Succubus cannot be a saint

"Hmph, a magician without faith will definitely not understand, right? After all, I am the first apostle of the Saint Lady and the most special person to her!" Isadore raised her eyebrows and was about to fight with this little witch.

But she snorted, not knowing what she was thinking, and clasped her hands together in a pretentious manner, "Thank Sister Angeldel, Miss Mirror. The Knights of the Throne of God are supposed to be magnanimous, so I won't bother with you!"

"Hey, she's become crazy because of her religious beliefs. Go and give her a beating." Seeing Isadore's compassionate look, Velie immediately stuck out her tongue in disgust and curled her lips at Salaret wildly.

"........."

Just as a sense of strangeness arose in Sharlele's heart, it was completely dispelled by the fight between the two little ones. She could only respond with a wry smile.

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More than half a month has passed since the incident with the Archbishop and the change of ownership of the cathedral.

During this period, the Saint, with unimaginable swiftness, seized control of nearly the entire cathedral. The Sisters and Knights swore allegiance to her, and after executing a group of the Archbishop's close associates who had ties to the Black Wings, the remaining deacons also remained loyal.

At the same time, the Saint's various decrees were continuously implemented in the name of the Archbishop, especially the "Purification Decree". With the large amount of holy water supplied by the cathedral, the habit of bathing and washing the face with holy water was becoming popular in the city of Field.

As for the nobles and celebrities in Field City... they had originally had some collusion with the Blackwing Society, so naturally they responded positively to the Archbishop's "Purification Decree", expressing their loyalty to the Archbishop while drawing a clear line between themselves and the Blackwing Society.

They even took the initiative to invite nuns from the cathedral into their residence to guide them on their living and hygiene habits.

Although everything was gradually getting better, as a priest in the pastoral corps, Whitham still felt a little uneasy.

He sensed a strange atmosphere permeating the cathedral. Both the battle nuns and the female knights were much closer than before, their gazes indescribably charming.

This phenomenon is even spreading outward at an extraordinary speed, spreading to ordinary nuns in the cathedral.

The battle sisters and female knights seemed to have become even more beautiful, brimming with an indescribable charm. When their male colleagues stood next to them, they looked like misshapen melons and jujubes next to the flowers.

When walking in the cathedral, you can often see groups of beautiful nuns walking shoulder to shoulder, and the soft voices of women echo under the sacred dome.

Is this...right?

"Mr. Whitham, Miss Isadore's sacred relic recognition ceremony is about to begin. Please hurry up."

The slightly low female voice woke the old pastor from his thoughts. When he saw the figure in front of him clearly, his whole body was shocked and his eyes became dazed.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 273: The Ceremony of the Sacred Object

Standing before her was Irenne, the head sister of the Sisters of Battle.

At this moment, the head nun was not wearing her usual leather armor for combat, but a strange and somewhat revealing nun's uniform.

Beneath the black veil, her hair was neatly cropped. The nun, who was supposed to be bare-faced, wore just the right amount of light makeup, which softened her stern features and added a touch of beauty and charm.

Perhaps because she learned from the Saint's dress, the neckline of the nun's uniform was lower, revealing the snow-white skin on the woman's chest. However, Irene's humble figure could not support the effect of the Saint, and even the strap tied under the chest became a little redundant.

On the corset that highlights the slender waistline is a military belt with a long sword hanging on it. The nun's skirt is cut open above the thigh, revealing a piece of fair and smooth thigh skin and white over-the-knee stockings.

Beneath the stockings lay sleek black knee-high leather boots, outlining the woman's slender, long, and neat legs. The dagger strapped to the boot shaft added a touch of sophistication to the somewhat revealing outfit, making her appear cool and charming. Her emerald eyes held an indescribable allure.

Just standing in front of this radiant and beautiful nun, Whitham couldn't help feeling ashamed of himself. For a moment, the honest old pastor's cheeks turned red, he subconsciously touched his nose, and he couldn't even speak.

