Succubus cannot be a saint

"So don't ask me if I know other people with cat ears. I don't know." The spotted cat continued, but after a moment's silence, she whispered, "I heard that people like us with animal features like 'cat ears' and 'rat tails' are more common in the East and South. I've always wanted to meet... someone with ears and tails like me..."

The words of comfort turned over in Sharlelei's mind, but she felt that there was no point in saying anything at the moment. Sharlelei sighed softly, and finally just said, "There will be a chance." She raised her hand to touch the tabby cat's head, but when she thought of her sticky hair that had slipped in the sewer, she twitched her mouth and stopped.

Gently stroking the storage ring on her hand, Sharlelei raised her head and looked at the dark night sky.

Now that he had the Archbishop's evidence, how could he deal with him? If he noticed the cat was missing, he would definitely react quickly and take action. Then, he might only have one night to make arrangements...

Thoughts raced through her mind, and her next plan gradually took shape. With a flash of light between her fingers, she pulled out Velie's communication mirror from her storage ring and smiled slightly.

Anyway, let's call the little black cat in the Magician's Association first.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 249: Inciting the Sisters to Revolt

Even though it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Angeldel still couldn't fall asleep.

During the day, Sharlele's words, "Angeldale," still echoed repeatedly in her heart, each echo bringing a sweet surge of excitement. What did this mean? What did this mean? Was she willing to forgive herself?

For a moment, Angelelle was overwhelmed with emotions. Even though she was smart, she was confused and found it difficult to figure out what Sallelei's intentions were.

During this period of time, she and Sharlene had met several times at banquets, but the latter had always treated her politely, as if she were a stranger she met for the first time. Whenever she thought of this, her heart would ache and feel as if it was about to explode.

But that one "Angeldale" that afternoon seemed to clear away all the depression and melancholy she had been feeling for the past month, and her heartbeat was filled with joy. Thinking of this, the brown-haired girl couldn't help but smile faintly, fiddling with the small bottle in her hand.

If only this period could last forever. Without my father's guards watching over me, I wouldn't have to report where I went, what I did, or who I wanted to see. And I could even see "her"...

But at that moment, there was a sudden, gentle knock on the door. Angeldale's expression changed, and she quickly hid the bottle. Like lightning, she pulled out a dagger from under her pillow and hid it behind her. She got out of bed and opened the door. Seeing the figure behind the door, her face turned pale, and her lips trembled slightly. "Is it... you?"

"Good evening, Miss Angeldale." Salares lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and smiled faintly. In the moonlight, her eyes flickered. "Can I ask you... for a favor?"

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In a bathroom in a corner of the cathedral, Isadore pouted and scrubbed the blackened head in front of her angrily. Willie, still sitting in her wheelchair, watched attentively from the side.

Isadore really didn't understand why Sister Sasha suddenly woke them up in the middle of the night and asked them to sneak out of the Magicians' Association. She also didn't understand why both the combat nuns who followed them and the nuns in the cathedral had fallen asleep inexplicably.

What she couldn't understand the most was why Sister Sasha insisted on asking her to bathe this stinking guy, and this guy was holding on to a purse tightly and refused to let go even for a bath!

That Miss Mirror was so annoying and made sarcastic remarks!

"Hey...wait! It's ears and a tail!"

Then, Isadore's exclamation was heard in the bathroom...

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The next day.

As soon as Archbishop Raymond got up, a servant told him that Miss Angeldel Iharion wanted to have breakfast with him to discuss some important matters.

Upon hearing this news, the Archbishop was stunned for a moment and immediately began to think. Miss Angeldale had previously been pursued by this "crazy daughter" through love letters, and the scandal caused by this incident even delayed her marriage to the kingdom's second prince.

When the two met at the banquet, Miss Angeldale's expression changed drastically. It was probably because she saw the crazy daughter who had pursued her in the past had turned into a saint... Thinking of this, Bishop Raymond smiled bitterly. This matter was really too bizarre. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have believed it.

