Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 245: The Archbishop and the Black Wing Society

In the sacred hall illuminated by the hazy moonlight, the figures of the nuns overlapped with each other, and their chaotic yet beautiful laughter echoed in the charming night.

Some were in pairs, some in groups of three, chatting and laughing with each other freely, dancing wantonly, and some were playing obscene music that was not allowed in the church, which really stunned Irene.

What the hell is going on?

Rather than anger or shame, Irennie felt more bewildered than angry. How could she have such a dream? She had always strictly observed the precepts and kept her heart pure, so how could she have such a shameless dream? And... and there were so many colleagues in the dream!

This is a dream, this is a dream, I must wake up, I must wake up...

Irenne whispered to herself, closed her eyes, and silently recited the Holy Scriptures of the Goddess of Light over and over again, hoping to escape from this strange dream.

But somehow, the more she silently recited, the clearer the blasphemous sounds in her ears became, and she even heard a voice that was very familiar to her.

"Irenne... Irenne..."

It was the voice of a comrade and a fellow soldier, a voice I was all too familiar with. It was Igeria's voice.

Irene's heart trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes. But what she saw was a figure smiling at her in the moonlight. Two girls surrounded Egeria, one on each side, stretching their bodies to their heart's content, as if they were dancing a wonderful dance.

Amidst the wondrous rhythm of the dancing bodies, her most trusted deputy and comrade-in-arms smiled beautifully and charmingly and extended a hand to her.

"Come on, Irenne, you too... join us..."

Irennie was struck by lightning. Looking at this scene, her heart was pounding, her mouth was dry, and she couldn't say a word.

Every day's training, every prayer, every moment of self-reflection and self-motivation seemed to vanish into thin air. She stared blankly at Egeria before her, feeling a strange feeling creeping up her heart...

Why, why is this happening? Why am I having this dream? She kept asking herself, but when she looked up, she saw the statue of the goddess in the chapel, slowly revealing a charming smile.

Irene stared at the smiling holy statue infatuatedly, and an irresistible thought suddenly flashed into her mind like lightning.

——It's okay to indulge yourself a bit. After all, this is a dream.

And... you see, the goddess also allowed it, didn't she?

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In a warm and comforting pink ocean, Irenne melted.

She was submerged in the figures of the nuns, who gathered together to chat and laugh with each other, and squeezed together to embrace her.

It was as if she had just attended a wonderful cocktail party and then enjoyed a relaxing hot spring soak. Her soul seemed to be soaring in the wonderful and happy clouds, floating up and down in waves, soaking in the air, and unwilling to return to the ground for a long time.

In this intoxicating sweetness and comfort, Irene seemed to see the statue of the charmingly smiling goddess in the lobby move - as if the goddess really floated down, blinking her beautiful purple eyes, and came before her.

"Irenne, Irenne..." A sweet, gentle call echoed in her ears. Just hearing the goddess' voice stirred a beautiful resonance in the head sister's heart. Irenne opened her eyes in a daze and stared at the goddess before her. After a brief trance, she revealed a nearly melting smile.

"Ah, goddess...it's you, I see you...are you here to pick me up?"

At this moment, facing the infatuated Irene, Sharlene's smile became sweeter and sweeter.

Yesterday, after bestowing the "Gift of Blasphemy" upon the combat nuns stationed at the monastery, she easily replaced the ordinary holy water in the monastery with the "holy water" of the succubus, and also engraved the order of "bathing and blessing with holy water every day" into their minds.

With her current charm and mastery of dream magic, controlling dozens of ordinary people is a piece of cake.

After all, who would have thought that the holy water brought by the Saint contained the body fluids of a succubus? Who would have thought that the Saint, who was favored by the goddess, was actually a succubus?

——Who would have thought that the "blessing of holy light" bestowed by the Saint is actually a blasphemous gift from the succubus?

From this point of view, with the cover of her identity as the Saint, Sharlele can be said to be absolutely in the dark.