Beside Irene stood her lieutenant, Egeria. Like her superior, Egeria wore the slightly revealing nun's attire, but her long, soft, curly hair made her appear less aloof and more gentle and approachable than Irene. The two of them stood together, one cold and fierce, the other gentle and gentle, like a perfect match.

Moreover, the two combat nuns were holding hands affectionately, just like the other nuns and female knights in the temple. When they occasionally looked into each other's eyes, they were filled with sweet smiles.

"Sister Irenne, Sister Egeria..." Whitham stammered, and Egeria smiled at him. "Irenne is right. Please hurry up, Your Eminence."

"Yes... yes..." Under the urging of the two, Whitham did not doubt it, stabilized the hat on his head, blushed, and did not dare to look at the two beautiful nuns again, and left in a hurry.

Behind him, the nuns' laughter and conversation could be heard faintly, their voices deliberately lowered.

"By the way, the 'cradle ceremony' will be held tomorrow night..."

"I wonder which 'sister' will stand out this time and be assimilated by the Saint. Ahhh, I'm really looking forward to it..."

"Yeah, hehe..."

Of course, the dazed Whitham couldn't hear it.

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In the cathedral's worship hall, bright sunlight shines through the beautiful stained glass, casting mottled and brilliant colorful light and shadows.

Salare and Isadore stood beneath the goddess's statue. The sealed cabinet containing the holy hammer, the Flame of Compassion, sat on the altar before them.

In front of the two of them were high-ranking officials of the temple, such as Berea, Irennie, and Whitham, as well as a group of temple deacons.

However, among the crowd present, there was a clear trend of women outnumbering men. After the Saint's "purge," the deacons of the church underwent a major shake-up. Many male deacons were demoted and transferred, replaced by nuns trusted by the Saint.

Leaving aside the all-female Sisterhood, even the Knights of the Radiant Feathers underwent several minor personnel changes.

Now, behind Berea, the knights who are qualified to participate in this ceremony, except for the deputy commander Waldo, are all female knights who have become exceptionally beautiful for some reason.

However, only a few high-ranking male officials, such as Whitham, vaguely realized that something was amiss. Even they, for some reason, couldn't articulate the reason and could only accept the Saint's arrangement.

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"Isadore."

After the long and complicated routine prayers were over, Charlotte's voice finally reached the little nun's ears, causing her to tremble all over and raise her head with joy.

At this moment, the Saint Lady changed into a solemn black monastic robe, but even so, the low neckline and the high hem still revealed her half-exposed breasts and thigh skin, which was still dazzlingly white.

She stood under the statue of the goddess, bathing in the gorgeous colorful sunlight. She was so pure and sacred. In a trance, the angel on the stained glass seemed to come to her along with the light and dance around her.

She turned, chanted a sacred incantation, and broke the seal of the reliquary. She placed her hands on a consecrated red cloth and lifted the wooden hammer, bathed in holy light. Golden flames traced the handle, and a warm, ever-burning flame burned on the hammerhead.

"In the name of the goddess, I ask you to accept the test of this holy hammer."

The girl's calm and gentle voice echoed in the chapel, and every word she said seemed like the solemn bells from heaven, striking Isadore's ears.

"Legend has it that only the righteous, always compassionate and never cruel, can wield this holy hammer. If it refuses you, its handle will burn your hands."

Almost immediately after the Holy Hammer left its seal, a warm and gentle wave of heat spread. Like a small sun rising beneath the statue of the goddess, the blazing holy power from the "Flame of Compassion" continuously released and spread, gently enveloping everyone present.

The people in the audience stared intently at the holy hammer in the hands of the Saint, their eyes filled with reverence and piety, as well as a hint of envy and jealousy.

After all, it was one of the most prestigious relics of the Vatican. Besides being the symbol of the Western Archbishop, it was also a magical weapon of extraordinary power.

It is said that before Archbishop Raymond became the Archbishop of the West, when he was still a mid-level combat priest, he once killed a high-level demon summoned by the Black Ark Order with the blessing of this holy hammer.

Holding this holy hammer and feeling the vigorous holy power emanating from it, Shalelei was filled with emotion.