In recent times, Miss Angeldale and the Saint have only met occasionally at banquets. They only met yesterday afternoon. However, according to Igeria who was eavesdropping outside the door, the two just chatted and drank afternoon tea.

What's more, the Iharin family's power is entrenched in the northern border, and Angeldel is engaged to the second prince, so she will not pose a threat to his own power... This time there may really be something important, let's see what she says.

After making up his mind, the Archbishop changed his clothes with the help of his servants, then summoned Igeria and asked calmly, "What are your plans today, Saint?"

"The two sisters have accompanied Her Majesty to the Seminary Library," Igeria replied respectfully, though a hint of confusion lingered in her eyes. "Everything is normal in the Cathedral."

"Okay. You go down and tell Irennie to take people out immediately. Dig Moise out for me no matter what." The archbishop said coldly. He made up his mind that after fulfilling his appointment with Miss Iharin, he would go back and torture those untouchables in the prison.

—Once Moise is found, put them all to death.

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"Sister Irenne, please stay."

Before Irenne could lead her team out of the cathedral, Salares finally stopped her. The fully-armed combat nun was completely bewildered, completely unaware of the Saint's sudden visit.

But for some reason, looking at the Saint Lady's beautiful face, she suddenly trembled all over, her consciousness became hazy, and she raised her hand involuntarily and said to the adjutant: "You lead the team first, I have something to say to the Saint Lady."

After returning to the convent with the Saint, Sharlele smiled gently. After confirming that no one outside the room was eavesdropping, she cast a soundproofing barrier, placed an account book on the table, and pushed it in front of Irenne.

Irenne, bewildered, picked up the account book and carefully examined it, immediately realizing it belonged to the Black Wing Society. She suddenly looked up at Salarei with utter horror, wondering where she had gotten it. But Salarei smiled, signaling her to remain calm.

"Keep reading, my head sister..." The girl shuffled lightly, arriving behind Irene. Her delicate hands caressed her cheek through her neat, black, shoulder-length hair. Her soft, sweet voice drifted deep into Irene's mind, causing her to flip through page after page.

The next moment, when she saw "that name" appear in the account book, Irennie's eyes suddenly widened!

——Because it was Archbishop Raymond.

She couldn't believe what she saw. She flipped through the pages of the book one after another. Every flow of funds clearly pointed to that name. The document sandwiched between the pages fell on the table, and the seal on it was exactly the archbishop's personal seal!

"How could this be? How could this be?" she muttered to herself, suddenly looking up and staring at Salle's smiling face. She said in a trembling voice, "No... It can't be like this. This is fake. Someone forged the account book... Right? Saint? You want to tell me that someone forged this account book to frame the Archbishop... Right?"

"Is it true or false?" Sharlene giggled. She gently lifted Irenne's fair chin and stared at her face which was flashing with fear, anger, confusion and disbelief, her bright purple eyes narrowed slightly.

"Think about it, my dear Sister Head... If the Archbishop truly wanted to eradicate the Black Wing Order, why didn't he send the Knights instead of the Sisters responsible for guarding the Cathedral? Why did he allow you to raid at night? And why did he allow you to burn down the tavern?"

"Once the tavern is destroyed, the Blackwing's stronghold in Field will be eliminated. All we need to do next is follow the clues and eliminate their other forces in the Western Territory. Moise's escape alone wouldn't cause any trouble. If he truly wanted to eliminate the Blackwing, why didn't he focus on the overall situation in the Western Territory, instead of digging deep underground to find this small-time leader?"

Sallelei spoke word by word, each one like a massive hammer, hammering furiously against Irenne's heart. She was sweating profusely and trembling all over. She felt as if countless threads were connecting within her, details she had previously overlooked flooding back into her head, and together with this small account book, they pointed to a truth she simply could not accept...

Sharlene's slender fingers cupped her cheek, her violet eyes sparkling. Her soft voice echoed hazily in Irüne's ears like ripples on the water, causing her heart to flutter and become unable to control herself. Just like the words spoken by the "Goddess" in those wonderful dreams...

