Succubus cannot be a saint

There are definitely people in Field City colluding with Black Wing, and it's definitely not just the Archbishop. Even if not all of the nobles are involved, most of them are.

Release of the news that "the Archbishop wants to wipe out the Black Wing Society" is equivalent to telling those nobles: The Church of Light is going to take action against the Black Wing Society, and the Archbishop is hinting that they should withdraw quickly.

In this way, it was natural that the Archbishop would not appear in social circles afterwards.

As for Sharlelei's appointment as the Scroll Guardian Saint, it means that this Saint Lady will gradually fade out of the political circles of the Western Territory.

But has she really withdrawn from politics? Quite the contrary. She will remain hidden behind the "Archbishop", secretly controlling the situation in the entire Western Territory.

After gaining power, she did not publicly announce the Archbishop's crimes and then replace him. Instead, she created the illusion that the Archbishop was still in office, tightly locked up the news, and even chose to hide and lie dormant...

Is this Saint Lady really the girl I knew before?

After figuring out the key points, Angeldel's heart couldn't help but shudder, and a trace of horror, fear, and confusion flashed through her mind.

But then, she began to ponder silently. As the Saint's accomplice in bringing down the Archbishop, she was currently considered her ally, but she also had the sensitive identity of being the only daughter of the Duke of the North.

How would this Saint handle her relationship with the Duke of the North? She undoubtedly didn't want the Duke of the North to know about the Archbishop's affairs. In other words, the Saint would likely offer a tempting price in exchange for her keeping the secret...

Angeldel's thoughts raced, but a subtle smile still graced her bright and beautiful face. "It is my honor to share your worries, Saint Lady. However... after completing this mission, may I ask for a reward from you?"

Salares smiled slightly, "Isn't one night alone enough, Miss Angeldale?"

"Not enough! No amount of nights alone is enough!"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 263: Letter from the Duke of the North

Looking at that familiar smile and listening to those words with a hint of mystery, Angeldale almost blurted out those words!

But she finally held it back and didn't say it out loud, her plump and towering breasts heaving slightly due to her rapid breathing. She spent a lot of effort to maintain the fake smile on her face.

"You're joking, Saint. I just wanted to be closer to you..." She gently walked to the table, bent down, placed her small white hand on the table, and stroked it three times with her index finger. As she moved, the deep, white cleavage in her low-cut dress trembled slightly.

"So, can you give me the room next to your bedroom as a reward, Saint?"

She drew her index finger three times—that was the code Angeldale and Sharlele had agreed upon in the past, meaning "sneak out at night." She wanted to see how the Saint would react to this little signal.

Angeldel's eyes were fixed on Sharlele's face, not daring to even blink, for fear of missing the slightest change in her expression.

Finally—those beautiful, slender eyebrows trembled, and her purple eyes fell on her fingers. Did she see it? Did she see it? Would she have any special reaction? Angeldel's heart suddenly rose, almost bursting from her chest—

Dong, Dong, Dong—"Lady Saint?"

But at this moment, there was that damn, hellish knock on the door!

The gentle gaze immediately shifted from her hand. Angeldale stood there, trembling all over. A sharp rage suddenly burned through her chest, and she wanted only to turn around and stab the person knocking on the door with a dagger!

"Come in."

But when Angeldel turned around and looked at the battle nun who pushed the door open, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Saint Lady, here are your letters." The battle sister respectfully handed the two letters to Sharlelei and left. Sharlelei opened the letters with a calm expression, as if Angeldale's hint had never occurred.

The first letter was from Ophelin. She reported on the current situation of the two towns and also reported that some spies of the archbishop had sneaked into the towns. However, under the double screening of the identity registration system and the succubus's charm, their true colors were soon exposed. After being brainwashed by the succubus, they had obtained certificates and started working.

After reading the letter, Sharlene couldn't help laughing out loud, which made Angeldel's heart tremble. She stared at her smiling face in a daze.

The second letter was written to the Archbishop.

Seeing the wax seal on the envelope, Sharlelei raised her eyebrows, while Angeldel's face turned pale instantly!

