Succubus cannot be a saint

"You... are right. I am not only pitiful, but also pathetic... I'm sorry, Isadore." She smiled sadly at herself and shook her head.

Isadore blinked and looked at Salare, seemingly asking her if she wanted to turn Angeldel into a succubus. After all, in the eyes of the little nun, the ball of light on this poor older sister's head was so bright that it was burning.

Noticing her gaze, Sharlene smiled and shook her head.

Just like she said—everyone who wanted to become a succubus was trying to get something from her. Perhaps it was the liberation of desire, or a complete transformation... But what Angeldel wanted was something that neither she nor succubus could give her.

"I won't say anything like 'Let's get along' to you. That's meaningless." Seeing that Isadore and Willie had stopped talking, Sallelei said, "Anyway, Anjie... Miss Dale's current status is that she is our insider and collaborator. Is that okay with you?"

"Oh, I understand. She wants to rape someone." Isadore suddenly realized.

Villie couldn't help herself and turned around to laugh wildly. Salarei tried so hard to hold back her laughter that she almost got a stitch in the side. Angeldel was confused at first, then stunned, muttering to herself in a low voice, "Ah? Rape? What is a rapist? Am I...am I a rapist?"

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After finally finishing breakfast, they left the room. The cathedral was now largely occupied by succubi, so Sallelei and the others didn't hide their horns and tails.

Sallelei pushed Willie's wheelchair, while Isadore clung to her side, their succubus tails tangled together, swaying back and forth. Willie, sitting in the wheelchair, seemed a little dissatisfied, turning back from time to time to look at the two of them pressed together, her cheeks puffed up.

Isadore thought for a moment, then suddenly took a few quick steps forward and placed her finger on Willie's cheek. As the little witch turned back, she was poked in the cheek. Her eyes widened in shock, her pointed ears pricked slightly, and her tail stretched straight.

After seeing Isadore's smiling face, the little witch immediately let out an angry cat-like cry. Isadore, taking advantage of her limited mobility, ran behind Salerle with a sweet smile and poked her head out. Willie glared at her for a long moment before snorting and turning away.

But soon, she felt someone patting her shoulder, and when she turned around unhappily, someone poked her cheek again. This time, she saw Sharlene's smiling eyes.

Two succubi, one big and one small, huddled together, looking at her with a smile. Realizing that she had been fooled twice, Velie immediately became furious and started chasing the two bad guys in her wheelchair in the narrow corridor.

Amidst all the noise, only Angeldale stood alone, watching them laughing and playing. For a moment, she felt that she couldn't laugh. She felt sad inside, but she couldn't cry either. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she didn't know how to react.

Soon, someone came walking quickly at the end of the corridor. It was the president of the Battle Sisters, Irenne.

"Lady Saint!" Seeing Shalelei from afar, Irenne's emerald eyes lit up with joy. She quickly took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully, but soon she realized that Shalelei and the other three were all in their succubus form, while Angeldel was clearly human.

"Lady Saint, this is..." She was a little confused, but Salares smiled and said, "It's okay, Anjie already knows about us."

"Ah, so that's how it is! Have you become a follower of the Master as well?"

Irennie was startled for a moment, then smiled brightly, as if spring water had broken through the ice. The enchanting and charming smile made Angeldel stunned.

After being rescued and brought back to Field, she had seen the head nun before. At that time, Irennie was still a cold and somewhat rigid woman. Not only was her dress conservative, but she was also not so pretty.

But now, Irene's skin is fair and translucent, her facial features are free of flaws, and there is a touch of wonderful and gorgeous charm in her every move, which makes her, a fellow woman, stare at her in amazement.

"Master... Master?" Angeldel looked bewildered, while Irenne had already walked over quickly and shook her hand enthusiastically.

"I can see that you haven't received the master's blessing yet, right? But it's okay, please take this!"

