Succubus cannot be a saint

The first to arrive at the center of the hall were a group of petite girls in pure white dresses. The youngest of them was only ten years old, and the oldest could not have been more than fourteen. Their pure and beautiful young faces, illuminated by the enchanting candlelight, appeared exceptionally innocent, like little angels descended to earth.

Soon, these little angels clasped their hands over their chests, revealing charming smiles that belied their age. They exuded both innocence and allure, and their incredible charm instantly captured Claire's heart, leaving her staring at them intently, unwilling to even blink.

Then, the melodious and ethereal hymn resounded throughout the hall. However, in this innocent childish voice, there was a hint of coquettishness and beauty, which subtly tickled the hearts of every listener.

Claire was completely immersed in this beautiful song. For a moment, she felt as if she was in the clouds, surrounded by those pure angels. All the pores in her body were opened, and she was immersed in the warm and comfortable feeling. It was indescribably wonderful.

After the song was over, the believers were still immersed in the gentle aftertaste, unable to extricate themselves, while the beautiful little angels left the high platform in the center of the hall with smiles, and another petite figure walked up.

That is... Lord Isadore, the chief of the Holy Guards of the Saint Lady.

Claire looked at the little nun standing on the platform in a trance, thinking vaguely.

At that moment, Isadore, standing on the platform, wore clothes nearly identical to those of the nuns below. Naturally, her small breasts couldn't support the drapes covering them, but her delicate curves held a unique charm. And beneath the thin black fabric, a lily pattern shone through her flat, taut abdomen, gleaming a seductive pink-purple glow.

"Welcome, sisters, to the sacred Cradle of Delight."

Isadore clasped her hands together in front of her chest, seemingly presiding over this ceremony for the first time. Her face flushed with a dreamy smile. "Here, you will forget your worries, your fatigue, and your pain, because our Savior, our noble Saint, will be with you."

"Well, before we begin the prayers—are there any sisters here for the first time? Please come forward."

As soon as she finished speaking, the nun beside Claire gave her a gentle nudge with a smile. Claire instinctively took a few quick steps, her steps somewhat unsteady as she pushed through the crowd and arrived in front of Isadore.

Around her were more than twenty women, including noble ladies, wealthy ladies, ordinary working women, and even rural peasant women. Their faces were filled with smiles of trance, joy, and reverence, and the light in their eyes seemed to melt.

"New sisters, you are blessed, because the Saint will soon bestow wonderful blessings upon you all equally through our hands..."

On the high platform, the young and green nun clasped her hands together, lowered her brows and smiled, her little face filled with indescribable holiness... and charm.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 289: Do you also want to be "sublimated"?

Amidst Isadore's gentle and melodious whispers, the nuns gathered around, each of them gently dipping their slender hands into the holy water in the silver basin. The believers involuntarily raised their heads, and even Claire, who had always been quite dismissive of religious beliefs, followed suit.

Cold hands touched their foreheads and cheeks, sending a slight tingling sensation through their wet skin. Then, the nuns' charming smiles widened before them, and as their lips pressed against their foreheads, a strange warmth flowed through their bodies.

Although the believers present were unaware of it, the succubus nuns, including Isadore, clearly saw that the pink marks representing the gift of blasphemy appeared on the back of the necks of the believers who had received the "blessing".

Afterward, booklets titled "The Words of the Saint" were distributed to the people. The young nun on the stage began her sermon, her voice rhythmic, clear, and melodious. Gradually, Claire's consciousness fell into a trance, her mind filled only with Isadore's chanting. The words in the Words of the Saint, unknowingly, seeped into the depths of her soul.

"Knowing the beauty of the female body, facing one's own desires frankly, and freeing oneself from boring rules and constraints..."

"Control your desires, rather than being controlled by them. The true meaning of desire is to please yourself while also making others happy..."

"To demand from others for one's own desires is not the righteous path taught by the Saint. Love is about giving and caring..."

"You must believe in the sacred Silver Lily, because the Saint is the master of your desires and the shaper of your love..."

Under the illumination of pink and purple candlelight, with the clear and melodious chanting like a yellow oriole, as the Book of the Holy Scriptures turned to the last page, the indescribably beautiful sermon also came to an end.

