Succubus cannot be a saint

"Villier..." Salerle turned to look at the little witch who had been silent from the beginning, "Have you achieved any results in your research at the Magician's Association?"

"Hmph..." Willie raised her eyebrows habitually, but glanced at Isadore lying in Sharlele's arms and Berea beside her, pursed her lips, and said coldly:

"There are still some. Those mages aren't all fools, and their research is still valuable. The president of the association, Wei An, believes that this problem can be solved using mathematical methods. We are now trying to come up with a solution..."

"Stop!" Sharlelei raised her hand, interrupting the little witch's long speech on math problems. "So, these wizards are also researching the coexistence of multiple spells, and they've achieved some results, right? That's good."

Perhaps because she was interrupted, a faint blush of anger stained Willie's fair cheeks. She said dryly, "That's true, but I've noticed that they don't seem to be used to 'sharing'... They're two people working in the same association, but they use two different symbol systems to record magic..."

Salarei was not surprised by this.

In this world, mages work in small groups of master and apprentice, dependent on the support of the nobility. The combination of their small numbers, the intrigues of the nobility, and the numerous catastrophes that have disrupted the transmission of knowledge has led to a world where mages are wary of stealing each other's skills and rarely communicate.

The so-called association is nothing more than a place where some mages gather to trade personal connections and resources. Even if they communicate, they only exchange some basic knowledge.

In this situation, even though "coexistence of multiple spells" is a common problem in the magic world, these wizards just fight on their own.

"When you asked me to publish all my research results, they were really shocked. They looked at me like I was stupid," Velie said sarcastically, then sighed. "At first, I didn't want to share either. But now I feel that someone has to take the lead. If no one takes the initiative to share, then those monkeys will never learn to collaborate on research."

Salares pursed her lips and smiled. That was indeed a harsh statement. Those mages weren't stubborn and uncooperative, nor were they as dumb as monkeys. They were simply bound by tradition and stereotypes.

But since it was her little black cat who said it, how could she refute it?

"It doesn't matter. From theory to technology, and from technology to mass production, every step is a huge mountain. Even if they master the theory and technology, they can't mass-produce like us. Willie, come to my room tonight. I have something to tell you..."

Hearing the words "Come to my room at night", Willie's pointed ears twitched, while the other succubi blinked.

"I know..." Velie muttered, blushing and lowering her head.

"There's one more thing." Shalelei took some letters from the Archbishop's desk and placed them on the table. "These are letters between the Archbishop and Duke Dravi. The Duke has put forward a proposal regarding the cult rebellion in the West..."

She smiled slightly and looked around at the succubi. "...This is a very beneficial proposal for us, the succubus clan."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 258: Taming the Tabby Cat

After the letter was passed around, the succubi all showed surprised expressions.

The cause of the incident can be traced back to the cult rebellion in the western border. After quelling the rebellion around his territory and dealing with all the controlled nobles, Duke Delaware exchanged information with the archbishop, the royal family, and the major churches.

What was finalized next was the "Draft Act on the Purification of Orders" attached to the letter.

This act would establish a new order, the "Order of the Cleansers," in the western regions that had been directly attacked by the cult.

The order is composed of clergy from the Alliance of the Seven True Gods. Its purpose is to provide religious counsel to the nobles of the Western Territory, to investigate potential cult spies in the various noble territories, and to prevent the occurrence of events such as the Second Battle of Field.

From the wording and tone of the correspondence, it was clear that Duke Delawi was somewhat opposed to this bill, as it would give the royal family and Holy Flame Castle an excuse to extend their influence into the western border.

But given the current situation, he really had no position to refuse. The incident in the Western Territory had become too serious, and he had no choice but to compromise. Although it was not written in the letter, with the knowledge from the original young lady's memory, Sharlelei could also guess it -

If Duke Delawi wanted to use the rebellion in the western border as an excuse to completely replace the infiltrated nobles around Field with those in his own interest, he would have to agree to the Purification Order's request. Otherwise, the royal family would definitely interfere.

Therefore, to some extent, this is also an exchange of interests and mutual compromise between the Duke of the West and the royal family.

"In other words, do we have to send a lot of nuns to the territories of those nobles?"

When faced with serious matters, even Isadore restrained her mischievous nature, climbed down from Salares, read the letter carefully, and frowned.

"Yes." Sharlelei smiled slightly. "This is a perfect opportunity, isn't it? The nobles of the Western Territory have opened their doors wide to welcome us succubi... How could we refuse to enter?"