If Raymond had wielded this holy hammer during the battle in the cathedral that day, the outcome would have been completely reversed. Not to mention the four of us, including Isaac, even with Berea, we wouldn't have been his match.

But then again, if Raymond could always stay true to his heart and pick up the holy hammer, then there would probably be no need for Salares to fight him.

Staring at the holy hammer in Shalelei's hand, Priest Whitham sighed in his heart.

Once upon a time, the archbishop had also undergone such a ceremony, and it was at that time that he won the recognition of the Holy Hammer.

But time flies, things change and people change, the holy hammer is still the same holy hammer, but the person is no longer the same person.

"Isadore, you must remember this. The goddess said that compassion means not taking pleasure in the suffering of others, but always feeling pity for the suffering in the world. You must always maintain a compassionate heart, so that you can gain its support."

"Even if you gain the Holy Hammer's approval, it won't necessarily belong to you forever. And even if you don't, it doesn't mean you'll never have a chance to use it again. As long as you practice the Goddess's teachings, perhaps one day, it will lend you its power."

Salares gazed tenderly at Isadore, who knelt on one knee before her. At this moment, bathed in this solemn holy light, the girl's young face was filled with piety and solemnity, as if what he was about to hand over to her was not a warhammer, but her own destiny.

"However, whether or not you have received the Holy Hammer's approval, my approval of you will not change. From today on, you are my Holy Guard Captain."

Before she finished speaking, Isadore shuddered and jerked her head up, her emerald eyes quickly filling with tears. She raised her hand tremblingly, her voice choking with sobs.

"Thank you, Saint Lady... I will definitely not let you down."

Then, under everyone's gaze, the holy hammer filled with burning holy power slowly fell down and touched the girl's fair and delicate hands.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 274: The Right to Know

--warmth.

This was Isadore's first thought after grasping the handle of the Holy Hammer.

It was like a torch, warming her hands and her heart. She lowered her head and stared at the golden flame pattern on the wooden hammer handle. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell one by one on it.

But the strange thing was that these crystal tears were not evaporated by the scorching holy power of the holy hammer, as if this holy object, which was always full of compassion, was unwilling to wipe away the girl's tears.

Sister Angeldel was right—at this moment, Isadore suddenly remembered what the girl with gray eyes had said to her.

"To become the Saint's Divine Throne Knight, to become the most important and special person by her side, your faith must not have even the slightest blemish. You cannot doubt her, you cannot blaspheme her, you cannot overstep your bounds, and your origins, parents, and family background must all be completely pure—"

My parents. My family background.

As these words flashed through her mind, Isadore suddenly shuddered, and a distant corner of her heart twitched. In that corner that she had once thought was free of all shadows, a dark bud suddenly broke through the soil and emerged.

His family background, his sinful father, and his mother who was indirectly killed by his father.

Can I still be considered as "stainless" as Sister Angeldel said?

"--No."

But, looking at the face of Sharlele before her, the dark seedling in her heart slowly shrank back into the soil like ice and snow under the sunlight. Her heart expanded again, and the warm waves surged in her chest again.

It must be...it's okay. Those things are all in the past. Sister Sasha once told me that what my father did has nothing to do with me. Their sins will not be passed on to me. I am clean, pure, without a single stain.

I will be the Saint's throne knight, and also the most special person by her side.

Isadore grasped the Holy Hammer, stood up, raised it high, looked around at the people in the audience, smiled, and cast her gaze into the distance.

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Two days later, in the saint's study.

"Report to the master."

Irenne knelt on one knee in front of Sharlele's desk filled with documents. At this moment, she had returned to her succubus appearance. The huge curved horns on her head flashed a dark red light in the sunlight, her pair of charming red eyes narrowed slightly, and the succubus tail behind her also stuck out from the hem of her skirt, swaying gently.

Just uttering the word "Master" sent a tingling sensation of pleasure through the head sister's limbs. Initially, she'd considered kneeling at Sharlene's feet, but the Saint remarked with an awkward expression, "It's strange for a subordinate to kneel like this when reporting on their work." Ultimately, she compromised and knelt on one knee instead.