Claire opened her eyes and suddenly found that they were filled with tears. An indescribable desire suddenly arose in her heart - she wanted to continue listening to this wonderful sermon and let her heart bathe in the sacred words of the Saint.

"And today, sisters, we welcome a brand new compatriot—"

Isadore's voice gradually became higher and higher, teasing the hearts of the believers. Even Claire's mood could not help but become excited, although she had no idea what the "compatriots" that the Holy Guard leader meant.

However, the nuns' faces were filled with joyful smiles, while the senior believers showed envy and jealousy.

"...Come, lovely Norma, come forward, you will usher in a great sublimation and become one of us..."

Isadore, perched on the high platform, extended her hand. Her beautiful emerald eyes had somehow turned a seductive, sinister crimson, and the corners of her lips curled slightly. As she pronounced the name, almost everyone's gaze focused on the little girl in the crowd.

As for Claire, she was extremely shocked.

—Norma? That apprentice Norma? She… had she been a member of this gathering long before me?

Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and at this moment, Norma had walked step by step to the front of the stage, and like a true believer, she knelt down at Isadore's feet.

"As the chief of the Holy Guards of Her Majesty the Saint, I will grant you assimilation, Norma. Are you willing to devote your whole body and soul to Her Majesty the Saint?" Isadore said softly, looking lovingly at the girl kneeling at her feet.

She knew everything about Norma's lack of control over magic and the fact that she could only do odd jobs for her mentor.

But now, everything will be different.

Willie's magic archive will give all apprentices equal opportunities to learn magic - no member of the association has the right to prevent other members from applying for public magical knowledge. This is the first and most important rule when the archive was established.

As for the apprentice girl's magic control ability, it will also be supplemented by the blessing of the succubus.

She will be reborn and become a new self.

"I... I am willing. I am willing to dedicate my whole heart to the Saint and become her believer and follower..."

Norma said in a trembling voice, her young face showing a mixture of ecstasy, excitement, piety and trance. She looked at Isadore's blurry figure with tears in her eyes. Incomparable joy and expectation echoed in her body, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

"Then, on behalf of our Saint and Savior, I will grant you assimilation."

Isadore lowered her eyes and smiled. At that moment, the little nun actually possessed a certain sacred and solemn maternal aura. She cut her finger with a silver knife and gently lowered her wrist. Norma knelt before her, opened her little mouth, and extended her tender pink tongue, devoutly catching the drop of crimson blood.

Then, she suddenly trembled, hugged her body with her arms, and made a sound that sounded like crying and joy. Under the gaze of the believers filled with envy, shock and joy, Norma screamed suddenly, her body stretched out, a pair of small horns like a sheep grew from her head, and a slender heart-shaped tail protruded from under her skirt.

The girl slowly stood up and turned around. At the same time, a cry of surprise resounded like the sound of the ocean waves.

Just like an ugly duckling turning into a white swan, Norma now exudes amazing charm and beauty. Her dark and rough skin has become smooth and white, her facial features are regular and pretty, and her beautiful eyes are flashing with a crimson devilish light. The girl's youthful temperament and charming evil spirit are mixed together, showing an amazing devilish charm.

As a mage, Claire recognized it at a glance - the Norma in front of her had transformed from a human into a succubus.

But... why? Why can humans become succubi? What's going on? Could it be that the Saint Lady—

However, before she could continue thinking, a pair of soft hands held her cheeks, and her eyes suddenly met a pair of evil and charming crimson eyes.

A nun held her face in her hands, a pair of devilish horns slowly growing from her head. Her captivating red eyes seemed to draw Claire's gaze in, and her charming voice seemed to echo and vibrate directly in the sorceress's brain.

"Why should I be surprised? Isn't this a wonderful thing? Little Norma has become a succubus, gaining beauty, knowledge, and power. She has shed her inconvenient human body and ascended to our ranks... Look, she's so happy..."

"Becoming a succubus... is a wonderful thing...?"

Claire muttered to herself, her mind a blur. Isadore's sermons, the words in the sacred text, the succubus's whispers, and Norma's joyful laughter not far away, all played a beautiful and charming song in her heart, pulling her consciousness down, and down again...