——Because, that was the personal seal of the Duke of the North.

Sharlele glanced at Angeldel's pale and frightened face and was greatly surprised.

Just seeing the letter from her father had caused the usually expressionless Angeldale to react with such shock. What kind of person was Duke Iharion of the North? What was in this letter?

Thinking back carefully, Sharlele Delave didn't have much memory of the Northern Duke. In her mind, Duke Iharin, like Duke Delave, was a man of dignity and composure, possessing a commanding presence without anger. And Angeldel had never mentioned anything about her father.

Sharlelei was surprised, but she calmly put the letter down. "Miss Angeldale, are you okay? Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

"No... no need, Lady Saint. I'm just curious... what exactly was written in my father's letter." Angeldel forced a smile, but her heart slowly sank to the bottom of the abyss.

——He’s coming, he’s coming as expected, he’s going to send someone to take me back! Back to that cage where there’s no freedom!

Shalelei shook her head, stood up, and called the Battle Sister outside to bring Angeldel a cup of hot tea. She then helped the noble lady, who was trembling, to sit on the soft sofa.

The moment she was embraced by Salares' arms, Angeldel could no longer bear it. Her snow-white face turned a strange crimson, her legs softened, and her whole body lost strength, hanging on Salares.

"Ms. Angeldale?"

Salare called softly. Angeldel looked up at the curve of her jaw and was suddenly speechless. Her heart was filled with confusion, sadness, fear, and sweetness.

At that moment, she seemed to have really returned to that unforgettable month in the past, but every time she thought of the letter on Sharlene's desk, her heart suddenly felt so frightened that it seemed like it was about to explode.

Staring into those purple eyes filled with worry, Angeldale wanted to grab her and never let her go.

Soon, the door creaked open, and the Battle Sister walked in, carrying a cup of hot tea. Angeldale shuddered and quickly let go of Salares' arms.

But even so, the postures of the two at this moment were a little wrong.

Angeldel lay reclining on the sofa, her skirt disheveled, clutching Sharlele's arms tightly. The Saint of the Western Territory bent over her, her long, flaxen hair cascading down over the girl's fair chest. Her breasts, lifted high by the pure white fabric, pressed just in front of Angeldelle...

"……cough!"

Sharlelei coughed lightly, stood up at the Battle Sister's strange smile, took the teacup and handed it to Angeldel, then returned to the table, picked up the letter and read it through.

"Saint... Your Excellency." Following the soft sound of tea, Angeldale placed the teacup on the coffee table, trembling, and whispered, "What did my father...say?"

"I'm so sorry, Miss Angeldel..." Salares sighed softly, and Angeldel's face turned increasingly pale. "The Duke said that several small-scale cult rebellions have occurred in the North. His Excellency is busy suppressing them, so he hopes the Archbishop can take you in and let you stay in the Cathedral for a while..."

Angeldel sat there in a daze, unable to believe what she had heard for a long time.

I can stay here any longer. I can stay here any longer? After a brief moment of trance, a magma-like joy suddenly burst out from the depths of her heart, burning her cheeks a flush. Angeldel suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, but looking at Sharlelei's figure, her laughter dissipated in her aching heart before it could even come out.

After a moment of trance and dizziness, she finally found herself again.

"So that's how it is. Doesn't that mean I can continue to share Her Majesty the Saint's worries?" Angeldel smiled softly—it took so much effort for her to force such a light and calm smile onto her face.

If, if it was a different occasion, if... the person in front of her was not the Saint from the Western Territory, but the girl she was familiar with, she would definitely rush over without hesitation, hug her, jump around, cry and laugh.

but……

Facing the white monastic robe and the dignified and gentle smile, she couldn't do that.

"That's true." Salares put down the letter. "Then I will soon hold a small banquet in the name of the Archbishop to entertain those nobles and celebrities. I'll ask Miss Angeldale to represent me then."

As she spoke, she paused and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

"I will remember the reward I promised you, so don't worry."

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

As she watched Angeldel leave, Sharlelei's gaze fell on the untouched cup of hot tea.

