Succubus cannot be a saint

Hearing this, it was like a flash of lightning passing through Durenna's heart. Her heart was suddenly shocked: The Saint said that this is just the beginning... Her goal is far more than just this small town. She is a member of the Dravi family. If that's the case...

Durenna's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and the girl's gentle voice continued to echo in her ears.

"When the time is right, I will restore your knightly honor..."

"——Lady Saint!"

Hearing this, Durenna couldn't help but scream, and suddenly raised her head. A fragrant breeze blew around her, and Shalelei had already left, leaving only her back.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 29: Self-Destruction

After that, the night passed peacefully. No monsters attacked, and the guards guarding the wall suffered no casualties. Durenna, now a succubus, quietly returned to the lord's mansion, acting as a backup for Sharlele's actions.

If before, Shalelei had to worry about Derek's desperation and a super warrior like Durenna, who possessed a maximum combat power, in order to deal with him, now all obstacles to her control of Moon Spring Town had been removed. Even Durenna, the greatest source of instability, had become her confidant.

To her at this moment, Derek, who was still sleeping soundly in the lord's mansion, was no different from fish on the chopping board.

Now that all the conditions were met, Shalelei decided not to drag things out any further. The next morning, after leaving two nuns at the church to take care of Shalelei, she immediately brought the remaining succubi back to the lord's mansion.

Derek was still completely unaware, blissfully immersed in his sleep. When he was woken by his servant, he was immediately annoyed and confused. He scratched his head and couldn't figure out why this crazy daughter would come to visit so early in the morning.

After washing up and asking the maid to change his clothes, Derek remembered that Sally was critically ill.

"Miss Durenna, how is your sister?" He coughed and asked in a fake tone. In fact, he didn't care about Sally's life or death at all. He was just worried that Sally's death would drive Durenna completely mad and kill him, the "traitor who usurped the family territory."

But considering that Durenna had been relatively calm all morning, it seemed that Sally should be fine... Thinking of this, Derek secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As he expected, Durenna's voice soon came from outside the door.

"Thank you for your concern. Thanks to our Lord, Sally finally managed to get through this difficult time..."

Derek breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Praise the goddess! That's good, that's good... Ahem, once winter is over, I'll write to my brother and ask him to send that herbalist to personally treat Sally..." He chuckled, then suddenly remembered that Durenna was a believer in the God of War, and quickly added, "Praise the God of War, too."

Durenna outside the room didn't respond, and Derek never imagined that the "Lord" the female knight was referring to wasn't the God of War...

After washing and dressing, Derek brought Durenna and three guards to the reception room. Upon seeing Sharlene and the succubus nuns, the guards smiled. If Derek hadn't been there, they would have rushed forward to greet the "Saintess."

After exchanging a glance with Durenna, Sharlene stepped forward. After a few polite words, she clasped her hands in front of her chest and said with a smile:

"Today, besides continuing to pray for the injured, I also want to ask the Governor to stop collecting the so-called 'anti-mountain dweller tax.' I believe that with our efforts, the mountain dwellers and the people of the kingdom will be able to coexist peacefully..."

Derek's expression immediately changed as soon as these words came out. This was undoubtedly a dangerous signal. Previously, this woman had only been cultivating in the church, but this time, she was finally going to interfere with his management of Yuequan Town...

Staring at the gentle smiling face of the girl in front of him, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind - she was going to usurp his power, to attack him, and to drive him out as the chief steward!

Once this thought came to mind, it spread uncontrollably like a poisonous weed, filling his entire brain. Derek's pupils narrowed slightly as he stared at the girl in front of him, his body beginning to tremble.

No, we must fight back, we must fight back! We must keep the power in our hands!

"No, absolutely not!"

The anxiety, fear and anger in his heart grew more and more intense. Derek could no longer control himself and suddenly shouted loudly, which not only scared the guards, but even Durenna looked at him in surprise.

Veins bulged from the steward's forehead, his eyes bloodshot. "What nonsense! You don't know how to run a small town... What do those commoners know? The mountain folk... The mountain folk are just a bunch of barbaric and cold-blooded savages! I'm doing this for their own good!"

Salares seemed confused by Derek's sudden anger, but she maintained a gentle tone: "But you saw that they did lend a helping hand to your guards..."

"Yes, Master Steward!" a guard said subconsciously, "If it weren't for the mountain people's medicine, my brother would probably have died before returning to the lord's mansion..."

