Succubus cannot be a saint

"Thank you, Lady Saint, for agreeing to my small request." She smiled, stretched out her arms as white as lotus roots, and poured steaming hot tea for the two of them.

"Nothing. That was the agreed-upon 'reward' after all." Salares sat down across from her. "However, I agreed to spend a night alone with you, but I didn't agree to let you decide the topic of conversation. You should understand that, right?"

"Ah, of course I know. As long as I can be alone with you for one night, I will be satisfied. Even if... you leave me aside like a doll for the whole night."

Her delicate lips suddenly formed a strange smile, and her eyes stared at Sallelei without blinking. This unconcealed look made Sallelei frown slightly.

"Oh, my apologies." Realizing the rudeness of her gaze, Angeldale chuckled softly, slowly lowered her head, and pushed the teacup towards Salares. "Please try it. This is the tea I specially bought. I'm sure it tastes different than the ones the Archbishop has in his collection."

Salarei frowned and stared at her for a long time before she slowly spoke, "What did you... say to Isadore?"

Angeldel didn't answer, but the strange smile on her lips widened even more. She didn't seem to intend to answer, but simply pushed the teacup closer to Sharlelei.

...It seems that she won’t say anything if I don’t drink tea.

"Well, thank you Miss Angeldale first." Shalelei sighed secretly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The mellow aroma of black tea spreads on the tip of the tongue, and after a while, a very familiar sweet fragrance spreads at the root of the tongue.

"—?!"

The moment she realized this, Sharlene's body froze, and a burning flame rose from deep in her lower abdomen. In an instant, even her vision became blurred.

Her chest and abdomen felt burning, and a sweet and greedy resonance flowed and spread within her body. She raised her head in disbelief, and looked at Angeldel in front of her through her hazy vision.

“W-What did you give me to drink…!?”

At this moment, in Angeldale's eyes, this dignified and holy Saint Lady seemed to have become a completely different person. Her cheeks were flushed, and her purple eyes, which were pretending to be calm, were filled with sparkling waves. The whole person looked...ah, the whole person looked like a ripe fruit, exuding a unique and alluring charm.

It’s so good, so beautiful, this is... this is what I want!

I want to see her panic, I want to see her vulnerable, I want to see her so beautiful and so attractive.

The girl breathed rapidly, her gray eyes widened with ecstasy, as if she wanted to engrave the appearance of Salares at this moment into her mind and never forget it.

You are my fruit.

Only I can pick you.

"It's okay, Lady Saint. Come, you're just too tired. Let me... help you to the bed to rest."

The girl smiled softly, a strange and crazy smile in her eyes—just like a carnivorous beast seeing its prey. She slowly walked forward and took Sharlene's hands.

Salarei tried to push her away, but her body suddenly went limp. Her limbs felt empty and she had no strength at all. Instead, she slipped and fell into Angeldel's arms.

Angeldel hugged her shoulders, slightly stunned, and then her cheeks flushed red, and she suddenly burst into a laugh that was so satisfying that it was even a little bit shrill.

“Hehe…hahahaha, hahahahahaha!”

"You can also look weak, my Saint..."

The next moment, she suddenly stopped talking, staring at Salle's flushed cheeks and eyes as clear as spring water, and spoke sinisterly, but the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

In this way, she supported the weak and sore Salare, and helped her step by step to the bed, and with a gentle push, let the delicate body of the Saint fall on the bed.

Swish, swish. With the soft sound of fabric rubbing against the floor, Angeldale said softly:

"Yes, yes, I did say that as long as you and I are alone for one night, it's up to you to decide what we talk about that night, but... do we really need to 'talk'? Perhaps you didn't expect that the eldest daughter of the Duke of the North would do such a despicable thing, right?"

"But I don't care... Whether you're the eldest daughter of the Northern Duke or the fiancée of the Second Prince, those are just my outer shells. I want you to see what I, Angeldale, am truly like after shedding those layers."

The girl's figure slowly approached Salares. Her body blocked the light, and in the shadows, only her gray eyes shone brightly, like the flames of hell.

"Then, let me see if you're still the Xiaosha I know after you shed that saintly facade..."

"You...what on earth did you give me to drink..."

