Succubus cannot be a saint

Time seemed to stand still, and Sharlele's nightgown slowly slid down from Angeldel's face. She looked at Willie blankly, wondering why this shy little witch suddenly made such an aggressive move.

"Yes, that's right. I was assimilated by her and am her servant. This little fool is also hers." Willie poked Isadore's temple with her slender fingers, and the little succubus swayed from side to side. "But who told you that we are her servants?"

"I have my own goals and things I want to do. Open your eyes and take a good look. I am not her property! I am here because only by being with her can I fulfill my mother's long-cherished wish!"

Willie's angry voice pierced Angeldel's ears like an icicle. She stared at the little witch in front of her and suddenly laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Liye raised her eyebrows and scolded.

"But you clearly smell the same as me." Angeldel smiled softly. "Do you dare to admit that you don't care about her? Are you really with her just for... your mother's long-cherished wish?"

"…………" This time, Velie did not answer immediately. She secretly glanced at Sallelei, who was busy sorting out the messy breath and the fire in her body, and could only give her a helpless look.

But perhaps because her overly charming eyes covered up her original intention, a streak of bright red climbed up Willie's cheek, and the little witch quickly lowered her head.

Seeing this, Angeldale laughed even more unscrupulously, tears overflowing from her eyes again. "Look, Miss Vera Valindiya, you and I are obviously the same. We are the same kind, the same kind of people! Are you still afraid to admit it?"

But no matter what Angeldale said, Willie just looked at her coldly. After she finished speaking, she said coldly: "...Don't you have your own dreams?"

Angeldale was stunned, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

"Don't you have anything you want to do? Don't you have your own goals and dreams? Is she the only one in your world? Whether she accepts me or not, what I'm going to do won't change. What about you? If she doesn't accept you, will you die? This is the biggest difference between you and me!"

With every word Velie uttered, Angeldale's face paled. Those words were like ice knives, piercing deep into her heart, one by one, along with the little witch's cold voice.

My goal, my dream?

What are my goals…what are my dreams?

Yeah, when did I stop having dreams? Was it when I realized as a child that I would always be living under my father's ever-present surveillance? Or when I knew I was going to marry the second prince of the kingdom?

A deep sense of sadness suddenly gripped Angeldel. She suddenly realized that before she met Charlene, she had felt nothing mattered. She had simply numbly attended one ball after another arranged by her father, donning the mask known as the "Pearl of the North."

But after meeting Charlotte, that short month brought her heart back to life. The nights filled with anticipation, the clear moonlight, the rose garden under the night sky, and the folded hands... Every minute and every second made her feel like she was in a dream, as if she had forgotten her own name and how small a birdcage her world was.

It was precisely because of this that she so persistently pursued that one-moon phantom. If she could not return to that moonlit rose garden, then her life, destined to be kept in a birdcage, would be better off ending right here.

Her whole body trembled, as if she had received some mysterious call. Angeldel suddenly raised her head and her eyes met those purple eyes.

At that moment, she suddenly realized—

Ah, am I such a pathetic existence in her eyes? Is everything I do so pathetic?

With just one look, all the crazy flames were extinguished, all the paranoid bubbles were shattered, the old paradise could never come back, and the devil's hell would not accept her.

Tears streamed down her face. At that moment, Angeldel wished she could die. The pain welling up in her heart was worse than a dagger piercing her chest.

"It seems that I don't need to say more." Shalelei sighed softly, turned around, and no longer looked at Angeldel's sad eyes.

"Go back, Anjie. I won't kill you, nor will I allow you to commit suicide. I won't turn you into a succubus, nor can I turn you into the phantom of your past. As for your treatment... I will naturally decide later. And remember, you still owe Isadore an apology."

She made a gesture to Isadore, and the little nun immediately understood. She pulled the nightgown out of Angeldel's arms, picked up the long dress on the ground, and stuffed it into Angeldel's arms.

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With a click, the door closed in front of Angeldale.

The door that Isadore had broken down had been repaired by Velie's spell and locked tightly. There was no arcane lock on it, but even if it was simply closed, Angeldel had lost the strength to push it open.

She returned to her room next door in a daze. A few maids were peeking out from the end of the corridor, but when they saw Angeldel, they retreated.

Were those maids succubi? Or ordinary people controlled by succubi? It didn't matter to Angeldale anymore.

There was no expression on her face, and traces of dried tears were still on her skin. She staggered back to the bed in a daze and sat on it with her knees hugged.

The words of Valerie and Salares still echoed in her mind like thunder. Countless frantic thoughts filled her heart.

What should I do? She thought over and over again, What should I do? Should I die? Should I die? What should I do? What is my dream? Should I atone for my sins? How should I atone for my sins? I—

——Xiaosha, what should I do?

