Succubus cannot be a saint

Soon, Shalelei's orders were issued, and Ophelin, Irenne, Berea, and the other succubi left to make their own preparations. Now, only Shalelei, Anjiedel, and the other two little succubi were left in the room.

"Are you leaving again? This trip and back will probably take another month, right?"

A clear, young girl sighed, her voice carrying an exotic elven accent. Angeldale looked up at the little witch reclining in her wheelchair.

It turns out that elves can also become succubi. Although Angeldale was very curious about how Shalelei became a succubus and how she acquired the ability to succubus, Shalelei always kept her mouth shut about it, and Angeldale was helpless.

"Will you miss me?" Sharlele turned and walked to Villie, stroking her smooth and soft black hair.

Today, the little witch was wearing a loose and simple black long skirt, leaning lazily on the wheelchair with her hands tucked into her sleeves. Under the skirt, a pair of slender and cute little feet were wrapped in black stockings, revealing a bit of tempting flesh and exquisite ankle outlines, and were sunken in soft cotton slippers.

When Sharlene stroked her hair, the tips of her ears turned red and she raised her thin chin coldly, "Who would miss you? Anyway, I won't go with you... Hey, give me your hand."

Salaree extended her hand as she was told. Willie coughed lightly, poked her head out from behind her to look at Isadore and Angeldel, and pulled Salaree to cover her body.

Then, the little witch stretched her hands out from her sleeves. She was wearing long black silk gloves that extended all the way to her forearms. Her fingertips were clutching an exquisite bracelet made of twisted silver wire. With a trembling look, she took Sallely's hand. When she saw the bracelets given by the archbishop, her eyes suddenly darkened.

Willie angrily took off one of the bracelets, put her own bracelet on, looked at it with satisfaction for a moment, then nodded and raised her head proudly.

"I cast a spell on it so that I can know where you are and what you are thinking."

Sharlelei laughed silently, raised her wrist and stared at the elf-style bracelet carved into the shape of a vine. Her heart felt warm again, and a little sweetness welled up in her.

There wasn't a trace of magic on the bracelet, which showed that the little witch's words were all lies, and she was just looking for an excuse to give her something.

"I'm sorry, Viliye..." Salile leaned over and suddenly kissed the elf girl on the cheek, catching her off guard. She whispered softly in her ear, "I couldn't do anything for you."

"I'm glad you still have a conscience!" Willie's pretty face flushed, and her heterochromatic eyes were filled with indescribable tenderness. She coughed, and the arrogant expression on her face suddenly melted away. A pair of small black silk hands grasped the collar of Sallelei's clothes, "...I, I know you are busy with a lot of things every day, and you have done enough for me. You, when you are over there, please contact me every night."

"Of course, my dear Willie..." Sharlele held her hand, and suddenly something moved her. Her eyes slowly swept over Willie's feet, stopping at the neckline of her long dress, and she curled her lips into a slight smile.

"Villier, are you wearing...?" She leaned over to the elf girl's ear and whispered softly. Velier shuddered, her cheeks flushed, and she said angrily, "No! Don't let your imagination run wild!"

"Oh? I haven't told you what I'm wearing yet." Shailelei feigned innocence, but suddenly spread her succubus wings, covering herself and the little black cat in the wheelchair. She lowered her head, stroking Willie's cheek and whispering, "So... you really are wearing it, right?"

Willie's cheeks were getting redder and redder. Unable to resist Salle's whispers, she finally pinched the hem of her skirt and nodded shyly and happily. But unexpectedly, the woman moved closer and whispered in her ear, "Let me see..."

"You...you go to hell..." Willie said in a trembling voice.

"Good Xiaowei, sexy Xiaowei, let me see, okay?"

Willie's cheeks burned like fire, she was mortified and angry, but she turned her head away, not daring to look into those purple eyes that were overflowing with shimmering light. "You, you're calling me that again... Bastard, pervert, go to hell..."

Although she was cursing, her body was also trembling. Sharlene knew without looking that a pink lily pattern was slowly flashing on the girl's lower abdomen under her long skirt.

—Yes, during this period, after the number of Sharlelei's succubus followers increased again, one more place was available for the Succubus Queen's Gift. Thus, her mark was also engraved on Velie's body.

Of course, Sharlene could guess what her little witch was wearing beneath her simple long skirt. It was the "holy wrap" that the succubus tailor had crafted, hoping every nun would wear.

"Do you like this kind of clothes?"

The soft whisper pierced her ears, and Willie was almost unable to think. She could only nod slowly with tears in her eyes.

"I like... I like wearing it. It feels like... I'm being held by you..."

She said breathlessly, her hands loosened, and she grabbed Charlotte's collar again, and her long skirt fell down.

"You have to come back soon, I... I'm still waiting for you to give me a massage..."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 294: Countess Rebecca

While Velie was filled with sweet joy, Isadore and Angeldel felt differently.