At this moment, Sallelei was in a state of neither laughter nor tears, a mixture of horror and confusion.

——Someone plotted against me!

I, the dignified messenger of the god of love and the queen of succubi, was actually plotted against in this way! And, and—

She now understood why the taste of the black tea was so familiar. Because it was the smell of a succubus—that tea was made by a succubus!

Moreover, the succubus that created it must be of a very high level, so it can affect me...

Where did Angeldel come from? Who was the succubus who created it? Was it a succubus already in this world?

"Please stop resisting. Hehehe, resistance... is useless... Even if you are God's chosen saint, even if you can call upon the Holy Light..."

Angeldel slowly approached, put one knee on the bed, clasped her hands tightly around Sharlene's, her long brown hair slowly dropped down, and a strange light shone in her gray eyes.

"Let us continue the never-ending evening tea party, that night in the moonlight, beside the rose garden, with the fragrance of flowers, the never-ending tea party. This time, I will not let you escape from my hands..."

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Is only black tea ok?

(Serve you tea)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 280: A Punch in the Face

The haziness in front of her eyes gradually disappeared, the feeling of weakness in her body quickly subsided, and the strength returned to Sharlene.

Come to think of it, it's still hundreds of years too early for the succubus's products to poison the succubus queen.

But even so, some of those wonderful ingredients still played their role faithfully, and a hot flame still burned in Sharlele's heart, making her unable to control herself for a moment, and she almost fulfilled Angeldel's wish.

Thinking about it carefully, ever since I traveled through time and became a succubus, it seems that I have never done what a succubus should do.

It seems that it is indeed a bit disqualified as a succubus... ?

Sharlele tried to move her wrist. It seemed to her that Angeldel's grip had loosened a lot, and she could easily turn the tables by just exerting a little force.

Angeldel was immersed in her high spirits and seemed to be completely unaware of this matter.

only--

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"Sister Shasha..."

Isadore tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, she rubbed her eyes drowsily and climbed out of bed. She opened the curtains, and the clear, even enchanting moonlight shone into her eyes, gradually clearing her hazy consciousness.

Everything was real, not an illusion. What he had done, and how he had lost the Holy Hammer's approval, were not real either.

Regret and guilt once again hit her heart, and along with them came fear and helplessness.

What if I were once again controlled by those dark emotions and became a different person? Would the Saint… no, Sister Sasha, ever accept and forgive me again? The thought of this filled the little succubus with anxiety, nearly driving her mad with fear.

The tip of my nose is still filled with the smell of blood. Even after bathing many times, I can still feel that smell on my hands...

The feeling of being stained with sticky blood.

Yes, it's not like she had never killed before; she had slain many monsters and even humans with her own hands. However, this was the first time she had been filled with hatred, every corner of her heart calling out in disgust for that person to suffer more.

"Sister Shasha..."

She murmured in a daze, not even wearing slippers, and slowly walked out of the room with her delicate feet bare, like a child who was afraid to sleep alone and was looking for her mother with a doll in her arms.

But what she was holding in her arms was not a doll, but a pair of pajamas that Sharlele had specially left for her.

Only by immersing herself in Sister Sasha's fragrance can her shaken heart find a little peace.

But this strange sense of peace and tranquility was shattered the moment she saw the lock on Sister Sasha's door.

The lock that shone with blue magical light—it had never been there originally.

If Velie were here, she'd instantly recognize it as a magical lock from the Field Magic Association. Isadore didn't know this, but even so, the little succubus's animal-like intuition still registered a problem.

——Who put that lock on it? Why did you lock Sister Sasha’s bedroom door?

Is Sister Sasha in danger now?

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When the loud boom sounded behind Angeldel, the girl's cheeks suddenly turned pale.

What was going on? She had clearly instructed the maid to put a mystical lock on the door when she left. She had secretly purchased that lock from the Mage Guild, and the mage had guaranteed that "as long as the lock is in place, no one can open the door."

She slowly turned her head and saw a small figure in the flying smoke and dust.

Also, the broken door panel collapsed completely.

——The wizard said "no one can open the door", but he didn't say "no one can break down the door".

The moment this somewhat ridiculous thought popped into Angeldel's mind, a cold girl's voice rang out.