After hearing this, the succubi looked at each other. Durenna and Berea gradually revealed evil yet delighted smiles on their faces. Poison Peony looked solemn, while Viliye's expression did not change much.

Just as Sallelei said, the "Draft Act of the Purification Order" put forward several proposals, one of which was to "station special clergy in various noble territories in the western border to thoroughly investigate the intrusion of cults."

If this bill can be implemented, the succubus nuns will be able to invade the noble territories in the west openly and let corruption flourish everywhere.

"But the only bad news is..." Sharlelei looked at her followers with a half-smile, "We may not have that many succubi."

Everyone fell silent after these words were spoken. As Sharlelei had said, most of her succubi were stationed in Greystone and Moonspring, managing the affairs of those two territories. As for the extra manpower available to be assigned to the various noble territories... there simply wasn't any.

"But the letter says that the meeting to draft the Order's bill is expected to be held in the Flower Moon, which is in May... So we still have at least two and a half months to... increase the population."

Sharlelei flexed her slender white fingers and gently flicked the letter paper, the corners of her lips curling up slightly. "You must work hard and add more compatriots, my... followers."

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The next afternoon, in the Archbishop's study... oh, now it should be said that it is the Saint's study.

The main desk was piled with various documents and reports. A girl in a pure white nun's uniform sat behind the desk. Her lavender eyes swept over the papers in her hands, and she suddenly frowned and sighed softly.

"I see, a Warcraft hybrid..."

After the Archbishop incident, she kept the tabby cat by her side as an informant to collect intelligence, and also asked her clerical nuns to collect some relevant information.

Soon, she got the report.

The so-called "Monster hybrids" are babies born to human couples who are born with animal characteristics.

The probability of this trait appearing is extremely low, not only is it completely random, but even the offspring of a Warcraft hybrid are not necessarily Warcraft hybrids. Therefore, as the tabby cat herself said, they are not enough to be called a "race".

In Sharlelei's opinion, this is more of a mutation than a "monster hybrid." Unfortunately, people still don't know the cause of this mutation, and simply attribute it to a curse or divine punishment.

Putting these aside, Warcraft hybrids do have some abilities beyond those of ordinary people. For example, the tabby cat has an extraordinary sense of smell and exceptionally agile skills.

The report also said that the number of Warcraft hybrids was extremely small, and due to the rejection and discrimination of ordinary people, many Warcraft hybrids who were regarded as "monsters" even joined the Dark Mother of Plenty Cult and became cultists.

"Hmm...Monster Hybrids...The Monster Mother Cult..."

Charlotte tapped the table with her slender fingertips, and at this moment the door of the room was suddenly knocked, and a nun walked in with a tabby cat.

After being carefully cleaned up by Isadore and washed with three large basins of black water, the tabby cat finally became much cleaner and revealed her original appearance.

After combing her messy short hair, the pair of furry cat ears finally appeared. The black and white maid outfit made the girl look particularly playful and cute, and the black cat tail under her skirt swayed restlessly.

Her slightly dark complexion was not due to the sun and wind, but to her bloodline. She looked lively, cunning and cute. Just standing there, she exuded an indescribable agility.

"Saint...Lady Saint, what do you want me to do?" It seemed that the tabby cat was not used to wearing such light clothes. He stood in front of Sharlele a little awkwardly, not even knowing where to put his hands.

"Your employer has summoned you here to assign you a task," said Sharlene with a smile, standing up and circling the tabby cat. She regarded the brown-skinned, cat-eared maid with satisfaction. The tabby cat felt uncomfortable under her gaze and shivered slightly.

For some reason, although the saint in front of her was smiling and gentle and kind, the tabby cat's almost wild animal instinct told her: this woman is scary.

"I remember you said you knew a lot about Field's gray industry?"

"Yes, yes!" The tabby cat was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Humph! Loan sharking, gambling dens, brothels, these filthy and filthy things, how could they be hidden from the ears of a tabby cat lady!"

Although she was wearing an elegant and cute maid outfit, the cat girl still spoke in an extremely vulgar tone, and Sharlene couldn't help but frown slightly.

"I'll have to work on your speech habits when I get a chance... But never mind, I'll give you a task." Sharlelei smiled faintly and reached out to touch the tabby cat's ears. The cat shuddered again, its entire body tensing, and it gritted its teeth as it accepted Sharlelei's touch.

"I need you to help me gather the pickpockets, thieves, and swindlers in the city, especially those who say one thing to one person and another to another."