Isadore cried out "Ah" - seeing her sister Sasha and Miss Mirror so close, the first thing that came to her mind was not jealousy, but surprise -

"So there's this bracelet-giving trick! Weiwei is such a cunning villain!"

This thought echoed in the girl's innocent little head.

During this period, when Velie was studying magic, she was not idle either. She dove directly into prayer books and various theological classics. Not only did she learn all the low-level divine arts and become a real junior priest, she also took charge of the compilation of "The Holy Word" and "The Doctrine of the Cradle of Joy"... It can only be said that she is more like a saint who protects the scrolls than Sallelei.

You know, Isadore played an indispensable role in turning the Holy Words Records, which recorded the saint's "famous sayings", from a small book into a serious book. The little succubus wanted to write down all of Salora's dreams at night.

After being surprised, the little nun felt jealous when she saw Salares spread her black wings, wrapped Willie in them, and whispered and rubbed against her intimately.

She rushed over without hesitation, hugged Shalelei's waist and pulled her away from Villie, revealing the elf girl's red face. Isadore hugged her sister Sasha and puffed out her cheeks towards Villie.

"Humph!"

The blush on Willie's face had not yet faded, and she did not bother to argue with Isadore. When she saw the wrist of Salares wearing her bracelet, she immediately raised her chin proudly, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"What's so great about that! I, I can also give something to Sister Sasha!" Isadore was very angry. She hugged Sallelei even tighter, with her little face pressed tightly against her waist, and her slender succubus tail was entangled with Sallelei's tail.

Sharlelei knocked her on the head, feeling somewhat amused and helpless. "What are you two arguing about? Villie gave this to me because she couldn't go with me. Aren't you going to go with me too?"

"Oh, that's right. I'm going with Sister Sasha." Isadore was stunned for a moment, then she chuckled, "Then I'll give myself to Sister Sasha!"

"'Give it to' me?" Sallelei suddenly blinked, bent down and gently stroked Isadore's little face, and a dark light flashed in her eyes, causing Isadore to tremble involuntarily.

Ever since "that day", Sister Sasha, who was usually gentle and kind, would occasionally give herself and Willie a look as aggressive as a carnivorous beast, as if she would eat her whole in the next second.

But, I also like this kind of Sister Sasha, the scary Sister Sasha. No, it’s better to say, I like her even more…

"That's not right... You've always been mine." Patting the little succubus's cheek, Salare stood up and let Isadore stay where she was, trembling in sweetness and trance.

Angeldel, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but feel her eyes darken and she lowered her head. She felt a sharp pain in her heart. She felt that she was really redundant here, which was both sad and ridiculous. She wished she could disappear from the spot with a bang.

When would I be able to act like them, acting like a spoiled child around that girl without any hesitation... or even go a step further and become the object of her aggressive gaze?

"Angie?"

Suddenly, a soft whisper reached her ears. Angeldale looked up abruptly, subconsciously wiping the tears from her eyes, only to find that Salaret had arrived before her, bringing with her a gust of fragrant air.

"You should also prepare yourself...you will go to this 'banquet' with me."

Soft fingers caressed her cheek. With her vision obscured by a dim shadow, Angeldel felt the warm and soft touch on her face, feeling overwhelmed. The sadness and absurdity in her heart instantly turned into surprise and joy. She stood there in a daze, nodding helplessly.

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A few days later, the itinerary was arranged, and Salle released Archbishop Raymond, who had become a puppet, from the dungeon, and a group of carriages headed for the territory of Viscount Guzman.

Beside Sharlele, besides Angeldel and Isadore, there was also Irenne who was in charge of protection and a group of combat nuns.

To be on the safe side, Sharlele did not bring any ordinary guards on this trip except for some servants. All those responsible for protecting them were succubus battle nuns.

In the carriage heading to Viscount Guzman's territory, Sharlelei looked through the list of attendees attached to the invitation letter.

In order to prevent the Battle of Field from happening again, at the call of the royal family and the Holy Flame Castle, the Church of the Seven Gods sent clergymen to form the "Purification Order" to enter various noble territories to investigate and eliminate the influence of cults - this is the main content of the "Purification Order Act".

Although this proposal was originally put forward by the Pope of Light, it was obvious that neither the royal family, the nobles nor other churches would sit idly by and watch the Church of Light extend its hand into the homes of the nobles in the Western Territory.

Other Orthodox Churches hope to get involved and take a piece of the action. The royal family and the nobility hope that other Orthodox Churches can check and balance the Church of Light, while the Church of Light hopes to further expand its influence.

Archbishop Raymond is undoubtedly the representative of the Church of Light in this meeting.

The papal envoy from earlier also brought the pope's message - to strive for the best possible interests for the church, but to try not to arouse suspicion from the royal family and the nobles of the western region.