"Becoming a succubus is a wonderful thing... I want to strive for assimilation and perfect my faith in the Saint..."

Gradually, the light in the eyes of the female sorceress completely faded. She kept repeating it, with a silly, trance-like smile on the corner of her mouth, and the mark of blasphemy on the back of her neck also lit up with a faint light.

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"hiss……"

The night wind blew, and Claire shuddered violently, subconsciously clamping her legs together.

She was walking on the way home. The dreamlike gathering had long ended, but her heart was still immersed in incomparable satisfaction and joy.

In her arms lay the booklet titled "The Words of the Saint," and in her mind echoed the admonitions given by Lady Isadore to all the believers before the end of the rally.

First, never tell anyone you cannot trust anything about the Saint's faith.

Second, girls are beautiful.

Third, you must believe in the Saint with all your heart and work tirelessly to be assimilated into a succubus.

"Lady Sharlele, our... Saint and Savior, the only being worthy of faith..."

The sorceress murmured, an involuntary pious smile on her face, her hands clasped together before her chest. She secretly decided in her heart that she would attend the next gathering no matter what.

At the same time, she also wanted to share the Saint's faith with her friends, not only to let them understand this wonderful faith, but also to bring her own day as a succubus closer.

As for whether Miss Vera Valindiya came to the ceremony or not, it was no longer important.

And this was just one of the many "Cradles of Pleasure" that took place every night. The succubi's corruption of Field City and the kingdom's western border continued unnoticed...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 290: The Pope's Emissary

Three days later, the Pope's envoy from the Holy Flame Castle in the southern border arrived in Field as promised and delivered the official canonization document to the new saint.

The grand canonization ceremony was held as scheduled, and Archbishop Raymond also appeared at the ceremony. The archbishop was as high-spirited as before, speaking in a powerful voice and with a confident smile on his face.

The nobles and celebrities of Field City who came to the scene breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the energetic archbishop, and most of their doubts disappeared - it turned out that just as the daughter of the Northern Duke said, the archbishop had not participated in social events for a long time because he really was going to wipe out the remnants of the Black Wing Society, and not because something happened.

Although Whitham and other members of the Cathedral were also surprised that Archbishop Raymond was still safe and sound, after thinking about it, they could only believe that the fallen archbishop had secretly signed some kind of contract with the Saint.

In other words, he still served as the archbishop in public, attending various important social events. However, the real control of the cathedral was held by this chosen saint. As a bargain, the Saint would not report any evidence of his crimes to the Vatican.

The Archbishop clearly had the upper hand over the situation, but he remained calm and composed, and even his eyes were more upright and clear than before. Whitham felt puzzled, but he could only admire his thick skin.

After all, being able to secretly communicate with the Black Wing Society and at the same time be the archbishop who leads the parishioners requires a thick skin.

Only the Saint and her succubi knew that the Archbishop was no longer the "Archbishop" he used to be.

At the same time, during this grand canonization ceremony, the Archbishop also announced a piece of news - that is, the Saint will be inaugurated as the "Saint Guardian of the Scrolls" in the Cathedral, and will live in the Great Library from then on, taking over the compilation of the sacred scriptures to prevent the most important scriptures from being tampered with and polluted by cultists and manipulating people's hearts.

After hearing this news, the celebrities and nobles in Field City also breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone knew that the title of Scroll Guardian was a nominal position without any real power. Taking on this position also meant that the Saint Lady would no longer have the right to interfere in any political affairs of Field City.

This means that this God-chosen saint with great military achievements and far-reaching reputation will from now on bury himself in the Great Library and stay away from the political competition in the West.

It seems that this Field City is still Archbishop Raymond's Field City.

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"My Lady Saint."

A young man in a golden priest robe walked into the room, and the girl standing in front of the window immediately turned around and smiled sweetly.

A pure white nun's dress outlined her curvaceous figure. The low neckline revealed a pristine white chest and a faintly visible cleavage. A strange belt cinched beneath her breasts, intentionally or unintentionally highlighting the girl's voluptuous breasts. The slender waist gently extended into a full curve, and the slit of the skirt opened to the thigh, revealing long legs wrapped in white stockings.