"There is only one answer to these questions—he has colluded with the Black Wing Society, violated the rules of the Church, and committed a heinous crime. You will follow the Goddess's righteous path and help me eradicate this cancer, right? My dear Sister Head?"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 250: Flame of Compassion

Irennie let out a soft cry of "Ah", and her serious and old-fashioned face under her black shoulder-length hair suddenly melted and a delicate blush appeared.

In a trance, she seemed to be back in that beautiful and charming dream. An indescribable comfort and happiness surged through her limbs, and her whole body seemed to be floating lightly on the clouds. All she could hear was the lingering celestial voice of the "Goddess".

The Archbishop colluded with the Black Wing Society and committed all sorts of shameful acts. The account book clearly records all of this, and the seal on it is undoubtedly his personal seal...

Irenne's thoughts were hazy, and she no longer had any doubts. She felt only anger threatening to explode. Her beautiful eyes fixed on the girl before her, and she trembled as she said, "So... so he's such a despicable villain... Goddess, I am willing to help you overthrow this shameless heretic!"

Her heart was in turmoil and her speech was incoherent. She didn't even realize that she was calling Sharlene "Goddess".

"Good sister, I knew you would help me..." Salares smiled sweetly and kissed her on the cheek. Irennie shuddered and involuntarily clamped her legs together. "Next, I want to let Father Whitham and the priests know the true identity of the archbishop. You must help me..."

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The incense smokes and the aroma of tea fills the air.

Archbishop Raymond sat at the table. Angeldale held an exquisite teapot in her hand, tilted the spout gracefully, and slowly filled the teacup.

Her movements were extremely light and slow, her posture graceful, and the light makeup on her pretty face made her look even more charming. Somehow, even the simplest task of pouring tea and water was done by her with a unique grace and charm, which even the archbishop could not help but stare at.

"Miss Iharin, these little things can be left to the servants..." Raymond said, but Angeldale shook her head. "How can I show my sincerity if I don't do it myself? Archbishop, please be patient."

Then, she carefully laid out the dishes and the desserts, meticulously creating a table of exquisite refreshments, her movements graceful and sleek, like a performance. Raymond admired her, but his doubts grew even more intense.

After all this was done, Angeldale sat down gracefully and offered him tea with a smile. The Archbishop took a sip from his teacup, his brows slightly relaxed. "I wonder what Miss Iharin wants to talk to me about? But please be frank."

Ding! The porcelain spoon touched the cup lightly. Angeldel's brows knitted together, and a shy blush suddenly appeared on her pretty face. Anger, helplessness, and sadness flashed across her face. She slowly spoke, "It's about my father... about Duke Iharien."

"I also ask the Archbishop to allow me to stay in the cathedral to study theology... I, I don't want to return to the North, to the cage that man set for me..."

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An invisible spiritual wave swept through the corridors of the cathedral, and the servants rolled their eyes and fell asleep. Then, Sharlelei and Irenne hurried past, followed by a little maid holding her skirt.

The maid had a dark complexion, messy black hair, and a pair of alert big yellow eyes filled with fear, looking around hesitantly. She was the tabby cat who was washed by Isadore last night and disguised as a maid in the cathedral.

Sharlely knew that, unlike the Sisters, who had largely fallen under her control, the Priests were not yet under her control. To convince Whitham to rebel, she needed more evidence. If she could find evidence in the Archbishop's study, even if she couldn't convince him to defect, she could at least keep him neutral.

Speed ​​was of the essence at this moment, so she asked Irennie to send a messenger to recall the battle nun, and at the same time, she took her and the tabby cat who had been on standby and went straight to the archbishop's study.

Although the "Sleeping Spell" in the dream magic was used, Irennie was in a semi-hypnotic state at this time and was completely unaware of it, and the tabby cat... she couldn't recognize what kind of spell it was.