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"Come, Isadore."

Hearing Sharlene's call, Isadore immediately jumped onto the bed nimbly, staring at her with her big crimson eyes filled with tears.

"You should know now, right? What you want to do..." Sharlene smiled gently and stroked her face.

"Yeah..." Isadore nodded vigorously and held Salare's hand. "I, I want to be the most important person by your side, Sister Sasha, no matter if I'm the Commander of the Holy Guard or a Knight of the Throne..."

But gradually, her eyes dimmed, and her small hand touched her chest, "But... I'm so scared, Sister Sasha. I'm scared... I'm scared that I won't be myself anymore... I've lost the recognition of the Holy Hammer, and I'm so scared... If I become that scary again..."

"It's okay, Isadore. Everyone becomes terrible sometimes. Hatred, anger, those dark emotions... everyone has them. I have them too, and you will too... but you know what? Sometimes, those who can resist these things aren't completely pure, those who have never been tainted by darkness."

Isadore raised her eyes in confusion. Salares gave her a forced smile.

Although Angeldale had left, the black tea she left behind was still actively making its presence felt. Holding Isadore's smooth, delicate hand, breathing in the scent of the two little succubi, Sharlele could even feel the subtle fluctuations of the girl's heat.

What kind of succubus created it was able to affect me...

But even though her whole body was burning with fire, she still persisted, staring into the little succubus's crimson eyes and finishing the words lingering in her heart.

"She's someone who understands hatred, someone who's been possessed by rage. She knows best... what it's like to be controlled by those dark things. So... it's okay, Isadore. I believe in you. No matter what you do, I... believe in you."

Gradually, Isadore's eyes were filled with tears.

"Lost the Hammer's approval? No, that matter is irrelevant. I know, I know, Isadore, that one day you will... you will regain its power. No, when that time comes, you will no longer need its approval. It is it that needs you to wield it."

"I knew this day would come. Because you are my first follower... the first person I met after coming here. My, first, first, my first... Isadore, I love you..."

The girl's gentle voice, mixed with rapid breathing, gradually filled her mind, repeating itself over and over again. Isadore's tears flowed like unstoppable pearls, one by one, streaming down her cheeks, spreading a bitter yet sweet taste between her lips and teeth.

The Holy Hammer. Moise. The city of Field. The people who had been sold. And the dark fire that burned within him the moment he swung the hammer.

All of this seemed to melt away in the gentle words, and tears flowed out of her heart one by one. The little girl could no longer control the throbbing in her heart, and she threw herself desperately into Charlotte's arms, crying bitterly.

Then, until she felt the soft, warm body in her arms begin to tremble and become hot.

"Sister Sasha...?"

Isadore looked up bewilderedly, only to see a pair of eyes burned red by flames. Then, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her, hugging her tightly.

I don’t know where Angeldale got this “absolutely effective” magic thing from, but it’s actually... quite effective.

"...Wait, wait! You two, just wait a moment!"

But the next moment, it was Willie's scream that rang out.

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She's not a virgin anymore! I wonder who would still say the Succubus Queen is a virgin! (Pointing everywhere)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 284: Then Come on, Too! (4k)

The little witch paddled her wheelchair hard to the bedside and threw herself out. She seemed to be aware of what was going to happen next. The little love succubus tail was stretched straight, her face flushed, and she waved her little hands in panic.

"Wait, wait! This isn't right! No way! Have you forgotten the 'request' you promised me? You—wow, you bad woman, you bad guy—!"

Willie screamed incoherently. She knelt on the bed and tried to separate Isadore and Salares, but her lower body was powerless and she fell onto the soft bed.

She struggled to straighten herself up, but was unable to do so for a moment. She blinked her red eyes at the two of them, and suddenly burst into tears without any warning.

——This girl had clearly told Angeldale, “Whether she accepts me or not, I won’t change what I’m going to do,” but now she has such an unpleasant look on her face.

Isadore stared blankly at the crying Willie, and a strange little flame gradually rose in her heart, a mixture of sourness, sweetness and inexplicable pleasure.

Liar. Liar. Miss Mirror is... a liar. A huge liar. She must feel the same way about Sister Sasha as I do. They're the same kind. They're the same kind.

"I don't intend to break my promise to you, my Willie..."

Sharlene's voice sounded softly, and the little witch stopped struggling and rolling, raised her head and looked up. A strange flame was burning in the purple eyes that were looking down at her.

Gradually, the light in Willie's eyes melted and turned into a pool of tearful spring water, flowing across her cheek.

"Did you...see it? Did you see...the North Star?" she suddenly said, letting the tears fall, but her lips were smiling.

