing and talking in dreams.

Suddenly, an idea came to her mind:

I hope I can have a dream like this tomorrow. I hope I can experience this beauty every day. And I hope I can be with Catherine every day...

But when she opened her eyes, she immediately felt the heavy touch in her arms. A soft and warm female body lay in her arms, and the air was filled with the fragrance of their intertwined bodies.

Alessa opened her eyes wide and slowly turned her head away.

Catherine's sleeping face was just a few inches away from her, her black hair sticking to her sweaty, wet skin, sparkling with an enchanting luster.

"Catherine...Senior?"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 242: The New Nun is Caught

As Alessa spoke, Catherine suddenly opened her eyes and jumped out of bed with a start.

"...Woo!"

Then her legs went soft and she knelt on the bed, and the two women rolled into a ball again.

"Kai... Senior Catherine..." Alessa supported her arms on the side of Catherine's head. The older nun bit her lip and turned her head away, not daring to look at her junior. Her cheeks were burning red.

"El...Elisa..." Catherine's lips moved slightly, and she squeezed out a trembling voice full of shame and anger. Elisa stared at her blankly, her heart like a raging storm, with shame and confusion surging. But beneath these waves, there was a hint of...joy?

It seemed like this was the first time she had seen the stoic and reliable Senior Catherine look so shy. For a moment, she couldn't help but be mesmerized.

"This... isn't it, this... I, I can explain..." Catherine's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. At this moment, she was filled with immense confusion and shame. Why did she wake up in Alessa's arms? Wasn't it just a dream? But the feeling of freedom in that dream was so wonderful that she didn't want to wake up.

Whenever she saw Alesha's face, she couldn't help but think of the younger generation in her dream, the Alesha who was so active and wild when dancing, and so unrestrained when talking and laughing, like a wild child.

"Woo..."

She covered her face, which was about to steam, and could not utter a word. But she knew clearly in her heart that if she could return to that dream again, she would - never hesitate.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door. It wasn't his door, but the door of the Saint next door.

"Saint Lady, may I ask if Elesa and Catherine are...ah, next door? Thank you—"

That was the voice of Igeria, the vice-president of the congregation.

“…It’s over!”

Alessa and Katherine looked at each other and both jumped up from the bed.

Three minutes later, the door finally opened before Igeria. The battle sister, in her early thirties, with curly hair, a calm and capable demeanor, and twin swords at her waist, gazed at the two young women, whose faces still clung to a strange blush, and sighed deeply.

Although the nuns strictly adhered to the rules, Igeria knew that it was unrealistic to completely eliminate such "filthy delusions." So she simply gave them a stern look and said, "Your Excellency the Archbishop has summoned you."

Then she added, "Afterwards, go and receive a day of detention. Other sisters will come to take your place."

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Inside the cathedral.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Archbishop Raymond said coldly, his hands behind his back, glancing at the statue of the goddess in the cathedral. It seemed as if even the brilliant light shining through the stained glass couldn't dispel the gloom on his face.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency. We have searched every inch of the lower city..." Behind him, a nun with neat short black hair knelt on one knee. It was the Battle Sister Irenne.

This capable and sturdy young woman with a cold and sharp temperament is like a sword drawn from its sheath. Even her kneeling posture cannot conceal her sharpness.

But at this moment, the head nun's face was more tired, and there were some bloodshot eyes, making her look a little haggard. It was obvious how exhausted she had been during this period.

"Also, pass my decree to Berea. Have her take Waldo and the first through seventh battalions of the Knights to garrison the Barony of Flor and help eliminate the remaining cultists there." Raymond's gloomy voice was thick with gritted teeth. "The remaining knights will be under your command. Dig deep to find them."

Irenne was startled, somewhat confused as to why the Archbishop wanted to transfer Berea at this time, but she still lowered her head and said, "As you command, Your Excellency."

After she left, Archbishop Raymond summoned several church officials and assigned various matters to them one by one.

"Have you finished the task assigned to you?" The archbishop suddenly asked this question when it was one of them's turn.

"Spies have been dispatched to Greystone and Moon Spring Towns, Your Excellency." The steward bowed his head humbly. "The documents conferring the title of Guardian of the Scroll have also been drafted."

"Very good. Go down." The archbishop nodded and continued to stare at the statue of the goddess, his eyes flickering, until Catherine's voice sounded behind him.

"archbishop."

"What's the Saint Lady's movements?" He asked calmly without turning his head. "I heard that she made a special trip to visit the monastery of the Sisters of Battle yesterday."

"...Yes, Archbishop..." Catherine's cheeks turned slightly red and her voice trembled, as if she remembered the erotic scene of the Saint lifting up her skirt yesterday.

Her small movement certainly didn't escape the Archbishop's ears. Raymond turned around and stared at her coldly, "Why? Why are you reacting like that? What did that Saint do in the monastery? Tell me."

Catherine was speechless, at a loss for a long time. Under Raymond's sharp and cold gaze, she finally lowered her head, sweat on her forehead, "The Saint Lady... showed us..."

"What did you show?!" Raymond shouted harshly, his whole body flickering with holy light, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes seemed to be about to spit fire -

"...showing...stockings..."

However, this was the answer he got.

Catherine blushed with shame, lowered her head deeply, and whispered softly.

Archbishop Raymond was stunned. His full-strength punch seemed to hit cotton. He muttered repeatedly, "Stockings? Stockings? She ran there just to show you stockings?"

It seemed... different from what he expected. He had thought that the saint would try to win over his trusted nuns just like she had won over Berea, but he didn't expect her to just go there and show the nuns... her stockings?

Archbishop Raymond was both amused and annoyed for a moment, and suddenly a ridiculous idea came to his mind: Why not fabricate a charge against the Saint for violating the commandments and dressing inappropriately, and then guide public opinion to attack her...

But he changed his mind and immediately rejected the idea.

This saint lady had made great military achievements and was very popular. She was also canonized by the Pope himself. The "silk stockings" she invented quickly set off a fashion trend in the city and became a favorite of noble ladies.

If I were to attack her at this critical moment by saying that wearing stockings was immoral, not only would the public not agree, but even within the aristocratic circle, I wouldn't have many people supporting me...

After all, many people have sensed the huge trend that "stockings" could create in the aristocratic fashion world, and they're hoping to get the production method from the Saint or even monopolize the supply and make a fortune. Don't say anything that's not conducive to making money.

"Forget it...what else?" The archbishop suddenly felt a little weak.

"Lady Saint...also, that...gave...us...a blessing..." Catherine stammered.

"Oh? A blessing?" Raymond sneered, thinking to himself, as expected, this Saint was really trying to erode his power and win over his confidants. But it was just right, he could take this opportunity to check the effect of this blessing.

With this thought, he reached out and placed his hand on Catherine's shoulder. Holy light surged and enveloped her. Concentrating and sensing, he discovered that there was indeed a faint trace of holy light within her.

So that's how it is. It's indeed a blessing from the Holy Light, but it's not very powerful. At least not like Berea, who is immune to the flesh-and-blood evil spells of the Black Goat Tentacles. It seems that "blessings" also have strengths and weaknesses...