"What are you doing?"

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Isadore never imagined that after smashing the door with one punch, what she would see was—

Sister Angeldale, with her back to him, leaned over the bed. One knee was bent, resting on the edge, while her other, smooth, round, white thigh rested barefoot on the carpet. In the firelight, her soft, long brown hair flowed across her snow-white neck and back.

Between her legs, two legs wrapped in white stockings were hanging on the edge of the bed.

There was only one person in this room who would wear stockings like that.

"Little Isadore? I—"

Angeldale was stunned. Putting aside the question of why this little girl was holding Sharlene's pajamas, she—how did she suddenly come here?

But Isadore did not give her a chance to answer or explain. The moment she saw this scene, the little nun understood everything.

"What are you doing to Sister Sasha?"

Along with this gritted-teeth question, a dark flame of hatred ignited within her. In an instant, those dark emotions seemed to have a way to vent, and the confusion and discomfort she had been feeling all along also found an outlet.

I just want to be "the most special person beside Sister Sasha", but why do I always cling to the so-called "perfect belief" and the so-called "purity and flawlessness"?

Even if he wanted to be Sister Sasha's Knight of the Throne, he couldn't even have close contact with her, because the Knight of the Throne "cannot cross the distance" and "cannot blaspheme the object of his faith"!

Then why did I…why did I become this Divine Throne Knight?! And who, who was secretly guiding my thoughts, instilling these things in me!?

Moreover, this woman actually did this to Sister Sasha. It's unforgivable, unforgivable...

As soon as she thought of this, a nameless flame immediately rose from Isadore's heart!

She pounced forward, her small hand grabbing Angeldel's fair shoulder like an iron claw, and pulled her over. The next moment, she clenched her other small hand into a fist and swung it forward violently!

"Isadore, wait a minute!"

At that moment, two screams rang out simultaneously, one from the bed and the other from the door. The one on the bed was naturally Salares, while the one at the door was Villie.

Living in the room opposite to Sharlele's bedroom, she naturally heard the loud noise when Isadore smashed the door.

And just like that, the punch that was powerful enough to crack Angeldale's skull finally didn't land. The small, fair fist hovered an inch in front of the girl's nose, and the wind from the fist sent her hair flying.

Slowly, Isadore lowered her fist. Her green eyes smoldered with hatred as she stared at her intently, gnashing her teeth and asking, "Why?"

"What on earth did you do to Sister Sasha? Why did you do this to her? And, and... why did you say those things to me? Tell me, the throbbing in my heart is my faith in her, my desire to be her Knight of the Throne, her Captain of the Holy Guard... But, but that's not right, that's clearly not right!"

The girl's voice trembled, as if she had plucked all the fruits of sorrow, confusion, and anger and ground them into a mess with a pestle and mortar of hatred.

Because there was no collar to hold on to, she held on to Angeldale's smooth shoulders tightly, and her heavy and hot breathing seemed to be wrapped in a ball of fire.

As she spoke these words, the little nun seemed to finally begin to understand her own feelings, and her eyes were blurred by tears.

"I want to be the most important and special person to her, but it's obviously not what you said..."

"Is that feeling really faith? Do I really have the same faith in Sister Sasha as I do in the goddess? I don't want to kneel in front of her. I just want to be in her arms, by her side..."

"You obviously don't know anything... You don't understand anything, why are you still telling me all that..."

As the girl spoke, Angeldale's pale face began to squirm chaotically. The corners of her lips slowly lifted, as if she were donning a deathly pale mask of terror. The dark smile slowly widened, seemingly filling her entire face, and her gray eyes were completely filled with madness and evil.

"What are you talking about, Miss Isadora?"

"Of course I know... everything."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 281: I am such a despicable woman

"What did you say?"

Isadore said blankly, and slowly let go of the hand that was holding Angeldel's shoulder.

"I said, of course I know!"

The once dignified and gentle noble lady suddenly burst into wild laughter. Her pretty face and delicate features were distorted to the extreme. Her ten white fingers covered her cheeks, the corners of her mouth were almost bent to the point of cracking, her bright red tongue rolled in her mouth, and sticky saliva slowly flowed down.