Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 255: The Archbishop's "Afterlife"

While Du Mudan was shocked, Sallelei understood that the key to breaking the deadlock lay entirely in the deep regret and guilt hidden in Archbishop Raymond's heart.

If it weren't for this weakness, the probability of her and Du Mudan succeeding would be extremely small.

When she saw the Flame of Compassion and heard Irenne's stories of the past, Sharlele's heart was moved. During the battle with him, she used his guilt as a trigger to cast a dream magic that had unexpectedly miraculous effects, making her even more certain that this was his weakness.

Therefore, it was natural to take advantage of his guilt and use the succubus's charm to incite his escape and delusion.

In this way, she easily made the archbishop her puppet by a brilliant method that no one had expected.

In this way, when his five senses are blocked, Raymond will forever be immersed in the "correct life" he desires, forgetting what he has done and forgetting that he was captured by Salares.

As for Sharlele herself, she became one with the "goddess" in the illusion who had been gazing at him tenderly.

When Salares needs him, she can wake him up and make him mistakenly believe that he is the upright and righteous archbishop, obeying his "goddess"'s orders and becoming a useful puppet that can be summoned and dismissed at will.

The dream magic of the two "Dream Priests", the allure of the succubus, the Archbishop's inner guilt and desire to escape, and her "great face" that overlapped with the goddess in Raymond's heart...

It was the combination of all these elements that allowed them to completely control the high-ranking priest. If any of the above elements were missing, Raymond would not have fallen so easily into the dream cage they had created.

"Next, I will exercise complete control over those Holy Temple officers who know the truth... Not only will I use charm, but I will also use benefits and threats to ensure their complete loyalty to me, so that they dare not even think twice..."

"Then, we will wait for Bereya to return and completely corrupt all the armed forces of the Cathedral. Wait for me, my lovely battle sisters..."

Staring at the uncontrollable delusional illusions in the Archbishop's mind, the "Goddess" curled up her rosy lips slightly.

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In the afternoon of the next day, Berea, Waldo and other knights who had been transferred by the archbishop had already rushed back to the city at full speed.

Because Sharlelei moved so quickly, they were caught up by the messenger before they even reached their destination and were forced to turn back halfway. When they arrived at Field, Sharlelei was still in the study listening to Irennie and Whitham's report.

"Reporting to Her Majesty the Saint, all the temple deacons whose names were recorded in the Black Wing Society's account books have been arrested and sent to prison for sentencing." Irennie stepped forward and whispered.

"Arrange for replacements for them and keep a close eye on them. If they arouse the suspicion of other nobles in the city, claim that the Archbishop was colluding with the Black Wing Society in the purge of the Cathedral."

"Lady Saint, what will you do with the Archbishop..." Whitham seemed a little worried. "What will you do with him?"

"Of course, hang him in public!" Irene said without hesitation. She has always been loyal and upright. When she followed the archbishop, she was loyal to his orders. When the archbishop's evil deeds were exposed, she turned to the camp of Salares in anger and hated the archbishop even more.

"Calm down, Sister Irenne..." Charlene smiled. Hearing the words "Sister Irenne," this decisive Battle Sister's cheeks suddenly flushed. "The battle in Field has just ended, and the situation is still unstable. If news spreads that the Archbishop was executed for colluding with the mafia, what will the Duke of the West think? What will the people think?"

Irene lowered her head in shame and fell silent.

"At present, the Archbishop is still our banner, so we should do our best to avoid any further action. It won't be too late to release this news once the situation is completely stabilized." Salares shook her head. "As for his affairs, I will naturally write a letter and hand it over to the Holy Flame Castle's envoy for the Pope to handle."

That being said, whether or not to write to the Pope is entirely up to Salleh. As for the Archbishop...let him continue to be his puppet.

"Yes, Saint." Whitham breathed a sigh of relief. The old priest was a reserved man, worried that news of the Archbishop's death would unsettle the people. Hearing Sharlelei's words, his heart was instantly relieved, and he felt even more respect for the Saint.

"Then... what are you going to do with the Archbishop's Holy Hammer?" he asked after a pause.

Sharlelei pondered for a moment. Honestly, she hadn't made up her mind about this question yet. According to Irenne, the Flame of Compassion only responds to those with compassion. Putting aside whether she herself met the requirements, first of all, this thing... was a melee weapon, and she knew nothing about melee combat.