"Shut up! You bastards! You two brothers are traitors!" Derek suddenly became furious. The guard was startled and quickly lowered his head, but there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Sharlelei saw all this and a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips.

Yes, as early as when she and the succubi entered this lord's mansion... the enchantment had already begun.

However, her targets were different from those of the succubi. The succubus nuns, led by Opheline and Isadore, targeted the guards, while Sallelei targeted Derek himself.

Sharlene knew very well that her charm could not go against the will of the person being charmed. Since Derek would inevitably become hostile to her, there was no way to make him obey her.

But sometimes, it is necessary to "reverse" the thinking.

What if her allure didn't make Derek do what she said, but the opposite?

This was the strategy Shalelei had devised last night. Since she couldn't make Derek obediently serve her, she might as well let him attack her instead. Then, as a saint and a legitimate lord, she could strike back, forcing him to his own destruction.

By then, even if faced with questioning from Greystone Town or even the Dravi family, all the nuns, guards, and Durenna would be able to testify for him.

Well, it’s just a sting operation, just for fun.

This trick really worked wonders, and coupled with Derek's "Gift of Blasphemy", Sharlene's charm was like sailing with the current, stirring up emotions very smoothly, easily arousing Derek's anxiety and fear, and eroding his rationality bit by bit.

Seeing that Derek was about to lose his composure completely, Shailelei increased the supply of magic power and added fuel to the fire with her words.

"Sir, with all due respect, there's no such thing as a 'mountain dweller protection tax' under the kingdom's laws. Furthermore... Sir, the kingdom's laws stipulate that protecting one's own people is the nobles' duty..."

The girl's gentle voice echoed through the living room, but like a bloodless blade, it cut deep into Derek's chest. The repeated "Sir, the Steward" seemed to imply that he wasn't the official lord of this place, that he had no authority...

...She's coming to take over Yuequan Town! She's going to attack me!

Veins bulged on Derek's forehead and his breathing became increasingly rapid. He used the last of his rationality to suppress his anger, and his voice trembled.

"...That's wrong. The common people don't understand the barbarity and cold-bloodedness of those pagans. I have no choice but to send soldiers to patrol and monitor to ensure the peace of the people. Moreover, my guards also need salaries and military expenses, so I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure..."

"But before the monsters attacked, I didn't see any of your guards anywhere near the mountain dwellings. In fact, if it weren't for my persuasion, you wouldn't even want to move the guards away from your own mansion, right? So, where do the patrols come from?"

Sallelei still had a gentle smile on her face, but every word she spoke was heartbreaking. Derek's face grew paler and paler, then slowly turned ashen, and then reddened to purple...

"Or are you imposing this tax, which violates the kingdom's laws, simply to exploit the people and enrich yourself, Your Excellency, the General?"

Salaret stared into Derek's bloodshot eyes and said the last words calmly.

This was like the last straw that broke Derek's sanity. His face suddenly turned purple, the fear and anger in his chest swelled endlessly, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he roared madly -

"Sallelei Dravi! Don't think you can tell me what to do! You mad woman, don't even think about taking this territory from me... You, the three of you, and you, Durenna! Catch her! Take her down! She's a demon who's falsely claiming to be inspired by the goddess! A lunatic! A blasphemer!"

After squeezing the last bit of air from his lungs, Derek gasped for breath and sneered weakly.

Hehe...Shalelei Delavie, even if you are the daughter of a duke, you are just a crazy daughter. As long as I catch you and lock you up, and tell others that you have always been crazy, no one can shake my power... Hehe...

But soon, he felt something was wrong. The room was too quiet, without a single sound.

A sudden sense of foreboding rose in his heart, and he looked up abruptly. He saw the girl before him, her face filled with pity, only a faint cold glint flickering in her deep purple eyes. Behind her, the nuns, whose beauty was so extraordinary that it seemed unnatural, looked up at him with a half-smile.

He turned his head sharply. Although the three guards had their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists, they remained motionless, staring at him coldly. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at Durenna. The female knight looked at him with contempt.

"You...why don't you move! Why don't you move! Damn it! Why don't you move! Move!" Derek took a few steps back, knocking over a chair, and roared at the top of his lungs.

As soon as Sallelei took a step, the man seemed to be frightened and screamed "Ah" with his voice breaking.