As she spoke, the nun pulled out a thin handwritten booklet from her bosom and carefully placed it in Angeldale's hands. The words "The Words of the Saint" were clearly written on the cover.

"As long as you sincerely believe in the great Master and face your desires honestly, you will surely be assimilated by the Master, become a Succubus, and experience that wonderful feeling! Then you will know how boring and inconvenient the human body is, and how wonderful it is to be assimilated into a Succubus..."

Angeldale held the booklet blankly, listening to Irennie's preaching like a fanatical cultist, her eyes almost turning into mosquito coils.

"By the way, please come and attend our mass! Tonight, sisters will be assimilated by the Berea sisters. Please be sure to come and witness the wonderful moment of their sublimation from human to succubus..."

Irene was still chattering excitedly and devoutly, and Salares didn't know what expression to make.

"Alright, alright, I'll take care of the ceremony. You just stop preaching, Irennie..." She interrupted Irennie's preaching with a helpless smile, took the booklet from Angeldel's hand and flipped through it.

As expected, it contained some of the sentimental lines he had said to Berea, Irenne, and the nuns.

For example, "Come and kneel before me and swear to submit to me. I will allow your desires and liberate your hearts", "Do you believe in the Holy Light or the Commandments?", and "Isn't it great that you can continue to fight for the Holy Light and experience pleasure at the same time?"

Under Angeldel's strange gaze, Salares laughed dryly and stuffed the booklet back into her hands.

This time I really became the leader of a cult...

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I've been trying hard to squeeze out my saved draft time these past few days to write this short extra chapter, so why don't you give me some money and razor blades! (holds out his hand)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 287: Our Saint and Savior

"The 'thing' I gave you to drink was bought from an alchemist in the Barony of Miles."

Walking down the corridor of the cathedral, Angeldale whispered, a blush tinging her fair cheeks. "I found a flaw in the guards watching me, snuck out, and used their secret communication channels to find him on the black market."

"Haven't you been under surveillance all the time? How do you know their contact channels?" asked Salercic.

"I... have my own methods. And the servants who monitor me are just ordinary people after all. They can't be completely foolproof." Angeldel coughed lightly. "Anyway, that's the way it is... Are you interested in that 'thing'?"

As she spoke, she secretly raised her head and glanced at Sharlene.

Interested? Shalelei smiled bitterly in her heart. That thing was made by my unknown people...

But she did not tell Angeldale about this. Instead, she asked for the alchemist's contact information in detail and asked her nun to give Tabby Cat a new task, and let her be responsible for finding him.

But even so, she still had no hope of finding this alchemist.

After all, Baron Miles was one of the first nobles to be infiltrated by the Nightmare Cult and the Dark Mother of Plenty Cult, leading to their rebellion. After this series of upheavals, his domain was already in turmoil. Even if the alchemist hadn't died, he'd probably already fled and disappeared.

This world is not modern Earth. It does not have such a complete household registration system and monitoring facilities. This person ran into the chaotic Western Territory, just like a drop of water merging into the ocean. How could he be so easy to find?

But even if it's difficult to find, he has to search. After all, it's one of his own kind, a succubus that existed in this world. Perhaps he can follow the clues and find some clues about the Black Ark. Of the three major cults, this demon-worshiping cult is the most secretive.

When they arrived at the study, a nun was already waiting there with documents in her hands. Seeing Sallelei, she hurried forward.

"Lady Saint, the messenger has brought news that the Pope's envoy from Holy Flame Castle is expected to arrive in three days."

Sharlelei took the letter from the nun's hand, glanced at it, then raised her head and smiled slightly.

"I understand. Then, it's time to get His Eminence the Archbishop out of prison."

Angeldel remained silent. She looked up at the girl before her, gazing at her calm and confident smile. Suddenly, a mixture of emotions welled up in her. Somehow, she recalled the scene from last night.

"——Nice to meet you, Anjie."

First time meeting...