If the bishops within the church who strictly observe the precepts saw this, they would undoubtedly see it as a bold, revealing and shameless outfit, a blasphemy against God.

Unfortunately, the papal envoy was no such staid old scholar. And the one before him wasn't just any ordinary nun at the mercy of the Vatican, but a divinely chosen saint recognized by the Pope himself, renowned for his military exploits.

As a deacon of the Holy Flame Castle and a mere junior priest, he naturally had no right to judge the saint's attire.

"Your Excellency, the Envoy." The Saint's smile was gentle and bright, a faint golden light dancing around her, as if even a goddess was watching the young woman tenderly. The divine aura lingering around her made even her somewhat revealing nun's uniform take on a more dignified and holy quality.

Invisible spiritual ripples slowly spread across the space, and a hint of confusion appeared on the messenger's face. He recalled the nuns he had seen as he walked through the church.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the entire cathedral seemed to have turned into a strange space. The air was filled with the unique sweet fragrance of women, and even the air became charming. Walking on the street, he could see beautiful nuns wearing wonderful clothes everywhere.

Skirts that open to the thighs, low-cut nun uniforms, stockings that wrap around the legs, elegant high heels... These revealing outfits that should not appear on nuns are everywhere in this holy city in the west.

Even if you are not in the cathedral, when walking on the streets of the city, you can see many beautiful women walking together. They are holding hands, and their eyes are full of charming tenderness when they look at each other.

In Field, you can occasionally see bards singing and playing on the streets or in taverns, and most of the songs these poets sing are about the glorious deeds of the Saint or heroes who have made great achievements.

The strange thing is that the heroes in the story are all women - female knights and princesses, nuns who defeat demons, female captains who travel the world...

But... there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this, right?

At this moment, being looked at by the saint with a smile on her face, the messenger suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

"I hope you have a pleasant time in Field, Your Excellency the Envoy..." The girl's smile somehow showed a hint of charm. She slowly approached the Envoy, and his thinking became increasingly dull.

"After all, how could there be any problems in this city under the Archbishop's rule? If possible, please report this to His Holiness the Pope: Nothing has happened in Field City. The Archbishop's governance is wise and correct, and everything here is fine..."

"Yes, everything here is...good..."

Unconsciously, a trance-like smile appeared on the messenger's face, and he murmured the same words along with the Saint Lady.

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A few days later, in another place in the western border.

A slender black figure silently appeared in the room, approaching the back of the man sitting in the luxurious soft chair. The shadow's footsteps were so gentle, making no sound, without emitting the slightest breath, like a disembodied shadow.

"Are you asleep?" It was not until she spoke that the clear and pleasant voice of the girl with a slight elven accent woke the man from his thoughts.

"Ah, Melania." The man paused for a moment, then raised a hand. The elf girl placed a letter in his hand. After reading it, he tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, which were covered with magic rings, and frowned slightly.

"Is there anything wrong, Your Excellency?" the girl asked, her tone a little provocative. "Your least favorite daughter has become a saint. Aren't you happy?"

The man didn't react to Melania's snorting tone. He flipped through the envelope and saw that the wax seal had been removed. Obviously, the letter had already been read by "someone".

"You're peeking at my information again, Melania."

"I didn't peek," the elf girl said confidently, "I was just trying to see if there was any poison in the letter for you."

Duke: "...Never mind. What do you think of that 'Saint Lady' being appointed as the Guardian of the Scroll?"

"It is said that she has big breasts..." Melania thought for a moment and said seriously.

With a snap, the Duke nearly broke the armrest of his chair. "Okay, stop talking... I knew you couldn't produce any ivory."

"You knew I'd give you an unreliable answer, but you still asked me. I can only understand that you're a bit of a masochist," Melania said. "I'm really worried if you can live another twenty years like this. It's definitely not that I think the contract we signed is too long. I hope you die soon so I can leave my job..."

"All right, shut up," the Duke said unhappily, crumpling the letter into a ball. His eyes flickered. "...She fell for Raymond's trick and got the sinecure of the Guardian of the Scroll. It seems my daughter wouldn't change even if she became a saint."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency the Duke. You'll be able to see her in person in a few months," Melania said. "On the bright side, you still have a lot of territory messes to deal with in the next few months."