"Can I take it that... your words mean you are betraying me... betraying your legitimate lord, the one who granted this territory by Duke De Lavie... Sharlele De Lavie?"

Salares walked gently towards Derek, her face gradually shrouded in a layer of shadow, only her purple eyes flashed with a terrifying glimmer.

"My knights and my loyal guards, can you help me capture this villain who betrayed his lord, violated the laws of the kingdom, and disrespected the goddess?"

As the girl whispered softly, Derek saw that the guards who were supposed to obey his orders suddenly turned their heads and fixed their angry gazes on him.

Then, he looked at Durenna with the last hope, but immediately afterwards, his heart fell into a deeper abyss.

His guard, the one who had lost her family, territory and glory; the one who depended on him like a stray dog ​​and had to rely on the medicine in his hand to keep her sister alive; the poor, humble woman, at this moment, had a contemptuous smile and the pleasure of revenge on her face, and slowly drew the sword from her waist.

The next second, the cold sword was placed on his neck.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 30: Salary Payment

The servants in the lord's mansion would never have guessed what had happened in the short ten minutes or so since Miss Sharlelei entered the reception room.

What they saw was that Butler Derek, in contrast to his previous arrogant and domineering behavior, had a dejected look on his face and kept muttering "Impossible, impossible..." as he was escorted by his three private soldiers to the dungeon of the lord's mansion.

The three guards' faces were beaming with pious and joyful smiles.

What on earth is going on?

Immediately, a beautiful nun came out and summoned all the servants, errand boys, and guards in the mansion. Soon, the even more beautiful, even radiant Miss Sallelei Delavie appeared before them.

"My people." Surrounded by nuns, the girl clasped her hands together before her chest and faced the faces filled with fear and anxiety. "Hardworking and kind-hearted citizens of the kingdom. I am your lord, Sharlelei Delavé."

"By the grace of the goddess, I have regained my sanity and punished Steward Derek Warlo for his evil deeds. He violated the laws of the kingdom, levied arbitrary taxes, and provoked conflicts between the townspeople and the mountain folk. I have stripped him of his position as Steward and imprisoned him."

Just as Salares had expected, these words didn't stir much. The servants' expressions were numb and indifferent. Neither the change of lord nor the so-called laws of the kingdom resonated with them. They were already straining their lives, and they didn't have the energy to dwell on such distant, intangible things.

Sharlelei smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and then spoke loudly again.

"Therefore, I declare that the 'Mountaineer Anti-Tax' issued by Derek Volo will be permanently abolished from today onwards, and all your debts to Derek Volo and the Lord of Moon Spring Town will be forgiven and written off!"

After these words were spoken, a silence ensued. The servants and guards looked at each other, unable to believe it was true.

Many of them were originally residents of Yuequan Town and were self-employed farmers. However, because Derek used various means to take away their land and incurred false "debts", they had to come to the lord's mansion to work and repay their debts.

And this is what they really care about. Compared with the illusory laws of the kingdom, this is what is truly related to their own interests.

"Besides that, I will immediately pay each of you an extra month's salary, without any deductions." She said in a clear voice, "Who is the housekeeper?"

"I...I am." A man with gray hair and dressed more elegantly than the others walked out and answered in a trembling voice.

"Go to the warehouse now and pay all the servants and guards in the lord's mansion." Sharlene said softly, then winked at Ophelin and whispered, "Go with him and remember what I told you." The nun immediately understood.

It wasn't until the butler sleepwalked away with Ophelin that everyone regained consciousness, staring at each other. Suddenly, a guard shouted, "Lady Saint! Long live the Lady Saint!" Suddenly, everyone erupted in cheers like a tsunami.

"Long live the Saint Lady! Long live the Saint Lady!"

Sallelei smiled and raised her hand. The voices gradually faded away. Then she said, "You can go to the steward to collect your money now. But I ask that you be quiet, line up, and don't fight. Those who violate the rules will not be allowed to take the money. You, and you, can you two help me maintain order?"

The last sentence was addressed to the two guards. They stared at her beautiful face in a daze for two seconds before they reacted and hurriedly bowed to obey orders.

Watching the crowd leave in an orderly manner under the command of the guards, Sharlele turned around, and Isadore came up behind her quietly without her knowing.

Salaret bent down and pinched the little succubus's face, which was flushed with excitement. "See? This is the power of 'us', the power of the succubus..."

