Succubus cannot be a saint

"Of course I know about your feelings! Hahahahahahahahaha!"

"What are you... talking about..."

As if frightened by Angeldel's sudden madness, Isadore took two steps back in a daze, and the anger in her heart froze.

"Of course I know how you feel about her! Because, that's what I was thinking about for that month! Hehehe...hahahahahaha!"

Her slender nails scratched the skin of her cheeks, and Angeldel laughed wildly again. She suddenly opened her arms, her gray eyes, completely lifeless, staring at the ceiling, and her brown hair swirled along with her.

She turned and turned, as if she wanted to throw off all the restraints on her body, throw away her clothes, tear off her skin, break open her ribs, take out everything about herself, and reveal her true self under the beautiful skin of a noble lady to others.

"That's why...I said this to you on purpose. I know, I know, little Isadore, I know you like her...you want to be her closest and most special person!"

Angeldel spoke sinisterly, but at the last sentence, she suddenly burst into a sharp and piercing laugh.

"—Of course I can't allow it! I want her to go back to the past with me, back to that rose garden under the moon, back to that moon dotted with dew! She is not your saint, she is my moonlight, my rose, the drop of dew that I hold in my heart... How can I give her to you, how can I give her to you!"

Even Isadore was lost in bewilderment at Angeldel's frantic despair. She slowly took a step back, turning her head blankly, her gaze meeting that of Willie at the door. The little witch's face was pale, a look of disbelief written all over it.

"That's why I'm telling you this! I want you to feel that your feelings for her are just faith... This way you'll trust me and won't be able to get in my way... How wonderful, isn't it? Hehehe..."

"You, you despicable woman..." Isadore murmured, anger suddenly ignited in her tearful eyes again, "I, I obviously trust you so much, but you - but you -!"

"Yes, I am such a despicable woman. It's incredible, isn't it? Even I am surprised by this. I am a woman with such a rotten nature..."

Angeldel giggled, and Isadore trembled with anger, but the noble girl in front of her showed no fear at all. Her pretty face was filled with a light and malicious smile.

"So, you drugged me..."

Only then did Sharlene's voice slowly rang out. She slowly sat up from the bed, glanced at the teacup on the coffee table, and stared at the frantic Angelelle with sorrow and helplessness.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Facing Shalelei, Anjiedel suddenly calmed down. Her hair fell on her shoulders, and with a flick of her wrist, she produced a dagger from nowhere.

Isadore's face changed and she rushed forward, but Salare waved her hand at her, indicating that everything was under her control.

"You know what, Xiaosha? Originally, I took the initiative to ask my father to come and visit Countess Rebecca in the Western Territory. She is a distant relative of my family. And just at that time, Baron Miles, who was visiting the Countess's mansion, also invited me."

Angeldel gently stroked the blade of the dagger and chuckled nervously.

"I've already planned it all. I originally wanted to secretly purchase poison, kill my guards, and then escape and visit you in Yuequan Town."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to cause you any trouble. I just want to see you from a distance, and then... leave this cage 'completely'."

The sharp tip of the dagger cut her finger, and bright red blood flowed down her fair skin. Angeldel pointed the dagger at her chest and gently scratched it.

"But I didn't buy the poison in Baron Miles's territory. Instead, I bought 'that' from a black market alchemist. He told me it was absolutely effective. It's just a pity... this 'absolutely effective' wonder is of no use to the God-chosen Saint."

She spoke in a dreamy voice and giggled.

"I had originally planned to come find you as planned after getting this medicine. We would be back together under the moonlight for just one night... and then I would leave far away, somewhere where you wouldn't be a threat, and say goodbye to this world."

"It's just that... those cultists disrupted my plans. Baron Miles killed my guards for me and arrested me. You all know what happened after that."

After hearing all this, the three of them fell silent. Sallelei sighed softly, rubbed her belly, and smiled wryly.

All I can say is that this "absolutely effective" wonder is not completely ineffective... at least she is now feeling hot all over.

"However, since things have come to this, I have lost. Don't worry, I won't trouble you."

Although her plan had been exposed, Angeldel showed no remorse. She calmly opened her arms, the dagger twirling gently between her fingertips, a dreamy smile on her face. "Just imprison me anywhere and wait for my father to send someone to pick me up. After all, it's unacceptable for the daughter of the Duke of the North to die in the Holy City of the West, right?"

"On the way back to the North, I will commit suicide. Don't worry, I can still do something as simple as suicide. I will pretend to be controlled by the cult and will not cause you any trouble. Let's end it like this tonight, okay?"

"Or do you want to torture me to vent your anger? Okay, it's up to you. As long as it doesn't leave obvious scars, you can vent your anger on me however you want. Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain to my father's people."