"Ah? What do you want to do with them?" The tabby cat was startled. He looked at Shailelei with a vigilant look, and frowned fiercely. "You, you don't want to... want to..."

She didn't say anything else, but Salares knew what she was going to say. The tabby cat thought she was going to round up all these "old hands" and catch them all in one fell swoop.

"Don't worry, I don't want to arrest and execute them." She smiled softly, walked back to the desk, took out a bag of gold coins and placed it on the table. "I want them to work for me."

"You...you're going to steal the treasures of other nobles in the city?" The tabby cat's eyes flickered between Sallelei's face and the bag of gold coins, a mixture of surprise and suspicion. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out what Her Majesty the Saint wanted with these old gang members.

"You could say that." Sharlene drummed her fingers on the table, narrowing her eyes slightly. "I need some people who are quite familiar with the dark side of this city, the entire West, and the entire kingdom, and who also have a keen sense of smell. I want them to help me gather intelligence and spy on me... Do you understand?"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 259: The Nuns' Feast Before God (4k)

"You want to recruit us..." the tabby cat asked tentatively. Salares smiled and nodded. She thought for a moment and asked again, "...and not punish us?"

"That depends on what crime you have committed. Petty theft can be pardoned. Fraud can be redeemed with merit. Murder and robbery will be tried according to the law." Sharlelei said slowly. The tabby cat's expression changed, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief - fortunately, she was only at the level of a "petty theft".

"I... I can do it." After thinking for a moment, the tabby cat gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind. He looked directly into Sharlelei's eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I... I can do without reward, Saint, but, but... can you... can you promise me one thing?"

Does this silly girl really think she is qualified to negotiate with me?

Sharlelei remained calm on the surface, still smiling: "Go ahead."

"I, I know that the archbishop is not a good person, and those nobles in the city are all fucking bastards, but...but I can trust you, right? If you kill them, this city will be fine, right?"

The tabby cat stammered, his face filled with fear. "So, after I gather my 'old friends' here, can you please keep your word and let them go if you can? Even if you have to punish them...please be lenient...No! If you have to punish them, then punish them according to...according to the law, okay?"

She took a deep breath and looked like she was about to cry. "Those who steal property will be whipped five times... That's written in the code! Right? But, but...! When we were caught, the city guards didn't just whip us five times! They whipped us until they felt like it! I've seen many people thrown into prison for just stealing a few coppers, and they never came out again!"

"'Obey the law!' 'Obey the law!' The nuns who fed us soup said so, and so did those damned guards. But...but, if obeying the law means we can have a full stomach and survive, then we will obey it!"

Finally, tears could no longer be stopped from flowing out of the girl's eyes. She knelt on the ground and wailed loudly, "But we obey the law, what's the point of obeying the law! Those city guards, those damn nobles, do they obey the law? We, we have no choice but to survive like this, gathering in the stinking ditches to cheat and deceive, living like stray dogs, rats, and maggots...!"

By the end of her speech, she was sobbing and wiping the tears from her face. Listening to her sobbing, Sharlene couldn't help but feel soft in her heart and sighed secretly.

Yes, it would be great if we could survive by obeying the law.

"Come on, get up and wipe your tears. Your eyes are swollen from crying."

Amidst her sobs, the tabby cat suddenly felt a pair of gentle hands lifting her up, and a soft handkerchief wiping the tears from her face. She could not remember anyone treating her so gently, from childhood to adulthood. Her heart ached even more, and she cried even louder.

The owner of those hands didn't say much, but silently and gently wiped away her tears. The cat's crying slowly stopped, and suddenly she felt a heavy bag stuffed into her arms.

She looked down at the bag of gold coins, then raised her head with tears in her eyes and looked at the gentle face of the girl in front of her.

"I promise you, as long as they are willing to work for me, I will allow them to make amends and, at my discretion, pardon their crimes. Even if they cannot be pardoned, I will try them fairly according to the law and will never lynch them."

Salaret said softly, ruffling the tabby cat's hair and ears. "Also, I need you to do something. You're already my subordinate, right? I want you to spread this news through your underground channels."

"...Let him out?" The tabby cat was stunned.

"'A Warcraft hybrid is working under the Saint of the Western Territory'... I want you to spread this news as far and wide as possible, so that everyone knows that Warcraft hybrids can live in Field City like ordinary people."

"You want... you want to recruit Warcraft hybrids...?" The tabby cat was so shocked that he didn't even bother to wipe away his tears. His ears stood up.

