Succubus cannot be a saint

"As you command, Saint Lady."

The Battle Sister bowed slightly and left the room. Now, only four people remained in the study: Salarei, Isadore, Villie, and Angeldel.

Yesterday, the Field Magicians Association's Magic Archives were officially established, and a bulletin board listing research topics was placed in the lobby. Members of the association rushed to the archives.

Although the wizard was so reluctant to leak his research, he was extremely active in submitting the spells he had researched, earning points according to the calculation rules announced by Sharlele, without caring at all that his spells would fall into the eyes of the committee members.

But when they saw the high points required to read Philanya's notes, they were all stunned.

——Even if they submitted dozens of their low-level spells, they would not be able to exchange for a page of notes.

If you want to earn a lot of points quickly, in addition to submitting higher-level spell knowledge, the only way is to participate in the association's public research projects.

This was naturally within the calculations of Sallele and Willie.

In response to this, Sharlele was "thoughtful" enough to also post the Succubus Cradle project, giving mages more options.

As for Sothien, Rosa and others who realized that they had been tricked after all, they could only swallow their bitterness - after all, they had become the vested interests of the Magic Archives and had absolutely no reason to withdraw. They could only bite the bullet and contribute to Sharlele's technology tree.

Although these wizards were brilliant, their knowledge was limited to the study of magic. How could they possibly outwit the "well-informed" Earthlings with such petty tricks?

"Even though I took my mother's notes out...how could those monkeys see it so easily?" Veliera snorted and raised her head proudly, but she couldn't hide the smile in her voice. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at Sharlelei intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, even Wei An and the other three committee members could only see the first few pages of the notes. Even they had to pay a large amount of points to see the rest.

However, even just a few words in the first few pages contained a large amount of profound and obscure magical knowledge, which was enough to make Vian and the other three crazy.

As for the new topic that Velie had announced, Sharlele naturally saw it, but she didn't ask too many questions. For her, it was Velie's freedom to research whatever topic she wanted, as long as it didn't affect the key project of multi-spell coexistence.

When it comes to spell research, she has 100% absolute trust in Velie.

"Isn't that a relic from Miss Mirror's mother?" Isadore, who was sitting obediently beside Sallelei, blinked. This little succubus had become much quieter recently, which surprised Sallelei. "Is it okay to just give it to an outsider like that?"

Willie glanced at her in surprise, as if she hadn't expected Isadore to care so much about her. She subconsciously tried to put on her usual arrogant expression towards Isadore, but her expression changed several times before finally softening.

"It's okay. Mother Felannia's notes are so obscure, I only understood a little bit myself... and I'm afraid I can't understand the rest by myself. It's just right for those monkeys in the association..."

Her cheeks flushed, and she covered her mouth with her hands and coughed softly, "...the mages in the association helped me with the research."

After a brief pause, Willie continued, "Unlike Mother Gelley, Mother Philanya's main research direction is to summon and control elemental creatures. The elemental familiar in my mage tower was made by her... But until now, I only know how to use it, and I don't know how it works... If, if Mother were still here... it would be great..."

When she said this, her eyes silently turned red, and she lowered her head with a gloomy expression.

Hearing this, Sharlelei's heart was moved. She remembered what the Pope said about the Black Forest in the Kingdom of God that day - "Don't try to peek into it, don't try to pass through it. Tell the little elf wizard not to think about her missing mother."

What could possibly be beyond the Black Forest that would so scare a great wizard from the Kingdom of Elves and intimidate the Pope of the Church of Light? And is this great wizard, whose life or death is uncertain, completely gone, or is he still alive somewhere beyond the Black Forest?

"No... let's not talk about this anymore." Willie shook her head, pulled herself together, and forced a smile. "Ms. Angeldale, I'm so grateful for your help back then..."

"Miss Vera Valindiya, you're so polite," Angeldel said with a gentle laugh, raising her sleeve to cover her mouth. "I'm the one who should apologize. I heard that the Saint was hosting a banquet for the mages, and I couldn't suppress my curiosity, so I secretly listened in from outside the door for a while. Oh, this is really rude..."