She spoke kindly and with a smile, but hearing her talk about suicide in such a gentle and doting voice, Isadore and Willie both turned pale and couldn't help but take a step back.

This woman... was truly too abnormal. So abnormal that even a hint of fear crept into the hearts of both of them.

"Is this all right?" After a long silence, Sharlene stared into the gray eyes filled with fake smiles and spoke slowly.

Gradually, Angeldale's fake smile disappeared.

She had already decided how she would die. Everything she had just said and done was just to anger the Saint Lady so that she would cut off all attachment to life.

But it was precisely this one sentence, this simple sentence, that silently shattered her will to die, which she thought was as firm as steel.

"No, I have one last question." She said calmly, her eyes like the ashes left after a burn, without any emotion. After stripping off all the masks and madness, what was revealed was the numb gaze of a puppet.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, but... do you still remember me? Do you remember the month we spent together?"

Sharlelei got off the bed, came to her, and slowly raised her hand. Angeldel looked at her challengingly, but when Sharlelei reached for the dagger in her hand, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang. Angeldale opened her eyes and saw a pair of strange purple pupils.

There was both icy sorrow and scorching fire in those eyes. The girl's cheeks were obviously flushed with a charming blush, but they were filled with sorrow.

"I remember. I always remember it. I remember it very clearly."

She whispered, and Angeldale's gray eyes gradually brightened, gradually filled with joy.

"But I'm sorry, Ange. I'm not the same person I used to be. The old me... is dead."

"What you've been searching for is a phantom of the past. I can be a mad daughter, a saint, a demon, or the queen of succubi, but I can never be the person I was in the past."

Along with the gentle words, in Angeldel's ashes eyes, a pair of broad black wings gradually unfolded behind the girl's graceful figure.

"This is the final answer I can give you."

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PS: Don’t worry, your ex-girlfriend will cry and kneel down in tears later.jpg

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PS2: Recently, people often ask me, how come you, the succubus queen, are still a virgin?

Why do you think this is so important? It will alienate the efforts of the succubus, understand?

Do you know what alienation and concretization are?

Can you put it this way? Let me give you an example. The Queen handles official business and development and construction every day, and her succubus nun goes out to arrest people every day. At the end of the month, when the money is settled, the nun has sex every day. Oh, the nun won the MVP!

Her Majesty the Queen didn't deduct any points from anyone, the Queen is just a winner without any effort!

Can that be counted? Tell me, has the Queen contributed to the cause of the succubus, has she led everyone to build a beautiful pink world, and has she created opportunities for her little succubus to eat girls? Hmm?

So why do you care so much about whether you are in the right place or not? It’s really... (swearing)

Don’t forget your voting ticket and razor blade after reading this! (Looking back)

Why do you care so much about whether this is the right place or not? Really... (curses and walks away)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 282: On the Self-cultivation of the Succubus

"Ah... ah ah..."

Angeldale knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the scene before her.

Black leather wings, symbolizing the devil, unfolded from behind the girl in front of him, followed by dark golden horns and a slender devilish tail...

The dignified and holy temperament was perfectly integrated with the charming and enchanting evil. The pair of eyes sparkling with purple light looked at her sadly and calmly.

——The one who appeared before Angeldel was a succubus.

Why, why is this happening? Angeldel thought desperately, but she couldn't come up with an answer. She felt like the world had gone crazy, and the scene before her was like a dream.

Why, why is the Saint a succubus? Why can a succubus cast divine magic? No... she is Shalelei, her little Shalelei, but when did she become a succubus? When did she become a cultist?

"That's why I say, I'm not the same person anymore."

Charlelei calmly bent down before Angeldel, her broad black wings enveloping the girl's frail frame. Her slender fingers wiped the tears from her gray eyes, then she turned and sighed, "You two don't have to pretend anymore."

Isadore and Velie looked at each other with complicated expressions, but they still obeyed Salare's instructions, revealing their horns and tails, and their two watery eyes were dyed with a devilish red.

"You...you are all succubi...yourselves...why? When did this happen? Xiaosha, Xiaosha...! When did you become a demon? Why, why did this happen? Have you been corrupted by the cult?"

Angeldel muttered incoherently, then suddenly took two steps on her knees and grabbed Sharlelei's hands, shaking her head with tears in her eyes. "No, I don't understand, Xiaosha. What happened after you went to Moon Spring Town? Tell me, please tell me."

"That's a long story. But I can tell you that I'm not a cultist, and I didn't come to Field City to destroy it..."

Sharlelei shook her head slightly, but before she could finish her words, Angeldel suddenly screamed, "—I don't care about Field!"

The next moment, her eyes melted with sorrow again, and she sobbed softly, "I don't care about Field, I don't care about this West Territory, this North Territory, this Iharien family, this Buck Kingdom! I only care about you, Xiaosha, I only care about you..."