As she silently recited these words, her heart suddenly trembled.

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Field City Magicians Association, Magic Archives Counter.

"Hello, are you here to submit your spell file?" Hearing the footsteps approaching, the mage apprentice behind the counter immediately raised his head and looked at the young female mage in front of him. Judging from the badge she was wearing, she should be a novice mage.

The latter gave him a forced smile and said, "No... I'm here to apply... um, to move the spell knowledge I submitted. I want to move it from the points area... to the public area."

"...Huh?" The apprentice was stunned and confirmed again and again that the wizard really wanted to reveal his spells for free.

After completing the relevant formalities, he watched the relieved female mage leave and sighed with a complicated expression.

This is the third magician who has applied to make his spells available free of charge during this period of time.

Since the establishment of the Magic Archives, the entire structure of the Mage Association has changed. Not only has a large area in the main hall been allocated for handling archive-related business, but even the spirit of the mages has changed.

In the past, this place was more like an unpopular club or a bar. Occasionally, nobles and celebrities would come here to hire wizards and buy daily magical items. As for foreign wizards who came to register their identities, arrange for accommodation, and ask for letters of introduction, there were even fewer.

But it's different now.

The bulletin board in the hall displayed information about the current research being conducted within the association. Mages bustled about busily, submitting spell information, applying for reading permissions, requesting labs and research materials, and even discussing various magical knowledge and research reports in their spare time...

It was as if the entire Mage Association had come alive.

The apprentice even saw his mentor and another wizard discussing a problem with each other and arguing heatedly. He even applied for a laboratory and demonstrated spells to the other party on the spot.

And they are even members of the "Multi-Spell Coexistence" research group.

You have to know that these two people have always been at odds with each other. They have different teachers and personalities, and they don't like each other. Not to mention discussing issues together, they don't even want each other to see them casting spells, for fear that the other party will steal a trick from them.

But now, in order to earn enough points to see "Filannia's Notes", they willingly joined the same research group, and even began to exchange research experiences with each other in order to advance the research progress.

This was simply unimaginable before.

And... the changes don't stop there.

Not long ago, the first wizard who decided to make his magical knowledge public for free said these words in front of everyone in the hall.

"After reading Miss Vera Valindiya's notes, I realized that compared to her research, the spells I mastered were nothing more than child's play. Since she was willing to share her spells for free, how could I be qualified to charge others for my own insignificant research?"

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Standing at the door of the association hall, bathed in the cool breeze, the female mage took a deep breath and suppressed her somewhat excited mood.

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came to her ears.

"Hello, Miss Mage."

The sorceress turned around and saw a nun from the temple. Her neckline was very low, revealing a hint of her cleavage, and the slits on the side of her skirt were also very high, revealing her plump thighs wrapped in white stockings.

Seeing this strange and sexy outfit, the female wizard was stunned for a moment - but it was said that this was a trend started by the Saint's dress, and even the stockings were brought to Field by the Saint.

Moreover, that gentleman also donated a lot of things to the Mage Association, and even wore those strange socks called "stockings" under his own mage robe.

"Hello, Sister. What can I do for you?" the sorceress asked cautiously.

While the relationship between the Church of Light and the mages wasn't hostile, it wasn't particularly harmonious either. It was unlikely that a nun would proactively greet a mage on the street.

But recently, the Saint proposed the magic archive, and the Archbishop provided a lot of support to the association, so the nuns have appeared more frequently in the association, and the mages are too soft-hearted to say much.

"Nothing special, huhu..." The nun covered her mouth and chuckled. There was an indescribable charm in her every move, and even the female mage of the same sex couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Moreover, this nun also exuded a familiar fragrance, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the "Archbishop's Special Wine" sent by the Saint Lady...

Feeling dizzy, the nun approached the female mage with a smile as beautiful as a flower, whispering softly with a breath as fragrant as orchid.