With a bang, Irenne slashed open the locked study door with a sword without hesitation. Sharlelei patted the tabby cat on the shoulder and said, "It's time for you to take action, my great thief!"

The tabby cat trembled all over. She had never imagined that the first job she would be assigned by the saint after being "hired" by the saint would be to steal from the Archbishop of Field City's study! Her hands and feet were cold and stiff as stone. This luxurious and spacious study looked like a hell of knives in her eyes. She dared not move a muscle.

At this moment, a warm little hand was placed on her head, and a gentle and charming girl's voice sounded: "Don't be afraid, just do what you are best at, dig out everything hidden here, and I will definitely keep you safe and sound, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life..."

Listening to Charlene's voice in a daze, the tabby cat gradually calmed down. She slowly walked into the room and murmured, "It's a deal, no regrets. If I succeed in this, I will live in two, no, three houses this big, and eat white bread and stew every day, and drink beer without water..."

Sharlelei smiled slightly, looked at Irenne, and quickly walked into the room and began to search.

Not long after, the tabby cat let out an "eh" and fiddled with something inside a bookshelf. With a series of "click" sounds from mechanisms, the wall slowly moved away, revealing a glass cabinet.

Irenne only glanced at the glass case before exclaiming, "—Flame of Compassion!"

Sallelei rushed over and saw that there were heavy sealing runes on the glass cabinet, and in the cabinet was a one-meter-long wooden-handled war hammer. The handle was uneven and black like charcoal, with clusters of golden flame patterns swirling on it, and a little golden-red swaying flame was burning on the hammer head, exuding a strong sacred aura.

Even sealed within the glass case, the surging sacred aura still overflowed uncontrollably, like a tiny sun, endlessly releasing its light and heat. Even the three people outside the case could clearly feel this scorching heat, yet gentle, hopeful, and not at all aggressive.

Just by feeling the warm holy power, Sharlele immediately realized that this was probably a holy object, and a holy object of the "Sleeping Swan" that was no less powerful than her own.

"What is this...?" She looked at Irenne inquiringly. The head sister's eyes flickered for a moment before she spoke in a complicated tone, "This is one of the church's sacred objects, the 'Flame of Compassion.' Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, a famine struck a certain land. The lord refused to release grain, and an ordinary priest led the hungry people to attack the granary, banging on the door with torches..."

"But he was soon stabbed to death by soldiers, still holding the torch high before dying. Then the goddess performed a miracle, and his blood flowed back onto the torch, forming a holy pattern that set the granary door ablaze, while the grain behind the door remained intact... After that, the Church used this sacred torch to craft a holy hammer, naming it the 'Flame of Compassion,' to spread the priest's compassion for the people."

At this point, she sighed slightly. "I once heard that the Archbishop... no, Raymond... before he became a bishop, swore an oath on this holy hammer that he would, like that unknown priest, protect the faithful with a heart of compassion and love, and his devotion would never waver."

"But I never expected... I never expected him to end up like this. Legend has it that only a merciful person who obeys the goddess's oracle can lift the holy hammer, or their hands will be burned by flames. I wonder if he can still lift it now..."

After hearing these words, Sharlelei felt a slight chill in her heart, and immediately remembered what the Pope had said to her that day in the Kingdom of the Goddess.

"...You will encounter many people, many things, and many tangled interests. When you want to do the right thing, many people will come to obstruct you and force you to compromise..."

"...You must understand what can be compromised and what cannot be compromised. You must always remember the Goddess's most authentic teachings - to bring light and hope to people."

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a surge of emotion and sighed deeply. When she looked again, she saw a large square steel cabinet beneath the glass case housing the "Flame of Compassion." The door was locked, and a blue magic circle was engraved on the lock.

"...It's a magic lock. I have no idea what to do." The tabby cat just took out a bunch of lock-picking tools from his pocket, and when he saw the arcane light on the lock, he sighed.