"You're right. Why not? In my opinion, you are not monsters, but a group of people with special abilities..." Sharlelei smiled slightly, but the tabby cat's eyes became brighter and brighter after hearing this.

As a Warcraft hybrid, Tabby Cat has been subjected to the contempt and bullying of others since she was a child. But at the same time, she is also proud of her agility and extraordinary senses.

In her more than ten years of life, this was the first time someone called her a "capable person" instead of a "cat who can only run away"!

Suddenly, she felt sweet, happy, and excited. Suddenly, she felt like the whole world had become brighter. Not only was there someone willing to understand her and value her, but there was also someone willing to give her and her "dirty friends" a formal, well-established job!

Could it be... could it be that the gods had answered her prayers? The cat's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and in her mind, the image of Sharlene seemed to be enveloped in a bright glow.

As long as I follow this person, the future... the future will definitely be better, right?

"Go, my little kitty, and complete the task I gave you."

Seeing the desire number on the cat's head, which had turned into "?58", Sharlene smiled slightly and reached out to gently scratch her chin. The girl narrowed her eyes, seemingly enjoying it. As their skin touched, a pink "Gift of Blasphemy" mark appeared on the back of the cat's neck.

Soon, the tabby cat left in a daze, filled with joy. Sallelei returned to her seat, smiling silently.

The report clearly stated that due to their bestial characteristics, many Warcraft hybrids simply joined the Dark Mother of Plenty cult. After all, the deity worshipped by this cult, the "Mother of Monsters," was the ruler of all deformed monsters and Warcraft.

She had sent the tabby cat to spread the news specifically to lure the cult out. Given the cult's usual disposition, they wouldn't give up after she had eliminated the Black Goat Tentacles and thwarted the Dark Mother of Fertility's siege plan.

Therefore, after receiving the news, they will most likely send Warcraft hybrid cultists to Field City to find out what's going on.

But... once they fall into the hands of the succubus, they will have no choice.

What's more, Sharlelei was also very curious. Since elves can turn into succubi, can Warcraft hybrids do the same?

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Time passed day by day. Half a month had passed since the archbishop was arrested, and everything was moving in a positive direction.

——At least, that’s what Battle Sister Irenne thought.

One by one, those who were connected with the Black Wing Gang were investigated, tried, and imprisoned. One by one, the accounts with tricks were checked, and the amount of money embezzled was beyond her imagination.

The Archbishop alone amassed a fortune countless times greater than the Knights' military expenditures. And that was just cash. He held countless properties, even as far north as the East. Counting and recovering all this wealth would likely take at least six months or a year.

She still remembered the shock she felt when she accompanied the Saint to open the Archbishop's personal treasury and saw the mountains of gold coins and bars.

But soon, she thought of the beautiful, dignified and upright Saint Lady. In Irennie's mind, that lady was a true saint.

After the archbishop was exposed and imprisoned, she immediately led all the members of the Battle Sisters to pledge allegiance to the saint. Like the Knights Templar, they accepted her blessing and spared no effort to promote the purification decree she issued, requiring the nuns to bathe, wash their hands and cleanse their faces with clean water mixed with holy water every day.

But for some reason, in the past half month, Irennie was still troubled by those strange dreams.

To be precise, she could not remember most of the contents of the dream. She only remembered that she seemed to be drinking and having fun with her comrades, feasting and dancing together, throwing away all the rules and regulations and indulging herself.

In her dream, all she heard was the sweet laughter of women, and she felt as comfortable as if she were soaking in a hot spring. The wine in her dream was so mellow and sweet that it made her soul fly to the clouds again and again. The wonderful feeling would last for a long time even after she woke up before it slowly dissipated.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, the nun had gradually become accustomed to and even liked this wonderful feeling. After all, in her dreams, she could throw away her rules and satisfy her desires.

Sometimes, Irenne would notice that the nuns seemed closer than before. She once saw Elisa and Catherine, after returning from a mission, whispering in the shadows of the stairs. When she approached, they immediately separated.

Irenne also reported the "suspected misconduct of the nuns" to the Saint, but the Saint smiled kindly and told her that it was nothing and that it was all normal.

Since the Saint said it was normal, it should be okay, Irenne thought dazedly.

But what she didn't dare say was that even she herself would feel a strange feeling when she saw other nuns. It was as if she had just discovered their beauty. Those common figures would always inexplicably pluck her heartstrings and induce her deepest desires.