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That day, Sharlele and the succubus nuns worked until nightfall. This made her sigh, as a saying from her previous life on Earth said: construction is far more difficult than destruction. In fact, even simply maintaining the status quo is much more difficult than destruction.

Assimilating the nuns into succubi brought Sharlelei not only succubus subordinates and magic power, but more importantly - she had a group of literate and counting civil servants who could take over the various statistical and management tasks in Yuequan Town.

Although based on her experience in her previous life, these nuns who "only knew how to read" could not be considered qualified clerical staff, it was better than nothing.

"God gave me the power to turn people into succubi, but I used them to rob houses and keep accounts..."

The nuns never imagined that after receiving the grace of the Saint and transforming into succubi, the first thing they would do would be... to settle accounts.

Inventorying the warehouse, distributing salaries, and checking accounts—all these complicated tasks were only halfway done by the evening. Fortunately, Moon Springs was a small town; if it were a large town like Graystone, Derek's hometown, it would probably take a whole week to be busy.

Therefore, when Sharlelei came to the warehouse in the evening, what she saw were the working succubi lying beside the long table that was put together in a hurry, with death-like faces.

"Lady Saint..." Ophelin, looking tired, walked over and handed over a thick account book. Sharlelei took it and glanced at it. "How is the situation?"

"Derek brought some clerical staff from Greystone Town, and the sisters have already taken them under control," Ophelin said, "but Derek has been keeping in touch with the Volo family through correspondence. I'm afraid we..."

Sharlele nodded. She knew she couldn't keep her actions against Derek secret for much longer. Derek had always maintained close contact with the Volo family and would regularly return to Greystone for short stays. If he didn't return for too long, the Volo family would surely become suspicious.

At this critical juncture of the monster invasion, if the Volo family were to cause further complications, who knows how much trouble would ensue. Therefore, Sharlele decided to suppress the news for as long as possible. Once she had dealt with the monsters, she would deal with Graystone Town and the Volo family.

"I understand. For now, let's pretend that Derek is still in the lord's mansion and everything is normal. Try to prevent any leaks of information. Those clerical staff in Greystone Town are still useful, so let them continue to work, but keep a close eye on them."

Sharlelei flipped through the account books. After a preliminary inventory by the succubus nuns, the storeroom contained one box of the kingdom's gold coins, three boxes of silver coins, and six boxes of copper coins, with a total value of approximately 800 gold coins. In addition, there was also some cloth, salt, and some weapons and equipment. As for the more important food reserves, they had not yet been counted.

"These should be Derek's own assets and his exploitation of Yuequan Town in the past few years. He is quite capable to be able to make so much money from a small and poor place with a population of only more than 2,000 people." Shalelei calculated silently in her heart and set her sights on weapons and equipment.

"Eighteen crossbows, a number of crossbow arrows, thirty-two sets of leather armor, short swords, long swords, spears, and a number of hammers... but no chain mail or plate armor."

But it makes sense. Derek is just the second son of a baron. Even with the backing of the Volo family, the resources he can access are limited. Moreover, his baron brother is not confident that his younger brother will be in charge of dozens of suits of armor...

After reading these records, Sharlelei thought of something else. "Aren't there any magical materials in the warehouse? Like magic crystals or something like that?"

"No..." Ophelin said with difficulty. "Originally, there are no minerals near Moon Spring Town, and no magic crystals are produced. And the largest magic crystal vein nearby is located in Graystone Town..."

"Graystone Town again... I understand." Shalelei sighed, "Get out the crossbows and arrows. It's time to show those monsters the power of human long-range weapons."

Ophelin nodded, but did not move. Instead, she looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. "Um, Saint..."

"what happened again?"

"Please take Isadore away..." Ophelin pointed towards the warehouse with a dead look in her eyes. "She's only causing trouble here. All the accounts she was given to calculate were wrong. We had to check them all over again..."

Sharlelei followed her finger, scanning the faces of the succubus nuns with deathly expressions, and finally landing on the little nun. The little boar was sitting in a corner of the storeroom, writing something on the wall with a charcoal pencil, its fair face covered with streaks of soot.

After hearing what Opheline said, she turned her head pitifully and shrank her neck. And Sharlene saw the crooked words she wrote on the wall:

“13+27=29”.

Salaret: “…………”