Even if the Archbishop's melee skills were poor, that was only compared to Durenna and Berea. After all, he was a member of the Battle Priest Corps, and his basic combat skills were many times better than hers.

In Sharlele's mind, the perfect owner for this relic would be Isadore. She wanted to hold a formal investiture ceremony for Isadore, handing the relic over to the little succubus who had followed her the longest, but she was too busy with government affairs. After the Archbishop's fall, she had countless matters to attend to throughout Field, and she was unable to spare the time.

"Let's talk about it later. Anyway, this holy object won't grow legs and run away." She smiled bitterly and made up her mind to hold a grand ceremony for Isadore after she finished the things at hand.

When she thought of this, she thought of Moise who was imprisoned in the dungeon and couldn't help but sigh.

This matter also needs to be told to Isadore...

At this moment, the study door was flung open, and an excited Bereya strode in. Her voice hadn't reached her yet, shocking Sharlelei's ears a little. "Master—Saint Lady!"

Waldo followed closely behind her, "Berea, you, you better keep your voice down! We are in front of the Saint's throne...!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Shailelei rubbed her ears with a wry smile.

Immediately, the small study was filled with Berea, Waldo, and a group of elite knights from the Knights of the Radiant Feather.

"My dear knights, I have something to tell you." Sharlele stood up from her seat. The knights were all confused, but Berea had already guessed it vaguely, and her blushing cheeks were full of joy.

"After investigation, it was found that Archbishop Raymond colluded with the Black Wing Society and was involved in usury, prostitution, smuggling, and even human trafficking. He violated many Vatican precepts and kingdom laws, and has been apprehended by me."

Sharlelei stared at the elite knights in front of her, speaking word by word, and invisible spiritual ripples slowly spread out, stirring their thoughts.

The last syllable dissipated into the air, and the room was silent for a moment. After a moment, Waldo spoke slowly with a pale face: "Lady Saint, this joke is not funny..."

"I'm not kidding." Shalelei shook her head. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Sister Irenne and Monsignor Whitham."

Waldo's face grew paler. The old knight stood there for a moment, looking at the two men in disbelief.

"We captured Moise and found his account books. We have witnesses and evidence, so of course it's true! Raymond also planned to assassinate the Saint, so it was a relief for him that he was not killed on the spot!" Irene snorted coldly.

Whitham nodded slowly. "After comparison, the handwriting in the Black Wing Society's account book is indeed Moise's, and the seal on the Black Wing Society's official documents is indeed the Archbishop's personal seal..."

After these words were spoken, there was no room for doubt. Waldo took a few steps back with a bewildered look on his face. For a moment, he felt dizzy and could not understand why things had developed to this point after only being out of the city for a few days!

Not only him, but other elite knights were also filled with astonishment and confusion. They had never imagined that the Archbishop was the sinner who was connected with the Black Wing Society, and that the Saint Lady had become the new controller of this holy city!

Among these knights, only Berea smiled widely. Her face alternately flashed with excitement, joy, shame, and a hint of anticipation...

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Please give me some money and a blade for my honesty.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 256: The Knights' Surrender

After a moment's silence, Waldojiang turned his gaze to Bereya. Seeing the female knight's smile, his heart suddenly sank. "Captain... No, Bereya, have you known about this for a long time?"

Bereya was startled, but Salarei spoke for her, "Sister Bereya is somewhat aware that there is something wrong with the Archbishop, but she has no evidence and cannot confirm it."

Then she changed the subject, "Sister Bereya, haven't you been wanting to tell your colleagues about the Archbishop's dirty deeds for a long time? Now is the time."

Hearing these words, Berea was shocked all over. Fear, trembling mixed with a kind of strange joy surged into her heart, making her body tremble slightly, and her face turned from flushed to pale, and then a beautiful blush appeared again.

Gazing into Salaret's half-smiled violet eyes, a slight shiver of joy raced through her spine. Yes, this was... this was the Master's promise. The Master promised her that he would free the Knights from the Archbishop's control and give her the right to choose... to choose whether to continue serving as leader or to shed this burden...

Now that the master had fulfilled the first half of his promise and the archbishop had become a prisoner, it was her turn to make a choice...