A soft sigh echoed, and a handkerchief was dropped on the ground in front of Angeldale. The girl raised her head, and through her hazy eyes, she saw Willie sitting in a wheelchair.

"You... aren't you an elf? How... why are you a succubus?" Angeldel didn't pick up the handkerchief. She stared at Velie as if she was seeing her for the first time.

"...I was turned into a succubus by this bad guy." Velie hadn't expected her to ask this question, and her cheeks flushed slightly. She subconsciously glanced at Sallelei. Sallelei was struggling to suppress the rage within her, and she only managed a forced smile without answering.

"Become... a succubus?" Angeldel's eyes widened in shock, even her tears stagnating in shock. "Succubus... is it possible? Is it possible to become one?"

"Of course!" Isadore finally couldn't help herself and shouted, "We were all turned into succubi by Sister Sasha! Sister Bereya, Sister Irennie, and the older sisters in the convent were all like that!"

Are they all... succubi?

Angeldel felt dizzy. She stared blankly at the three succubi in front of her, one big and two small. Her mind was spinning. The worldview she had held for the past decade was completely shattered at this moment.

The saint is a succubus, the paladin is a succubus, the nuns are succubus, and this group of demons openly occupies the holy city of the Church of Light, accepting people's pilgrimage and worship...

No wonder the nuns in this big cathedral have become so beautiful.

No wonder those combat nuns exuded a similar aura.

This is so... this is so... so ironic, so wonderful!

Angeldel stared at Sallelei blankly, her tear-stained face gradually twisted into a crazy smile.

At that moment, she no longer wanted to die, and then she was filled with hysterical madness. The Saint was a succubus, her former lover was a succubus, and the nuns were all succubi too. How could the world have become like this? It was so interesting that it seemed to be on fire!

It would be such a pity to die like this. She wanted to watch the world burn, to dance in flames and ashes, even if it meant crawling at the feet of the devil!

"So that's how it is... It's actually like this... I'm not dreaming, am I? Hahahaha... Hahahaha! There's actually such a thing in this world! It's ridiculous, absolutely brilliant! I never thought that there would be such a top-notch joke in this world!"

She laughed wildly, tears streaming down her face. Her white back was bent, and she prostrated herself on the ground, pounding the floor. She laughed like an ecstasy, like a madman.

"The Saint is a succubus, the Saint is a succubus, hahahaha... How could it be... How could such a wonderful thing, such an ironic thing! The Duke of the West would never have thought of it, nor would the King, nor would the Pope!"

Suddenly, she raised her face, and her originally charming face was mixed into a chaos of flowing tears and crazy laughter.

"Then, isn't there only one answer? Let me join you and become a succubus! No... I can, I can pledge my loyalty to you! I can help you quietly infiltrate the North, I can help you destroy this kingdom! Come, come, whether I want to sign a contract with you or swear to be your slave, I can do it! I can do it! Let me also fall into the hell that surrounds you! Even if it means being burned by flames, I am willing!"

She laughed wildly and took a few more steps on her knees.

But the next moment, when the girl raised her head, the raging fire burning in her chest was instantly extinguished.

Because those purple eyes looked at her sadly and calmly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

The Succubus Queen's voice was soft but clear.

"Everyone who becomes a succubus wants something from me. Perhaps they want to save the town, fulfill their mother's long-cherished wish, break free from the rules, or be with their lover openly."

“I gave them all these.”

"But, Ange, Ange... what do you want? What do you want from me? Shh... you don't have to say anything, I understand. Who are you looking at through me? At the past me? Don't you think... this is funny?"

The silly smile on Angeldel's face froze.

"People change. You're just desperately searching for a shadow of the past in a person who seems to be there but isn't. You're looking for a soul that will never return, chasing a shadow that no longer exists."

"The only thing I can't give you is this illusion. Therefore, I won't turn you into a succubus."

Salares slowly stood up. "And... you're mistaken about one thing. I'm not here to destroy this city, nor this kingdom. I don't need your help in destroying it. I'm here to change it... I'll make it better, something more to my liking."

"No...why, why, Xiaosha? Why!"

Angeldel shook her head gently, her voice filled with misery. Then her mournful whisper gradually became shrill, seething with sharp hatred and anger.

"Why, why can't I! I just, I just want to be by your side! Why...why can those two people, why can your two little servants do it, but I...I can't?"

She roared at the top of her lungs, but the next moment, a ball of clothing was thrown mercilessly at her face.

Isadore looked at her empty arms in astonishment, then at Willie's pretty face with a frosty look.

Just now, it was this little witch who snatched the Sharlele nightgown from her arms and threw it in Angeldel's face, interrupting her.

"...Who are you calling her servant? You're a she-monkey with a maggot-eaten brain."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 283: The Biggest Difference Between You and Me