"Do you have a moment? Please allow me to introduce you to our great Saint and Savior..."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 288: The Secret Gathering of Succubi

Am I... encountering a missionary?

The female mage felt both amused and confused. When she thought about herself, a mage, being caught on the road and forced to preach by nuns from the Church of Light, she felt a sense of absurdity.

"Miss Mage, we have a special evening prayer tonight. Are you interested in attending?"

But before she could come to her senses, the nun was staring at her with a smile. Somehow, the female mage's mind suddenly felt dizzy, and she asked inexplicably, "Is it... the Saint Lady who presided over this?"

The nun was startled for a moment, then smiled an even more charming and beautiful smile. "No, unfortunately, it's not. The Saint is busy with her duties, and this evening prayer will be presided over by her Holy Guard, Lady Isadore."

Ah... that little nun who always accompanies the Saint? The sorceress blinked, her thoughts becoming somewhat dulled. But regardless, this kind of religious gathering had nothing to do with her as a sorceress.

She was about to refuse when the nun smiled and said, "But it is said that Miss Vera Valindiya will attend the ceremony..."

The female mage was stunned.

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That night, following the address given by the nun, the sorceress Claire came to a small church next to the cathedral.

To her surprise, there were already hundreds of believers gathered here, including aristocratic women from Field's upper-class society, female teachers wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and even textile workers and maids who had not taken off their aprons.

Why...are all these people women?

The female mage Claire was a little confused. She turned around in the crowd and glanced at a team of female knights of the Radiant Feathers who were maintaining order. She was somewhat surprised to find a familiar face.

"...Norma?"

Norma is the apprentice of another wizard in the association. She is a little girl with no talent. Her natural magic control ability is weaker than others. In the words of the wizards, she is a "half-waste stone", only slightly better than the "waste stone" that has magic control ability but no magic power.

In Claire's memory, Norma was more like a maid than her mentor's apprentice. She just ran errands all day long and learned almost no serious magical knowledge. Even her spell book was bound with old scrolls and waste pages from her mentor and other students.

After all the believers arrived, the nuns and knights closed the door, and the hall of the chapel darkened briefly, but then, candles were lit out of thin air, lighting up one after another, and the flames of just the right brightness filled the space.

It wasn't too bright, maintaining just the right amount of hazy and dim, yet still bright enough to make it hard to see. Strangely, the candles were all deep purple, their flames tinged with a faint purple-pink edge. A strange aroma permeated the hall, its sweet, refreshing fragrance lingering in her nose, making Claire's head begin to feel dizzy.

Is this...some kind of drug? Claire, relying on the mental strength of a novice mage, managed to stay awake, a sinister thought suddenly forming in her mind. But at that moment, a nun stood in her way.

"...!"

The nun in front of him was vaguely the same one from the daytime, but now she was dressed even more revealingly and boldly. The neckline of her low-cut nun's uniform was open all the way to the edge of her chest. Her plump, snow-white breasts were barely hidden by the cloth embroidered with the Holy Symbol of Light. The slit in her skirt was also open all the way to her hips, and her deep groin could be vaguely seen...

"It's just ordinary incense for calming the nerves. Please don't be nervous, Miss Claire."

The nun spoke slowly, her voice soft and charming, and a strange red light flickered in the depths of her eyes. Claire was shocked, and the vigilance in her heart softened involuntarily. She continued to think about the nun's words in a daze.

Yes, it's just ordinary incense, nothing wrong with it. And, it smells so good, I want to keep smelling it...

"It seems you already understand, Miss Mage. Then the prayer is about to begin. Please join us in offering your all to the Supreme Queen..."

The sorceress's gentle breath echoed in Claire's ears. She had completely fallen into a trance, her chest heaving violently. Under the temptation of the charming voice and the sweet fragrance that permeated her heart, she couldn't help but murmur repeatedly: "To Her Majesty the Queen... I offer everything I have..."

——Soon, the "prayer" began.