"No, no, no, this, this is nothing! It's thanks to you that you helped me!" Willie waved her hands quickly, but she felt even more ashamed in her heart. She wished she could go back a few days and cover her mouth for saying bad things about Angeldel.

"But, that Archbishop really knows how to enjoy life. Even that old wizard, Vian, raves about his private collection of wine..." Angeldale chuckled and changed the subject. "It makes me want to try it myself."

Hearing this, Isadore and Willie couldn't help but stiffen and subconsciously looked at Sharlele.

They all knew that the red wine was mixed with "Succubus Holy Water" which had a charming effect and could slowly weaken the drinker's resistance to succubus. Since it was not a poison, it was difficult to detect even with poison detection magic.

Once the mages are deeply trapped in the charm, it will be extremely difficult for them to struggle out.

And now, Anjiedel wants to drink...

"I really didn't expect this." Being watched by the two little succubi, Sharlelei remained expressionless and nodded calmly. "If Miss Angeldel wants it, why not try it now?"

"Hehehe... Thank you for your kindness, Saint Lady, but please allow me to decline. I have never been able to hold my alcohol well, and I'm afraid I'll behave unbecomingly after a few drinks..." Angelelle stared at Salaret, and seeing her calm expression, she shook her head gently.

"By the way, Isadore, where have you been during this time? What are you doing?" Salares stopped talking about this issue and turned to look at Isadore.

After the matter of the Magician's Association came to an end, the next step was to bestow the "Flame of Compassion" upon Isadore. Also... it was time to tell her about Moise. After all, Isadore had the right to know her own life story.

After that, there was the "Congregation of the Purified Order" in May. This time, she would finally meet her cheap father, the Duke of the Western Territory, and Sharlelei couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"W-what are you doing... Um, um, I've been reading a prayer book?" Isadore panicked at the sudden question from Sallelei. Under the gaze of those purple eyes, she waved her hands and blurted out, "Sister Angelelle can testify to this!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Angeldel's expression changed slightly, and Willie was also greatly surprised. Sallelei slowly raised her head and gazed at the noble lady with a half-smile. "Oh? So it's Miss Angeldel who's taking care of Isadore?"

"The word 'take care of' is too much, Saint." A look of panic flashed across Angeldel's face, then she returned to normal. She smiled calmly, "It's just that I'm bored here anyway, so I wanted to chat with little sister Isadore to relieve my boredom."

Her eyes flickered, and she clasped her hands together on her knees, her slender fingertips rubbing gently subconsciously. "When you were not at Field, Saint Lady, I heard her tell me a lot of interesting stories about Moon Spring Town. It reminded me of the time we spent together at the Duke of Delaware's Mansion..."

The gray eyes looked at Sharlene calmly, but somehow, there was a hint of challenge in these doll-like eyes.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 271: Carving a Boat to Seek a Sword

Salaret stared at the brown-haired girl in front of her.

Under the light, her hair had a mellow color like black tea, her bangs were parted in front of her forehead, and her slightly curly hair gently fell to her chest.

That fair face was once filled with a puppet-like fake smile, but now all the disguised expressions had disappeared, leaving only a trace of barely perceptible sadness.

The gray eyes stared at Salleh calmly. Without the false smile, there was no life in those eyes now. There was only a humble desire that pierced straight at Salleh, full of hope.

What was she craving? She was unabashedly revealing their pasts in front of the other two girls. Was she hoping for something? Was she hoping for even the slightest ripple to appear on that saintly face?

It was like—it was like she was gazing at the reflection of time on the water, then cautiously reaching out her hand to touch the gentle waves, creating ripples one after another. And what she longed for was nothing more than…

As the water rippled, the reflections shattered and then recovered, in those tiny gaps that were so brief that they could not be shortened, and she once again captured the echoes of the past that had once intoxicated her.

Yes, yes, even the figure of the saint now, in the constantly fluctuating ripples, there is a moment when she can turn back into the appearance of the girl she once knew.