After pondering for a moment, she took out a piece of paper and a pen and began to think.

In fact, in addition to asking Angeldel to stay in the cathedral for a while longer, the Duke of the North also asked the Archbishop about the recent situation of this "God's Chosen Saint". His intention was obvious: he wanted to know how powerful this saint was and what his political stance was.

After pondering for a moment, Sharlele decided to write a reply letter, telling the Duke of the North in the voice of the Archbishop that the Saint Lady was devout in her faith and had no interest in the power struggle in the West.

After preparing her reply, she took out the communication mirror.

After that, it was time to take action against the Field Magicians Guild. This was her first step in establishing the Rune Craftsmen Guild and developing the magic industry. It was also her first step in impacting the entire traditional magic world.

And this step still requires the assistance of Wei Liye...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 264: Erosion of the Magician Association

At this moment, Wei Liye was in a bad mood.

Because yesterday afternoon, her Lady Saint sent her a message using the communication mirror, asking her to come to her bedroom in the evening.

Ha, I won't be fooled this time, the little witch thought bitterly. The first time I put on my stockings and went to your place trembling with fear, you ended up making demands on me. The second time I learned my lesson and went to your place with a large stack of information, but you took me to see the nuns in a meeting.

The third time you asked me to go to your bedroom at night, this time, this time...

This time I brought my stockings and research materials!

This time, when Violet arrived at Shalelei's room as promised, the first thing she saw was a stack of research materials in her room. Somehow, Violet breathed a sigh of relief, yet also felt a sense of inexplicable loss.

Let’s talk about research...

The succubus mage sat in her wheelchair, took a deep breath, and placed her hands on her knees. Her legs, wrapped in white over-the-knee stockings, were restlessly crossed beneath her silk nightgown. But the moment she saw Salares sitting at the table, she felt a strange warmth rising from her toes all the way up her thighs.

Not long ago, the feeling of this hateful woman kneading her legs was still vividly imprinted on her skin, and when Willie really saw that she was looking for her to discuss research issues, she felt a sense of loss inexplicably in her heart.

She turned her head and didn't see Isadore in the bedroom, so she breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little confused.

"Isadore went to Angeldel's place. They seem to have a good relationship recently." Salale said casually. She was not worried about what Angeldel would do to Isadore. After all, Angeldel was currently her "accomplice" and ally.

"...I don't like that woman. The way she approaches you is too deliberate, as if she has other intentions." Velie frowned slightly and said coldly.

Was there something else going on? Probably. Shailelei couldn't help but laugh. She knew Angeldel had been trying to "rekindle their past relationship" with her, but unfortunately, she was no longer the crazy daughter she once was.

What Angeldale was chasing was destined to be just an illusion that would never come back.

Without waiting for Sharlelei to answer, Willie came to her side in her wheelchair and said bitterly: "But she is useful to you, right? Humph, anyway, I only focus on researching my own things. If she poisons you or something, I don't care..."

Salile couldn't help but laugh. Willie raised her eyebrows and said, "Tell me, what's the matter with you calling me here?"

"I plan to take action against the Field Magicians Association and carry out a thorough reform of it." Sharlelei smiled and pushed a stack of papers in front of her. "Also, I want to discuss something with you. Do you have all of Lady Philanthia's research materials?"

"Yes, I am." Willie took the papers. "But Mother Philanya's research direction is completely different from Mother Gelley's. Her notes are abstruse and difficult to understand. I can't read them either, so I can only leave them there to gather dust. What do you want to do...hmm?"

But as she read on, she cried out in surprise.

"Rune Craftsmen's Guild, 'Waste Stone' Excavation Project, Spell Archive Establishment Project, Public Research Group Project, 'Research Bounty'... t-all these things... what on earth are you planning to do?"

Looking at the elf witch's pretty face full of doubt and confusion, Sharlele smiled slightly, her face flickering in the flickering candlelight.

"Do you remember what happened before? After you came to the Guild, those mages finally understood how to cooperate and how to 'share'. But this is not enough, Velie, far from enough. What I need is for them to form a whole and change their current situation of being wary of each other."