In this way, the battle sister Irenne, who was a mid-level extraordinary warrior, also fell into her trap and was pulled into the collective dream of the nuns.

However, just one day of dream invasions was not enough to completely control Irenne's mind. However, the purpose of Sharlele's trip was not to completely control her.

After all, depravity is more interesting if there is resistance and struggle, isn't it?

"Tell me, Irenne... What has the Archbishop been planning all this time? What has he done?"

As the head sister of the Sisters of Battle, Irenne was not only the Archbishop's confidant, but also his most capable deputy. If anyone knew the Archbishop's recent actions and plans, it was undoubtedly Irenne.

A gentle voice lingered in Irenne's mind, and she murmured without hesitation: "The Archbishop... ordered us to raid the Rotgut Tavern in the lower city..."

As soon as these words came out, Sharlelei was shocked. She just wanted to use dream hypnosis to make Irenne act as her accomplice, but she didn't expect that the first sentence would reveal such information!

"why?"

"In order to capture Moise, the Black Wing's leader in Field... the Archbishop told us that he wants to eradicate the Black Wing completely and eliminate this cancer..."

At first glance, it seemed perfectly natural for Raymond, the Archbishop of the Church of Light, to take action against the Black Wings, which operated in the entertainment, smuggling, and loan sharking industries. After all, the Church strictly prohibited usury.

But the question is, why did he send his personal guard to do this? Even if they wanted to raid and eliminate the Black Wing Society, it should be done by Berea and her knights.

Then she heard Irenne mumbling, "He told us to capture Moise and his lieutenants alive, then burn down the tavern and completely destroy it..."

Sallelei said in a deep voice: "Did you catch the person?"

"We didn't find Moise, but we captured his lieutenant and a few petty thieves..." Irenne said, "and imprisoned them in a secret cell beneath the cathedral. He then ordered the city gates sealed and ordered us to search the entire city thoroughly, also to find Moise..."

After asking about the specific location of the secret prison in the cathedral, Salares fell into deep thought.

——Why did the Archbishop let his trusted guards secretly raid the Black Wing Society’s base without telling anyone, and also capture the leader alive and burn down the entire base?

Especially after he did all this, he still looked like he was determined to dig Moise out even if it meant digging three feet into the ground.

This doesn't seem like he wants to "eradicate the cancer of the Blackwing Society", but more like Moise has some leverage over him, so he wants to take the initiative to destroy the evidence.

Could it be that the Archbishop truly has some connection to the Black Wing Society? Otherwise, his actions couldn't be explained...

Even before the war broke out, civilians had already gone missing in the city. Then, the cult rebels laid siege to Field, dragging numerous civilians as sacrifices. Immediately after the war, the Archbishop decided to secretly raid the Blackwing Society's headquarters. There must be a reason for this.

Sallelei's eyes flickered. Her original plan was to slowly erode the three major armed forces surrounding the Archbishop and then wait for an opportunity to act. But if she could find Moise first, the situation would be different.

However, the Archbishop had the Sisters dig deep into the ground, but they still couldn't find this old fox. And under the Archbishop's nose, she couldn't go looking for him in a big way... The only clue she had was the Black Wing members in the secret prison.

After making up her mind, Sharlele smiled slightly, reached out and stroked Irenne's eyelids, and a faint pink-purple light lit up at her fingertips.

"Listen to me, Irenne. You will forget what you said to me in your dream, but you must remember the feeling in the dream and crave it more and more. When you see your colleagues, or even other sisters, you will remember the scene in your dream..."

Irenne's eyes became increasingly blurry, and she murmured, "Yes, Goddess..."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 246: The Secret Prison of the Cathedral

noon the next day.

"Lady Saint, I have received a decree from the Archbishop. Waldo and I must go to the Barony of Flor and assist the local army in eradicating the remnants of the evil cult..."

