Succubus cannot be a saint

Finally, when Igeria also walked forward, Irenne could no longer hold on. Her knees suddenly loosened and she knelt on the ground with a bang, tears and tears flowed down like a dam breaking.

Suddenly, the scene before her darkened, and when she looked up, she saw the figure of Salares in her tear-filled eyes. Gazing at the succubus before her, the usually strong and fierce Head Sister now sobbed helplessly, wiping away tears like a little girl.

And when the succubus Igeria came to her, Irene cried even harder.

"I... I give up... I am willing to become a succubus... I also want that dream to become a reality... I can't go back to my previous life, I can't live without her anymore... I give up, please, assimilate me into a succubus too..."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 261: Cradle of Joy (4k)

"You see, this is why I want you to make the 'Succubus Cradle'..."

In the prayer hall of the cathedral at night, with the magic power in her body completely drained, the exhausted Willie slumped in her wheelchair. When she heard Sallelei's voice, she gave her a hateful look.

In front of them were more than a hundred combat nuns wearing only nightgowns.

These nuns had just woken up from their dreams, and the passion in their bodies had not yet cooled. They looked at their Saint with piety and reverence, hoping to be transformed into a more wonderful new form.

Those succubi that have been reborn, after experiencing the beauty of their new forms with surprise, have become close to their companions and enjoyed the colorful experience brought by their keen senses.

In this "happy" atmosphere, only Salleh and her group were miserable.

In order to transform these battle nuns, she even called Durenna and Isadore over, but still could not fill the magic gap required for the transformation.

It is true that the number of desires of the battle sisters is generally around eighty, but they are outnumbered.

Moreover, most combat nuns are ordinary people, not extraordinary people. Even if they become succubi, they need time to get used to operating magic power and cannot join the energy supply ranks immediately.

Therefore, the only ones who can be used as "human batteries" are Salaret, Villie and others, and a few extraordinary warriors such as Irenne.

Time passed minute by minute, Isadore and Velie had already collapsed into a ball, Berea and Durenna were also panting, and the only one who could still hold on was Salare, who had abundant magical power.

But even so, the magic power she gained when assimilating the new succubus was far less than the magic power she consumed. As a result, she was almost out of strength.

After transforming more than fifty succubi, the exhausted Sharlelei had to announce the end of the transformation tonight.

"Don't worry, my sisters. I promise that each of you can be transformed. So please don't be impatient..."

Although she was so tired that she just wanted to lie down on the bed, but facing the nuns who were looking at her devoutly, Sharlene still pulled herself together. Her voice was transmitted throughout the hall through the amplification magic, and was then firmly sealed by the soundproof barrier outside the chapel.

Sallelei paused for a moment, staring at the crowd in front of her. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind, and she smiled.

"Rejoice, sisters. Our ceremony has been completed this night. I hereby declare it to be named 'Cradle of Joy'. It will become our sacred ritual for assimilating new companions, enjoying joy, and spreading our faith..."

Invisible ripples of the mind spread in the air. As Salares spoke, both the nuns who were still human and the succubi who had just been transformed showed pious and joyful smiles.

The flames in their bodies that had not yet cooled down became hot again under the teasing of this soft and sweet voice...

"Go, my sisters, spread our sacred teachings to those ignorant girls. Use your new 'weapons' to capture their hearts and grant them sacred knowledge and blessings. Then, when the time is right, bring them here to complete their final sublimation and evolution in the ceremony..."

At this moment, if there were outsiders present, they would see this extremely distorted and confused scene - under the statue of the goddess, there was a beautiful succubus with black wings.

Her voice was sometimes low and gentle, sometimes high and passionate, and kneeling in front of her were nuns with rosy cheeks and pious expressions.

"But remember, my sisters, you must keep this secret. Never speak of our ritual in public. Not only you must keep it secret, but your girls must keep it secret as well... and never let anyone who cannot understand pleasure know about it."

"Let us meet in the unknown darkness of the night. May we all be honest with our own desires and find a balance between reason and desire..."

As the last words faded into the air, Sharlene gently lowered her eyes and clasped her hands in front of her chest, like a saint who had finished his sermon.