"I will unite all the mages of the Western Territory, breaking down the barriers to communication between them, and bringing them all to the 'Magic Academy' I will establish. By then, the knowledge of spells will be stored in archives, and anyone who meets the requirements will be able to borrow, view, and learn."

"Furthermore, I want to allow those 'waste stones'...those who have the ability to control magic but lack magical power, or those who have magical power but cannot control it, to be able to access and learn magic."

Sharlelei gazed intensely into the little witch's heterochromatic eyes and spoke word by word, "These Western wizards will become the cornerstone of magical industrial research and the first researchers of my kingdom. And you, my Velie, will be their leader."

"Unifying... the mages of the Western Territory..." Velie murmured, feeling dizzy. Those purple eyes, half-smiling, suddenly filled her mind, making her breath difficult and her mind in a turmoil. "Your kingdom..."

"Yes, my kingdom... our kingdom of succubi..." Sharlele smiled sweetly, stood up, grabbed the comb on the table, walked around behind Velie, and brushed her fingertips over her horns, ears, and hair. "So, I'm going to prepare a banquet for them. Will you attend the banquet, my Velie?"

A soft breath blew against the elf girl's ear, and her whole body tensed. The words "My Willie" echoed over and over in her mind. She clenched the paper in her hand, feeling neither to cry nor to laugh, but inexplicably, she was fascinated by the description.

In the future promised by the succubus, those "waste stones", those who were once like herself, will also have the opportunity to learn magic. They can stand shoulder to shoulder with real wizards and study and work together.

Just thinking about this scene, she felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart.

If that were the case, then no one would be like Mother Gray, ostracized and pushed to a remote place by her mentors and colleagues...

"correct."

In this hazy ecstasy stained with tears, the little succubus in the wheelchair suddenly felt a comb inserted into her hair, and the woman behind her laughed softly.

"Since this is a banquet, we have to mix some 'good stuff' into the drinks of these wizards."

"You're going to give them that... 'Succubus Fluid'?" Willie was startled, then her cheeks flushed and she couldn't speak clearly. "Won't they...won't they find out?"

"Don't worry, I'll control the dosage. Besides, they're not wary of me, so it won't be that easy for them to find out." Sharlene stroked the girl's soft, smooth hair and playfully blew on her pointed ear. "So, is it a deal?"

"I, I know!" Willie's ears suddenly turned red. She quickly shook her head to drive away the hateful woman. "Just leave it to me! I will do this well!"

"Really? Then I'll wait and see. My... little North Star."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 265: This Drink Has a Special Taste

A few days later, in the banquet hall of the cathedral.

Under the illumination of bright magic lights, sumptuous meals were laid out on the long tables. Maids carrying drinks and snacks moved between the tables and chairs, while magicians in long robes chatted softly to the melodious music.

The magicians of the association were all confused at this moment. None of them knew why the Saint Lady suddenly wanted to hold a banquet to entertain them. However, no one dared to miss the invitation of the Saint.

"What! Little Tia isn't here? Then why am I here?!"

A loud, cracked gong-like voice suddenly erupted from the center of the banquet hall. A tall, thin, bamboo-like old man in a black robe stood there, puffing his beard and glaring at a middle-aged mage in front of him.

"Teacher... Oh, Teacher!" If Sharlelei were here, she would definitely recognize this middle-aged man as one of the two talkative mages who participated in the Archbishop's banquet. "Please wait patiently! Lady Saint and Miss Vera Valindiya will be here soon!"

"Wait for a minute! What am I doing here? Huh? Eating pig food and drinking horse urine? Do you know how precious my time is?" The president of the Field Magicians Association, the old wizard Wei An, waved his hands, staring with a pair of strange eyes and yelled, "I still need research! Researching my 'Staff of All Wands'... Delaying this great invention, can you bear the responsibility?"

"Your invention..." The middle-aged wizard hesitated to speak, thinking that this invention of yours has injured me many times, but facing his mentor, he could only put on a smile.