That day, while Sharlele was having breakfast, Bereya, dressed in military uniform, knocked on the door and walked in. The news she brought didn't surprise Sharlele—the Archbishop had removed Bereya from his side as both a protest and a precaution.

Berea paused for a moment when she said this, then turned to look at the battle nun Igeria standing behind Sharlele, and then gave Durenna a look that was quite clear in its meaning - when I'm not around, you must protect the Saint.

And Igeria was also somewhat aware of the rift between the Archbishop and the Saint. Although she was the Archbishop's subordinate, she also had great respect for the dignified and holy Saint. At this moment, she felt that she was caught in the middle and was neither here nor there, and was suddenly very embarrassed.

Looking at the female knight in front of her, Igeria's cheeks turned red again. Somehow, she remembered the absurd dream she had last night.

I actually invited Irenne to join... or something. Ahhh, this is so embarrassing...

But the happiness in her dream was so real. So real that she didn't want to wake up from it. And the reason why she had this dream had long been forgotten.

Thinking of this, a terrible thought suddenly came to my mind - what should I do if I can never taste the happiness in my dreams again?

Belea and Durenna looked at the battle nun strangely, but as a succubus, she quickly noticed her unusualness.

Ah, so she has fallen into the hands of her master... Thinking of this, Belea couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, revealing a charming smile, and exchanged a glance with Durenna, who also showed a knowing smile.

Igeria's heart skipped a beat when she saw Bereya's sudden, charming smile. But before she could process its meaning, Salares said, "Don't worry about me. Go and carry out the Archbishop's orders."

"As you command, Saint Lady."

After Bereya left, Shailele put down her knife and fork and looked at a letter on the table. This letter had been sent by Villiers that morning. It contained only two brief sentences: she and Isadore would have to stay at the Magicians' Guild for another day, and "she had found a second 'dyemaker'."

Behind Salares, Igeria glanced at the letter, baffled. What did the second dyer mean? But Salares moved the letter slightly, allowing her to peek. Igeria was immediately embarrassed and rubbed her nose in embarrassment.

Just watch it, you won’t understand it anyway.

And judging by the second sentence in the letter, Miss Mirror seems to have found a research partner within the Magicians' Guild. Well, that's a good sign. It seems the "coexistence of multiple spells" problem isn't just plaguing Sharlelei; many mages are trying to solve it.

——I really look forward to the day when this difficult problem is solved.

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This day was destined to be very turbulent. At afternoon tea time, another visitor came to Sharlene's room.

—Anjedel Iharion.

Although she only said "normal greetings", after sitting down in front of Sharlele, the noble girl looked at Egeria and Durenna with pleading eyes.

Under her pitiful and pleading gaze like a little bird, the two men finally softened their hearts and left, leaving the two girls alone.

Only then did Shalelei realize that Miss Angeldale might have come here precisely because of this opportunity. Now, the two of them were truly alone for the first time.

The brown, slightly curly long hair gently slid down onto the snow-white skin of her chest. The aristocratic girl in a dignified long dress lowered her eyes. No one spoke for a while, and time slowly passed in the silence brewed by the aroma of black tea.

Finally, as Salares moved, Angeldel immediately raised her eyes. Her face still wore that same standard smile, as if carefully carved by a craftsman. Her gray eyes, their true colors obscured by wrinkles, gazed at Salares, waiting intently.

The dignified and gentle Saint Lady simply brushed her hair and said softly, "...Miss Iharien."

—Miss Iharion.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, the moment she heard that name, it felt like a nail pierced her heart. A chilling shiver passed through her fingertips, and for a moment, she desperately wanted to stand up and question the Saint before her, "You—"

But...what can I ask her?

Angeldel's thoughts suddenly stopped. What could she possibly ask her? Why was she so distant to her? Why didn't she call her "Angie"?

Do I have the qualifications? No, I don't.