Staring deeply into those purple eyes, Bereya's heart beat violently. She closed her eyes, and the Archbishop's face appeared in her mind, then disappeared.

He was gone. The things that held him captive were gone.

The next moment, the female knight suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at her comrades. Those eyes looked at her with confusion, shock, and bewilderment. Ahhh… when she first became the captain, her comrades had looked at her with the same eyes.

But this time, it was different. She had a master behind her, a master who would support her unconditionally.

"Everyone..." She spoke softly, her voice calm and gentle, no longer trembling. "I want to tell you about a big mistake I made. Then, it will be up to you to decide my punishment..."

Then, Berea did not escape, but stared quietly at the knights in front of her, telling them how the archbishop had transferred the previous leader and supported her to take power, how the Knights had encountered a financial crisis, and how the archbishop had threatened her to agree to the "Holy Relic Tour" plan... 2 told them all in detail without hiding anything.

As they listened, the knights' expressions gradually changed. Some were shocked, some were bewildered, and some were gritting their teeth in resentment at the despicable fraudulent scheme. After finishing the story, Berea gently removed her helmet and sword, knelt on one knee, and placed them on the ground.

"My comrades!" She suddenly raised her head, her aquamarine eyes tinged with the crimson of a succubus, but her expression wasn't evil or alluring, but rather the resolve of a knight. "I understand. I've made a grave mistake. Every copper plate you hold holds the culmination of my sin."

"I understand that I am no longer worthy of serving as the leader of the Knights. I request that you deprive me of my position as leader and punish me accordingly..."

For a moment, the room fell into complete silence. The knights gazed deeply at Berea, who knelt on the ground. No one spoke, but their eyes spoke silently—their gazes toward her held pity, admiration, and bewilderment, but not anger or hatred.

"Bereya," Waldo suddenly spoke, his voice heavy and stagnant. The knights all turned their gazes to him—he was the deputy commander of the Knights Templar and the most prestigious figure in the order. In a sense, his decision was the decision of the entire order.

Hearing his voice, Berea shuddered. She took a deep breath, forced herself to look up, and stared into those stern and resolute brown eyes.

"You have committed a grave mistake. Under the guise of the 'Holy Relic Tour,' you participated in defrauding the people. You should be punished." Waldo's voice was cold and unkind, but Berea felt inexplicably reassured by it.

Yes, that's right. I'm a knight. I can make mistakes, but I can't escape them. I must make amends and be punished. I gladly accept this outcome.

"But—you were coerced by the Archbishop for our sake, weren't you?"

But Waldo's next words made Berea's eyes widen suddenly. She raised her head in disbelief. Waldo's stone-cold face actually showed a rare smile.

"If you're talking about participating in a fraud, then we who received those copper coins—our Knights—all share in it."

With the clanking sound of armor, Waldo knelt on one knee in front of Berea as she looked on in astonishment. Behind him, the sound of metal clashing could be heard continuously as the knights knelt on one knee one after another.

"As fellow sinners, we have no right to sentence you. I wish to hand over the decision-making power of this matter to the Saint, and let her make the judgment." Waldo said loudly, "But as far as I'm concerned—"

The man's brown eyes fell on Berea's face, and a touch of tenderness like a father and brother's love appeared in them.

He said gently, "But personally, everything you did on the battlefield proves you are a true knight. You have kept and fulfilled your oath. I have no complaints about you continuing to serve as the leader of the Knights Templar."

Behind him, the knights responded in unison by hammering their right fists against their left chests.

“—No complaints!”

"Uncle Waldo... and everyone..." Something warm surged in Berea's heart, overflowing from her eyes and turning into tears. Her voice trembled and choked, but Waldo smiled slightly, raised his head, and looked straight and calmly at the white figure standing at the top of the room.

"Lady Saint, I swear in the name of the Goddess that the Knights of the Radiant Feather will obey your orders. From now on, I will never waver."

As soon as he finished speaking, the knights once again pounded their chests with their fists and roared in unison.

"No second thoughts!"

Looking at the knights kneeling before her, Sharlele smiled slightly, gracefully descended, and came to Berea's side.

"In that case, I will hereby announce my judgment on Holy Bow Knight Berea and the Knights of the Radiant Feather."