And she was willing to reach out and touch the empty water surface again and again for this fleeting, illusory reflection, and then, until -

"Yes. There was such a period of time..." Sharlelei nodded slowly and smiled.

And at that moment, Angeldale's gray eyes froze. A surging wave of joy nearly overwhelmed her—she admitted it! She admitted it! Did this also mean that she was willing to accept herself? She was willing to accept—

"But that's all in the past. The snows of the North fall again every year, but once the roses wither, even if new buds sprout, they will never be the same again. Miss Iharin, do you understand?"

Angeldel's thoughts froze at these words.

The ocean of joy that had engulfed her instantly solidified into a coffin of solid ice, enveloping her. Her heart stopped beating, her coursing blood froze, and she suddenly sank beneath the surface of the water, awash with reflections. She sank, sank, wrung and pressed down by the thick, dense, vast mass of water, tumbling and falling endlessly in the pitch-black, bottomless abyss.

"I appreciate your help to me, and I appreciate everything you have done for Viliye."

Facing Angeldel, who stood there frozen and bewildered, Salares sighed softly and quietly.

Yes, this won't work.

It was not her intention to hurt Angeldel, but she did not want the noble lady to still treat her as "the same person as before."

——That is just an illusion of the past that can never be found again.

Isn't the cruelest thing in the world, trying to find a person's past, which can never be recovered, in the person himself?

To Angelelle, this naive, wishful thinking was nothing more than self-deception, and to Salare, it was an insult.

——I am not the same person I used to be.

No - even if I hadn't come "here", after going through so much, she would have become a different person.

"If you wish, we are your friends and allies. You can tell us your troubles. The gate of the Saint's territory will always be open to you."

A white figure passed by the dazed girl. The sofa beside her sank slightly, and a soft, warm, familiar yet unfamiliar body sat down beside her. A pair of warm hands also grasped hers.

A gentle voice spoke with a familiar tone, but the words it spoke were so unfamiliar.

“So, please keep looking forward.”

Angeldel slowly turned her head. She could hear the creaking of her neck, like dry gears, and she could almost hear the twisting of her soul.

why?

"--Why?"

The soul that filled her whole body, filled with unfulfilled desires, roared loudly.

"--Why……"

But in another tiny corner, there is also a fragile soul whispering sadly.

She stared into those purple eyes, as if trying to extract an answer from them. Her mind kept repeating the words of the girl before her, as if repeating them a thousand times would reveal their true nature as lies and reveal the true answer she desired.

But nothing had changed. The girl's eyes, her words. Their meaning couldn't be simpler, more direct.

Look forward. Look forward?

She laughed sadly and wildly within her own body. Forward, forward? Forward to what? Forward to where? Forward, all that awaited her was the cage. Duke Iharin would personally hand it to the prince, and she would forever be a bird to be admired, hanging in the palace window. That was her "forward"!

"We" are your friends and allies. Tell us your troubles. The gates of the "Holy Maiden's Territory" are open to you.

But in all this calm and gentle comfort, there is no "I" and no "my room".

Even the subtle hints hidden deep within the words were like a rejection that pushed Angeldel off the edge of a cliff.

Is there still room for maneuver? Is there anything left to recover? The girl suddenly felt the dagger she had always carried close to her body was now so cold, the hardness of the metal and wood hurting her.

"Ms. Angeldale, you don't look well."

The Saint Lady suddenly said with concern, "Please don't force yourself. Come, I will help you back to your room to rest."

Angeldel stood up in a daze, supported by her. Isadore and Willie wanted to say something, but Salares calmly shook her head and took Angeldel back to her room—her bedroom next to the Saint's. That was the "reward" she had received from the Saint.

But at this point, she no longer had the energy to thank the Saint for her kindness. Even if she helped her back to her room, it would only have eliminated two spectators from her ugly crying appearance.

The door closed gently, isolating the violet eyes from outside. Angeldale knelt on the soft carpet, her delicate, snow-white face expressionless. She stared at the closed door like a doll, tears streaming down her face.

The only thing that was floating in her heart at this moment was the bottle, the small bottle that she had always kept close to her.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 272: Faith Must Be Pure and Flawless

"Sister Sasha, Sister Angeldale...how are you?"