After a moment's silence, charming cheers rang out in the chapel. Amid the nuns' devout, joyful cheers and tears, a strange feeling quietly rose in Salleh's heart.

After adding more than fifty followers, the number of places for the "Gift of the Succubus Queen" finally increased from four to five.

——Although I feel a little sorry for Villie, I'll stick to my previous plan and give this spot to Berea. I'll find a way to compensate her later.

..............................

After confirming the time and location for the next "Cradle of Joy," Sharlene instructed the nuns to keep the secret, hide their tails and horns, and quietly depart. Soon, only Villier, the other succubi, and the transformed Irenne remained by her side.

After being assimilated into a succubus, Irenne's head gained a pair of bull-like horns. After witnessing and listening to Salare's "sermon," a flush of excitement still lingered on her cheeks, but her eyes had completely dimmed, and her expression was somewhat gloomy.

The head nun, who was once strong and resolute, like a sharp sword, now looked like broken porcelain that could never be put together again, with only the darkness of self-abandonment in her eyes.

"Lady Saint..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "Can I... ask a question? Everything you said before... everything you did, were they all lies? Just lies told to make us submit...? Did the Archbishop... really commit those crimes?"

Faced with the final question from the Battle Sister, Sharlely just smiled.

It would be easy to crush the last of the Head Sister's will and resistance, but... that wouldn't be fun, would it?

What she wants is a succubus who fully accepts her desires, actively embraces and indulges in pleasure, and at the same time sticks to her beliefs and ideals, not a doll that has fallen to the point of having dull eyes.

"Of course it's true that I want to corrupt you." Sharlele's eyes flickered as she chuckled softly. Irenne shuddered at the words, but then Sharlele's next words made her eyes widen.

"—But my desire to save Field from the cult rebels is true. The crimes committed by the Archbishop are also true. Why can't they both be true? Just like... why can't you embrace your own desires and still fight for the Holy Light?"

Irenne raised her head, and the girl's bright smile suddenly caught her eyes. And those casual words made her heart tremble.

Embrace desire and fight for the holy light?

"Think about it carefully, Irenne. What exactly does the Archbishop's actions against the Black Wing Society mean? I think this is the best evidence to prove his guilt. Moise is also in prison now. You can interrogate him at any time. I won't stop you."

Salares stared at her with a half-smile, and Irenne's body trembled. Those gentle purple eyes seemed to burn her, causing her to lower her head involuntarily. Her mind was blank, and her heart was in chaos.

Countless chaotic thoughts were swirling in her mind. For a moment, she felt relieved because of the facts that Salares said. For another moment, she felt anxious because she had violated the commandments.

She had lived under the church's rules and regulations since she was a child. Even the slightest deviation would bring severe punishment. She was like a grasshopper trapped in a glass, no longer knowing how to escape this transparent barrier.

"But...how can I...embrace desire and at the same time...believe in the Holy Light?"

"Oh, this is truly bizarre." Salaret approached her, gently scooped up a strand of her jet-black hair, and blew softly into her ear. "You believe in the Holy Light, in the Goddess of Light. What does that have to do with the church's commandments? Where in the Goddess of Light's most authentic teachings does it mention suppressing your desires?"

Irene felt her throat clench, speechless for a moment. Sharole spun gracefully beside her, watched by those smiling purple eyes. The wonderful feeling from her dream seemed to return to Irene, making her heart beat faster and faster.

"Tell me, Irenne—is it the Holy Light or those inexplicable commandments that you believe in?"

A silent crackling sound echoed through the head nun's heart. For a moment, she thought she heard the transparent sky above her head crack open.

"I understand your concerns, Sister Head!"

But before Irennie could answer, a pair of soft hands held hers tightly. She looked up and saw the famous Holy Bow Knight Berea standing in front of her.

Even now, Irennie couldn't quite believe that this paladin had actually fallen into a succubus, but the facts were there, and she couldn't help but believe it. Moreover, even she herself had become a succubus, which made her heart involuntarily surge with a strange sense of self-mockery.

Berea was only wearing a silk nightgown at the moment, and her curvy body curves were faintly visible under the translucent nightgown. She was so beautiful that even Irennie, who was of the same sex, couldn't help but feel dry mouth and his heart was shaken.