"From the moment I saw you, the North Star has been in my eyes." Sharlele let go of Isadore and gently embraced her slender and light, feather-like body in her arms.

Willie closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as they fell onto Sallelei's shoulder. But she smiled, a contented, relieved smile. "Is that so... Then you have to... keep looking at that star."

Isadore, watching this scene from the sidelines, felt the small flame in her heart suddenly turn into a fierce, bitter flame of jealousy. She grabbed Salora's shoulders, her tail wagging, and demanded unreasonably, "Wh-what agreement? What kind of agreement did you two make without me knowing?"

Salleh was so annoyed by her that she had to turn around and whisper something in her ear. Willie's cheeks turned from red to white and then back to red. She closed her eyes fiercely and let out a sobbing sound that sounded like both crying and laughing.

After listening blankly, Isadore also stayed where she was.

So that's how it is. This damned Miss Mirror, that damned Willie, actually made such a pact with Sister Sasha. But what exactly is this "bad thing" she's talking about?

No, no matter what, as long as she comes with me, won’t it be a violation of the agreement?

"Then why don't you come too!"

Without thinking, these words came out of my mouth.

Velie's expression froze for a moment. She looked at Isadore, who looked as if it was a matter of course, in disbelief, then looked at Salaret with difficulty.

Then, she and Isadore saw almost at the same time that a strange smile suddenly appeared on that pretty face that was flushed red. The smile was so coquettish and charming that it almost made them stunned.

"It's... it's almost gone," Salleh mumbled softly, her voice trembling charmingly. Villiers and Isadore had never seen her lose control like this before. They were confused and moved, thinking frantically and half-heartedly: Ah, so this person, so this person can be like this, can also be like this—

"What's about to disappear?" Willie said in a trembling voice. And the next second, a pair of pitch-black demonic wings suddenly unfolded from behind Sharlele, enveloping them.

In the darkness, only the pair of bright purple eyes filled with spring light shone brightly.

“…My rationality.”

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And at this moment, in the other room.

Angeldale was barefoot, leaning against the wall, tears streaming down her face.

How could I do such a despicable thing? She kept asking herself over and over again, but she couldn't help herself and couldn't stop listening to the voice on the other side of the wall.

Even though her heart was in a mess, some secret desire still gripped her, causing her to disregard her dignity and shame as she pressed herself against the wall, listening greedily to the sounds coming from next door with her ears perked up.

What will they say and do after they leave?

Behind a wall is the moonlight belonging to those three people, the rose garden of those three people.

At the thought of this, Angeldale's heart felt as if it were being gnawed by countless insects and ants, tingling and aching, excruciating. What should she do? What should she do? She was completely bewildered and lost.

But it had nothing to do with her confused heart. Her body seemed to move on its own, sticking tightly to the wall, and concentrating all her strength on her ears.

Faintly, she heard Isadore's sobbing whispers, heard the little succubus pour out the dark emotions in her heart, heard Salaret gently comforting her, and heard those words—

"The people who can resist these things... are precisely those who understand the taste of hatred..."

It's almost like he's talking about himself.

But can I really break free? Can I really break free from the illusions of the past and find my own "goals" and "dreams" again?

Angeldale didn't know.

Then she heard the word "like" in Charlotte's soft but hoarse voice, but it was not directed at her.

Then, she also heard Sharlene softly speaking of her North Star—her North Star. Was that, like Angeldale's rose garden, a secret and sweet promise between her and another girl?

Then she suddenly realized that since some time ago, she could no longer hear any sound from behind the wall. It seemed as if the person in the opposite room had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

No, they definitely weren't asleep. How could they have fallen asleep like that? I was like a humbly crawling insect chasing a shooting star, greedily licking the stardust called "joy" that didn't belong to me, sprinkled from the sky.

But now, even the smallest fragments have completely disappeared.

“Hahaha…hahahaha…wuuu…wuuu…”

Then, the girl's own sobbing sounded in the room.

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next morning.

Sharlele slowly opened her eyes and looked out from the balcony at the city of Field shrouded in the dim morning light.

A strange feeling of comfort and satisfaction flowed through her body, like a person who had endured a long period of hunger and finally indulged in a feast. She felt that the whole world was brighter.

While enjoying this wonderful feeling of fullness, Sharlene let her thoughts drift away with the wind.

——God of love.

According to the information collected, this god is the god in charge of love, beauty and art, and desire is also within His jurisdiction.

According to the antler goddess Cornuna, the "blessing of joy" in her body is the power of the god of love, but it has a dark aura, which turned the ancient apostle of the god of love into the "succubus" of today.

In other words, this part of the power of Eros in your body should be more inclined towards "desire".