The girl's gentle voice echoed in the room, and the knights involuntarily raised their heads and stared at the holy white figure.

"In the case of the 'Holy Relic Tour,' Archbishop Raymond was the mastermind behind it. The remaining members of the Order were unaware and will not be held accountable. I will investigate the exact amount involved and compensate the believers who purchased the relics. In the meantime, I will retain Berea's position as head of the Order, but will suspend all her salary payments until a thorough investigation and compensation are completed."

For a moment, the entire place was silent. After a moment, Berea, Waldo, and the other knights all bowed their heads and said in unison, "Thank you, Saint!"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 257: The Succubi Meeting in the Cathedral

Immediately, Irenne, Whitham, Waldo, and the knights left the study. A quarter of an hour later, Velie, Isadore, and the others came in one after another. Soon, only the Saint and her succubi remained in the large room.

Seeing Poison Peony, Isadore and Berea were a little surprised. For a moment, they did not connect this beautiful woman with a red mark on half of her face with the cultist with a disfigured face, and they were both wondering who the other person was.

"Hey, there's no one else here, what are you waiting for?"

Sharlele sighed and was the first to reveal her succubus characteristics. The devil's black wings spread out behind her, and dark golden horns and a slender heart-shaped tail also appeared quietly. Her holy and dignified temperament suddenly had an indelible touch of evil and charm.

Along with the women's giggles, the succubi in the room revealed their true faces, with evil red eyes flickering around.

If Waldo and the knights were here, they would be shocked to see that the female knight who was kneeling on one knee just now, pure and resolute, now has a wanton and evil smile on her face, and her evil and devilish figure is completely different from before.

"Sister Sasha!"

Without outsiders around, the little succubus immediately pounced on Sharlele, threw herself into her arms, intoxicatedly sniffing the fragrance of her sister Sasha, buried her cheek in the soft and plump big white bread, and wrapped her arms around her slender waist, turning herself into a little koala.

As she stroked the little succubus's golden hair, Sharlene's heart suddenly moved.

When she saw Moise's face, she felt that he looked familiar. And when she saw Isadore, she felt as if a light suddenly flashed in her heart.

Could it be that……?

"Master, master..."

At this moment, Bereya strode over, the massive, backward-curving horns on her head gleaming faintly in the light. Her face flushed crimson as she came behind Shailele and gently massaged her shoulders. "You, your verdict on me..."

"Do you think my sentence is too heavy?" Shailelei said with a smile.

"No, no! I mean..." the female knight said hastily, her charming smile softening, her eyes seductive, and her voice softening a little. "Is this all you want to punish me? Military pay or position are not important. I just want to beg for your punishment, Master..."

Hearing her charming voice, Durenna's face suddenly darkened for some reason, Viliye rolled her eyes, and Poison Peony gave a bitter smile.

"Ahem!" Durenna coughed violently, her face darkening. She strode over to Berea's side. The female knight's charming, almost melting expression faded, and she looked at her warily. But Durenna simply reached out and closed the curtains behind her, gritting her teeth and saying, "Be careful not to be seen."

Berea then came to her senses. It turned out that behind them was the window of the study, and they could directly see the church priests coming and going in the atrium.

But for some reason, this only made her more excited.

In the Holy City of the Church of Light in the West, in the great cathedral nestled in the arms of an angel statue, in that most sacred place favored by the Goddess of Light, a group of succubi were holding a meeting! They were holding a meeting right under the noses of the priests, the priests, and the nuns, yet they knew nothing about it!

Ahhh, this is... this is blasphemous and wonderful, this is... wonderful...

Berea's breathing gradually became heavier. Salares smiled slightly and pulled the curtain on the other side.

"Okay, let's get down to business." She coughed lightly and gestured to Du Mudan. "Let me introduce you to this person. This is Du Mudan, a former cultist of the Nightmare Cult, and now one of us. I appoint her as my pharmacist to atone for her past sins."

"What! It's the bad guy from back then!"

"What—it's you!"

Isadore and Berea screamed, while Poison Peony smiled bitterly, not knowing for a moment how to face her "compatriots".

"Berea." Salare frowned and the female knight quickly retracted her fierce gaze from staring at Du Mudan and turned around, "Yes, Master, I know I was wrong..."