Although Berea was wearing such a sexy outfit, her expression was extremely sincere and serious, as if she was still the holy knight who had not yet fallen.

Looking at her face, Irenne couldn't imagine that just a short while ago, this woman's face was filled with a cruel and sadistic smile. While suppressing him, she ordered him to kneel before her "master" in a cold voice that he had never heard before...

"Lady Saint... everything my master said is true. Even though I became a succubus, the Holy Light did not reject me, and the goddess did not abandon me."

Bereya whispered softly. She held Irenne's hand against her chest, her crimson eyes sparkling. "Everything I do is based on my knight's oath. There is absolutely no falsehood. Can you believe me? After becoming a succubus, I am still the same person... I am just more honest and frank with my heart..."

"You..." Irennie didn't dare look at her face filled with a sincere smile, and his eyes swept over the collar around her neck. "Is this... also due to a knight's oath?"

Berea was slightly startled, and then a strange charm appeared in her smile.

"Ah... If you think so, then there is no problem at all!" The Succubus Knight's voice suddenly became high-pitched. She eagerly held Irenne's hands and put them close to her ears.

"As a knight, I have pledged my allegiance to the Master, and as 'Berea', I have also given my all to the Master. The moment I knelt, I felt the joy of surrendering my whole being to the Master... Come, Sister Irenne, kneel before the Master. I promise you will experience the immense joy of submission... Come, kneel..."

A sweet and evil smile like poisoned honey flowed across the female knight's face. At this moment, she no longer looked her usual resolute and holy self. Her gentle breath swept past Irennie's ears.

The head nun was breathing rapidly, her mind confused by Berea's whispers, and she stared blankly at the girl in front of her.

In her vision blurred by the water light, Sharlene reached out and lifted her chin.

"Let me ask you, Irenne. Do you enjoy that feeling? Embracing desire, savoring the feeling of pleasure."

"Like...Like..." Irene's heart was shaking, and she murmured in a trance.

"I can continue to fight for justice and the Holy Light, but I can also experience pleasure without being bound by rules. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes... yes..." Irenne whispered to herself, the smile on her face gradually fading.

"Then, are you willing to bring this sacred knowledge to other girls so that they can also be sublimated?"

"I - I do!" The words almost burst out of her mouth, Irennie's cheeks flushed, and her whole body trembled with ecstasy.

"So what should you say to me now?"

The moment she heard these words, with a thud, Irene's body involuntarily knelt in front of Sharlele without any brain command.

As she knelt on her knees, the head nun's body began to tremble violently. Just as Berea had said, the joy of giving everything to her captivated her, making her feel as if she were floating in the clouds.

"Thank you, my master. Thank you for making me understand how foolish those rules were and how happy I am now... I wish to spread your gospel, allowing more people to accept your great assimilation and experience the joy of being a succubus..."

The former Head Sister of Battle, now a Succubus, spoke in a soft, trembling voice. Beneath her neatly cropped black hair, her emerald eyes had regained their former resolute glow.

...However, there was a strange hint of evil and enchantment in those resolute eyes.

In this way, the first "Cradle of Joy" ceremony came to an end, and all members of the Battle Sisters fell into the control of Sharlele, and all became her followers, and... believers.

During the routine prayers within the convent, the nuns not only recited the prayers to the Goddess of Light, but also spontaneously offered devout prayers to Sharlene.

Needless to say, after praying, these succubus nuns would naturally exchange their experiences of faith in a close and friendly manner.

Even in public prayers, they would silently recite the name of Charlotte in their hearts and offer their prayers to her.

At the same time, after listening to the Saint's "sermon" that night, these newly born succubi began to spontaneously organize themselves, searching for "prey" to recruit into the cult among the priests, knights, and ordinary nuns in the cathedral...

A succubus "cult" that worships Sharlele was thus established in the holy city in the west.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 262: Angeldale's Little Thoughts

The next day, Sharlele summoned Isadore, Irenne who had turned into a succubus, and the higher-ups of the Battle Sisters, and briefly arranged all matters related to her "cult", including the composition of the sect and its basic doctrines.