After Sallelei returned to the room, Isadore immediately looked over with concern, her watery blue eyes filled with worry.

"She's fine." Shalelei ruffled the little succubus's golden hair. "Why are you so worried about her? What have you been doing recently? What did Angeldel tell you?"

Isadore blinked.

"During this time... well—I've been training with Sister Bereya and the others, reading a prayer book, and then Sister Angeldel told me—"

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"Little Isadore, do you know the Knights of the Throne?"

It was a mild, warm evening. Isadore and Angeldel were in the study. The girl had just finished her Knights' training and, having received praise from Bereya, was still reveling in the afterglow of her joy.

Angeldel sat at the desk, chin in her hand as she looked at her, a hint of a smile in her gray eyes.

"The Throne...The Knights? Hmm? I don't know...?" Isadore blinked.

"The Divine Throne Knights are the knights who guard the Holy Flame Castle and the Pope's throne. Unlike the Knights of the Radiant Feathers of Field, each of them is an extraordinary warrior, a carefully selected paladin, the Goddess's sword and shield, deployed solely to defeat the enemies of God..."

Angeldel told the story with great skill, completely capturing Isadore's attention with just a few words. "They are apostles under the Pope. They uphold the virtues of bravery, integrity, piety, and kindness. From character to origin and faith, they are all perfect..."

At this point, she suddenly winked playfully at the little girl in front of her and said, "Just like you, Isadore."

"Oh...oh!" Isadore was startled at first, her face quickly flushed. She held her cheeks, and shook her head gently with a mixture of embarrassment and intoxication: "Sister Angeldel! Please, please don't say such things! How can I compare to those knights..."

"Huh? Little Isadore doesn't want to be the Saint's Knight?" Angeldel pretended to be puzzled. "You are clearly her first apostle, her original believer, aren't you?"

"Although, even so!" Isadore waved her hands, but her little heart seemed to float to the clouds, filled with joy - yes, yes, I am Sister Sasha's original believer, her first messenger, and her most special person -

"Then why not aim to become the Saint's Throne Knight and hold yourself to the same standards as the Paladins?" Angeldel gently held Isadore's hand, gazing into the little succubus's eyes. She said slowly, "Little Isadore, I can tell you the creed of the Throne Knights and help you gradually perfect your faith in the Saint."

"Perfect...faith in Her Lady Saint?" Isadore's heart was pounding, and for a moment, she was even afraid to look directly into the blazing gray eyes in front of her.

"Yes, the Divine Throne Knight is God's weapon, God's sword, the hand that carries out God's will. Don't you want to be the Saint's right-hand man? When you think of her, doesn't a burning restlessness ignite in your heart?"

Angeldel spoke softly, her slender fingertips tracing Isadore's cheek and gently tapping the center of her collarbone. "That is faith... that is your purest, most fervent faith in the Saint. You want to be the most special person by her side; that is your desire to become her First Apostle."

"As a Knight of the Throne of God, your faith cannot have the slightest blemish, nor can you harbor even the slightest blasphemous thought toward God. You cannot doubt her, and you cannot overstep your bounds. You cannot have even the slightest stain. Your origin, your parents, and your family history must also be completely pure, without the slightest blemish. Do you understand?"

Looking at the confused Isadore, Angeldel suddenly covered her mouth and laughed softly, her gray eyes narrowed deeply, hiding the dark light burning deep in her pupils.

"Don't you understand, little Isadore? It's okay. I will help you become the 'most important person' by the Saint's side..."

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"Sister Angeldale encouraged me... to become Sister Sasha... oh no, to become your Lady Saint's Divine Throne Knight! She said my faith should be pure, without even a trace of taint..."

Isadore spoke seriously, even with a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Hearing this, Willie suddenly laughed. "That's what those charlatans love to say. They have the final say on what constitutes a stain, after all."

Then, she shook her head in disappointment. "I didn't expect that the Duke's daughter also holds such meaningless beliefs. How boring! What a pity..."