Sharlele and Irenne exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed in disappointment. This magic cabinet must contain something truly valuable, but it was a shame they were missing this crucial step, ultimately failing to obtain their desired item. Was their only option left to risk everything and try to convince Whitham with Moise's account book?

"Alas, if there's no magic, how could there be a lock in the world that could stop your Grandma Cat?" The tabby cat shook his head, looking rather disdainful of the magic lock. "Why don't you just use the mechanical lock to fight? What's the point of using magic..."

Sharlelei couldn't help but laugh at the childish words. But then an idea flashed through her mind. Her fingers touched Du Mudan's storage ring and she said slowly, "As long as there's no magic, this lock won't stop you, right?"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 251: Not Killing, But Destroying the Heart

"My father...is an extremely controlling person."

Gently placing the teacup on the table, Angeldale sighed and spoke slowly, "Ever since I was little, my every move has been under his surveillance. The servants around me are his spies. Everything I say and do must be reported to him. He also has to review the letters I write and the books I read..."

Archbishop Raymond was stunned for a moment. He never imagined that the Duke's daughter, who was known as the "Flower of the North", was beautiful, well-mannered, and had impeccable interpersonal skills, but actually grew up in an environment as suffocating as a birdcage.

"I have absolutely no freedom in the Duke's Mansion. Wherever I want to go, I can't go if my father doesn't allow it... No, it's better to say that only 'where he wants me to go' is 'where I can go'..."

Angeldale smiled sadly, "Even when I'm out, I'm surrounded by his men and spies. He knows exactly who I've said and what I've said..."

The archbishop remained silent, yet a trace of pity and sympathy arose in his heart.

"Being captured by this heretical cult might seem like a disaster to others, but it's also a blessing for me... Now, none of my father's men are around me anymore," Angeldel said softly. "This period of time has been the most free I've ever been in my life... So, I'd like to ask you, before my father sends someone to pick me up, to allow me to continue my studies at the church seminary..."

"I see, I see..." Raymond sighed. In this day and age, if a noblewoman wanted to escape her confinement, she could only do so by vowing to become a nun and entering a monastery. But Angeldel was engaged to the Second Prince, after all. Taking her in would be tantamount to opposing the Duke of the North. What good would that do?

The archbishop changed his mind and was about to politely refuse when a ring on his hand suddenly lit up with a warning blue light.

He was stunned at first, then his face changed drastically and he stood up suddenly!

The meaning of this blue light is exactly - someone is trying to open the safe in his study!

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"It's done!"

The tabby cat cheered, and the iron box slowly opened, but the magic circle on the lock had long since vanished. Sharlelei smiled faintly, and the magic scroll in her hand turned to ash and slowly dissipated.

That was the "Dispel Magic" scroll hidden in Poison Peony's ring. When she seized the ring that day, she discovered that it contained not only secret potion messages but also a number of scrolls on things like flight and detect magic. Among them was this "Dispel Magic" scroll, which came in handy, removing the lock's magic.

The cabinet door opened, revealing antiques such as pocket watches, gold cups, and paintings. Both Charlene and Irene were bewildered, but the tabby cat cried out in surprise.

"This... this is a Goethe family heirloom! This belongs to the Einhart family... This belongs to Sir Cato, Father Budian..."

She called out the names of several upper-class families in Field. Irennie's eyes flickered, and she suddenly said in surprise, "Wait a minute, I remember these names. They all seemed to have opposed the Archbishop's rule over Field... but then they disappeared inexplicably..."

Sallelei's expression was stern. These families and individuals were all opponents of the Archbishop, but in the end there was no news of them. However, their heirlooms and collections appeared here. It was self-evident what had happened!

"These are enough!" She swept her sleeves, put the antique treasures into the ring, and said sternly: "Let's go!"

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Soon, the archbishop arrived at the study. Seeing the wooden door that was split in half, the opened mechanical compartment, the empty secret box, and the "Flame of Compassion" sealed tightly, a mixture of fear and rage suddenly crossed his face. His veins twisted, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and holy light surged all over his body as he roared wildly!