Since this secret sect is mainly aimed at the nuns of the Order of the Light, its doctrine is centered around "liberating desires," "facing oneself frankly," and "breaking useless rules." It teaches the nuns how to love others and themselves, and there are some specific practical guides at the back of the doctrine book.

Although she had tried it out with Igeria, Irene's face still turned red when she heard Sharlele narrate this part, and Isadore looked at her with some resentment.

Beyond that, there were things to be aware of when seducing a target, criteria for selecting "qualified individuals," and most importantly, confidentiality measures. Any believer drawn into the sect was subject to strict and thorough seduction to ensure they wouldn't reveal the secret.

After arranging these basic matters, Sharlele felt deeply that the number of succubi under her command, especially high-level succubi, was still not enough.

In her plan, a high-level succubus would be stationed in the church of every major city in the Western Territory, responsible for the transformation of succubi in the surrounding area, holding the "Cradle of Joy" mass, and then selecting qualified candidates during the ceremony.

But food must be eaten slowly, and corruption must come gradually. Now that the Archbishop has fallen, and two of the three armed forces of the Cathedral are completely controlled by Salares, it is only a matter of time before the priests led by Whitham are completely corrupted.

Through the succubus's enchantment, the killing of the archbishop's accomplices as a warning to others, and the promise of power and benefits, Sharlele completely controlled the deacons of the temple who knew the truth about the archbishop, ensuring that they would not leak the secret.

As for those ordinary nuns, they will become perfect prey for the newly born succubi.

Then, there were only two things left to do. The first was to stabilize the nobles and celebrities in Field City, and the second was to control the Field Magicians Association.

After Isadore and the others left, there was a gentle knock on the study door. Salare said, "Come in," and the door creaked open, and Angelelle walked in.

After the door closed, Angeldale looked back strangely at the smiling battle nuns standing guard outside the door.

For some reason, she had suddenly felt that these battle nuns were different from before. She couldn't pinpoint the difference, but she could only sense a faint familiar aura.

...It must be an illusion. There aren't that many women in this world who share the same hobbies as me.

"Good afternoon, Miss Angeldale." Salarei calmly put down the pen in her hand and gestured for her to sit down. "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, I just wonder if I have the honor to invite Her Majesty the Saint to have afternoon tea... or... to help you solve your problems?" Angeldale smiled and stared at the girl in front of her calmly, hoping to see some of her past self in her.

But unfortunately, Angeldale failed.

The girl sitting behind the desk was dignified and steady. Apart from her identical appearance, she had almost no resemblance to the girl in her memory who had no aristocratic airs.

As Angeldel looked at Salare, Salare was also looking at her and the "?100" shining above her head.

As smart as she was, she could naturally guess that Angeldel approached her probably because of that "previous relationship".

As a time traveler who has integrated the emotions and memories of "Salele Delavé", Salele's emotions towards this girl are also quite complicated.

Sharlele inherited the identity, emotions and memories of "Shalele Delavie", and naturally she was prepared to live with this identity, instead of cutting off everything about this young lady from herself and kicking it away.

It was precisely because of this that she was momentarily unsure how to face Angeldale. While it couldn't be said that the current Salarei was completely unrelated to the previous "Salarei Dravi", they were definitely not the same person.

But then again, even if that playful time travel hadn't happened, what kind of feelings would the original "Sallelei Delavie" have towards Angeldel after being rescued from the drowning? How would she have treated Angeldel after experiencing all this?

You know, it’s not only soul travel that can turn a person into another person.

Furthermore, Angeldale's identity was quite complicated. Besides her own entanglement, she was also the only daughter of the Duke of the North and the fiancé of the Kingdom's Second Prince...

Until she was sure of her intentions, Sharlele had no intention of revealing her true identity to her.

"Since Miss Angeldale has said so, I shall be grateful for your help..." Sharlelei smiled politely and thought for a moment. "Could you please help me take care of... those nobles and celebrities in Field City?"

"Of course, in the name of the Archbishop. Let's just say... the Archbishop will be clearing out the Black Wing Society throughout the Western Territory in the name of the Goddess, so he won't have much time to attend the banquet. Also, I'll soon be taking up the position of Guardian of the Scroll of the Cathedral..."

Angeldel blinked, thought for a moment, and gradually understood her intention.