"The command of the Field City army has been centralized in the hands of the Sisters. We will follow your will and control them according to the standards of the Holy Maiden Army..."

"It's not control, it's training... Never mind, control it." Sharlelei was a little amused and scribbled a few words on the document before nodding. "Have the instructors sent to Moon Spring Town and Gray Stone Town departed?"

"Yes, Master. I have selected the best instructors and veterans from the Sisters and Knights. They have already set out, led by Miss Durenna." Irenne lowered her head. "They will surely train your territory's army into an elite force invincible."

Salares nodded in satisfaction, tapping the table, without answering for a moment.

During this period of time, although Durenna herself did not say anything, Sharlele could still see that this succubus knight was eager to return home and was thinking about going back to Moon Spring Town to be with her sister day and night.

Since there was really no work for Durenna to stay here, Sharlele simply asked her to take a team of instructors from the Sisters and the Knights back to Moon Spring Town to train the guards of the two towns, and by the way, continue her honeymoon with her dear sister which had not yet ended.

—and then call Opheline over.

Sharlele had promised Opheline that she would give her what was due her. Now it was time to fulfill that promise. To this end, she had even reserved for her sister the position of deacon of the Grand Cathedral.

"Lord Saint!"

Along with the energetic shout, the door of the study was pushed open with a bang. Not only was Irennie startled, but the pen in Sharlele's hand almost dropped to the ground.

Ever since becoming Sharlele's "Head of the Holy Guard"—though there was currently only one "Holy Guard"—Isadore had worn Sharlele's specially crafted Holy Silver Lily emblem. The little succubus wore it prominently on her chest. If she hadn't had to hide her identity from ordinary people, her heart would have been lifted to the sky.

Actually, Shalelei wanted to design a special uniform for this little Holy Guard commander who was currently without any troops, but she was too busy and had to leave it to her tailor for the time being. So until now, Isadore was still wearing ordinary nun clothes.

"Lady Saint! Are you looking for me?"

Isadore rushed in excitedly, carrying the holy hammer on her back. In order to conceal the aura of the holy hammer, Shalelei specially wrapped it with holy cloth, and the result was that Isadore ran around every day carrying a strange long cloth bag.

Never mind...let's just leave it at that.

Sharlele winked at Irenne, and the Battle Sister reluctantly stood up, bowed, and left.

Then, Sallelei stood up, pondered for a moment, beckoned Isadore over, and casually pulled her into her arms. Isadore's body stiffened, her vision blurred, and the familiar sweet fragrance filled her nose, almost melting her heart, turning it into a soft puddle of mud. She just wanted to lie in Sallelei's arms like this, never to move again.

But soon, she remembered Angelelle's warning to her - "To become a Knight of the Throne, you must be strict with yourself, be respectful and reverent to the Saint, and never overstep the boundaries." So she quickly struggled to get up from Sharlele's arms.

But even so, she couldn't help but feel a little confused in her heart.

She had aspired to become the "Knight of the Throne" in order to be the most special person by the Saint's side. But now, she couldn't even lie in Sister Sasha's arms and breathe in her fragrance as she used to...wasn't that a little strange?

"Isadore..." Salarei was a little confused by Isadore's strange behavior, but she didn't say much, because she asked Isadore to come over because she really had something important to say.

"Come, sit next to me." Salares shook her head, took Isadore's hand, and asked her to sit next to her. She stared into her confused green eyes, "I hope you will remember what I am going to tell you next."

"What is it, Sasha...uh, Lady Saint..." Seeing that she spoke seriously, Isadore couldn't help but get nervous.

"As I told you, you are yourself, Isadore. All the sins committed by your ancestors have nothing to do with you. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side and support you. Remember this, okay? If you feel pain,

Staring into those serious and gentle purple eyes, Isadore was a little confused and bewildered, but finally nodded ignorantly.

Why would the Saint Lady say this at this time? Could it be that she knew what I was thinking and what I was worried about?

"...Huh." Gazing carefully at the little nun's bewildered face, Charlene let out a soft breath and patted her cheek. "Come, I'll take you to see someone. I believe you have the right to know this."