An icy chill, mixed with self-mockery, repeatedly sliced ​​at Angeldel's heart. The girl's slender fingers clasped together silently, but her knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

Even though he wanted to tell her the truth and beg for her forgiveness, but...

Looking into those gentle yet unfamiliar purple eyes, Angeldale was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, Charlene was also gazing at the girl before her. In her eyes, the girl with the number "?100" on her head was like a puppet with an expression carved into her face. Every movement, every smile, every frown wasn't genuine. She was completely different from the girl she remembered, the one who had pulled her on a dog sled and taken her to see the stars.

Is this how she appears to everyone? Is this her disguise? Sharlele didn't know. Just as she didn't know Angeldel's intentions, she chose to wait quietly, waiting for Angeldel to speak.

"Saint... Your Excellency." Angeldel spoke with great effort, as if just saying these few words had consumed all her strength. She turned her head to look outside the door, where Egeria was standing. "You seem quite 'troubled' lately..."

Angeldale had long sensed the rift between the Archbishop and the Saint. Relocating Bereya, sending in the Battle Sisters... she'd seen this tactic too many times.

With just one word and one look, Sharlele understood what Angeldel meant - she was worried about her.

"I do have some troubles, but thankfully I've found a solution. Thank you for your kindness..." Sharlele smiled faintly. Seeing Angeldel's face gradually turn pale and her eyes tinged with sadness, her heart softened and she added, "...Angeldel."

The moment she heard her own name, Angeldale's pale cheeks suddenly flushed bright red, and her heart pounded like a hammer. She froze on the spot, her head buzzing with joy, as if thousands of sparks of joy were bursting into the air.

She called her own name, she called her own name.

"So you don't have to worry. Here, this is the tea that His Excellency the Archbishop gave me. You must taste it carefully..." Salares smiled at her and raised the black teacup.

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Late that night.

After Shalelei's polite refusal, Anjiedel ultimately decided not to interfere in her open and covert struggle with the Archbishop and left. Late at night, Shalelei changed into comfortable clothing and quietly left the room without alerting Durenna.

As for Igeria, the vice-president of the Battle Sisters who was supposed to monitor her every move, she was currently sinking into a hazy and wonderful dream, twisting uncontrollably on the bed.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 247: Cat Girl and Moise (4k)

At night, everything is silent.

The majestic and solemn cathedral was bathed in the silent night. The combat nuns in charge of guarding it patrolled around with lanterns in hand, but somehow, an invisible spiritual wave swept through the darkness, and their minds suddenly became dizzy, with countless bizarre and lustful thoughts surging in their hearts. Their bodies were burning hot, and their consciousness became blurred.

With a thud, a nun collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. Her companion bent down to help her, but she whimpered as she was grabbed by the neck. Her mind went blank, and she fell forward, the lantern rolling to the side with a thud.

Then, a slender figure emerged from the darkness. With a smile on her face, Salora slowly walked past the nuns. They were still unaware, lost in the hazy, beautiful illusion.

It's true that the Archbishop relied on the elite of the Sisters of Battle to defend the cathedral, including many extraordinary warriors. But two days earlier, Sharlelei had unnoticedly slipped "Succubus Holy Water" into the Sisters of Battle, successfully drawing most of them into her web of seduction.

Under the dual control of charm and dream magic, it was easy to temporarily incapacitate these nuns. When they woke up, they would only think they had had a hazy and beautiful dream.

After all, who could have imagined that the Saint Lady was a succubus?

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With a clang, the prison gate slowly opened. Several figures behind the iron bars raised their heads, but a wave of mental energy swept through them, and they fell asleep again in an instant.

Outside the door was a guard who had been hypnotized and fallen asleep. Salle looked around and saw that the prisoners were divided into two groups. Three men were locked in a single cell. They were bloody and dying. It was obvious that they had been severely tortured. They must be Moise's deputy.

The remaining few, both men and women, were imprisoned together. They were likely the thieves Irenne had picked up. They showed few signs of torture, clearly having received no "special care."