After all, the convention of "not interfering in the politics of secular countries" is still hanging over the head of the Church of the Seven Gods.

Moreover, unlike the Storm Church, which has always been tough and has almost become the state religion of the Falcon Kingdom, the Church of Light still has some dignity.

Her eyes fell on one of the names on the invitation, and Sharlele pondered for a moment.

"Countess Rebecca..."

In her impression, the Countess's territory was located in the north of the West Border, occupying a large area of ​​fertile hills and plains, with huge orchards. Her territory was also famous for its production of high-quality wine.

In the Battle of Field, which affected the West, she was one of the few Western nobles who had not been infiltrated by the Nightmare Church. Not only did she hold back the nearby rebels of Baron Miles, but she also provided a lot of material assistance to Duke Dravi and the city of Field after the war.

Therefore, Countess Rebecca was one of the very few nobles who was not liquidated by Duke Delavie during this turmoil. Instead, she gained a lot of benefits. Although the neighboring Barony of Miles currently has no lord, it is actually under her control.

In addition, Countess Rebecca was also known as "the richest widow in the West", and her deeds were legendary - her marriage to Count Feltro, known as "the first playboy in the West", was originally a political marriage, but on the day of their wedding, Count Feltro suffered a stroke and died, making Rebecca a widow right after she got married.

After that, this strong woman, despite all the rumors, single-handedly took charge of the declining Feltro family, built up the business it has today, and became a legend in the West.

Not only that, she also put aside past grudges and adopted her husband's illegitimate daughter as her adopted daughter, which became a legend.

More importantly, this renowned Countess is not only a devout believer in the Church of Plenty, but also a high-ranking priest of Plenty. She will represent the Church of Plenty at this meeting.

"Angie, I remember that this Countess is a distant relative of your family?"

Sharlele pondered, then turned to Anjadel, who was sitting beside her. As for Isadore, she had already fallen asleep sweetly on her lap.

"In terms of seniority, she's my distant aunt, and she's always taken good care of me. I came to the West this time just to visit her..." Angeldel hesitated, looking at Salare with a complicated expression, "Are you going to attack her? Make her your succubus, or something..."

"What if I say yes? Are you willing to stand on my side and betray your dear aunt?" Charlene glanced at her with a smile.

Angeldale bit her lip lightly, lowered her head, and said nothing.

Seeing that she remained silent, Sharlene smiled soothingly and patted the back of her hand gently.

"Don't worry, I don't mean to ask you to betray her. I'm sorry for making you nervous. I didn't want to test you with such a heavy topic..."

The gloom on Angeldale's face finally dissipated a little, her gray pupils became a little moist, and she lowered her head shyly.

At that moment, the noble lady's arrogance and puppet-like fake smile disappeared, revealing a little bit of her own innocence beneath the countless layers of disguise...

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Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 295: Opening Lightning Strike

For a moment, the two of them were silent. Silence fell over them, their only sounds being the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels and Isadore's gentle breathing. Angeldel lowered her head, while Salerle gazed out the window.

Honestly, it would be a lie if she didn't corrupt Countess Rebecca's thoughts.

But the other party was clearly not so easily corrupted. As a high-ranking priestess of the Goddess of Fertility, Countess Rebecca, unlike the Transcendent Warriors who primarily cultivate the physical body, must have possessed considerable spiritual power.

Unlike Berea, Irenne, and the others, these two had no suspicion of him at all, having fallen into submission only after being secretly enchanted. Countess Rebecca, on the other hand, was on a different side from him, so she probably wouldn't be completely unguarded against him.

Moreover, he didn't know if she had any leverage over him, just like Archbishop Raymond. Therefore, if he wanted to capture the Countess, he had to first dispel her suspicions.

Salare's eyes flickered as she thought of Archbishop Raymond, who was sitting in another carriage and had become her puppet. A plan slowly formed in her mind.

Then, she glanced at Angeldale's profile, and suddenly something clicked in her mind. She smiled and said, "I heard..."

Almost at the same time she opened her mouth, Angeldale suddenly raised her head and mustered up the courage to speak softly: "Well, well...Xiaosha..."

Their eyes suddenly met. Angeldale was startled. Facing those gentle purple eyes, her heart almost skipped a beat. She quickly turned her head away and whispered, "You, you go first..."

Looking at her shy appearance, Shailelei couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Although they had "met for the first time" that night, Salares herself was not sure whether Angeldel could clearly realize that she was no longer the same person as the previous "Salares".

Now, Sharlelei only hopes that Angeldel can face reality, walk out of the illusions of the past, stop torturing her, and stop torturing herself.

"...I heard that the Violet Garden in Viscount Guzman's territory is very beautiful." After sighing, Salares smiled and said, "How about we go there and sit for a while later?"

Hearing these words, Angeldale's eyes lit up and she looked up in surprise and joy. Joy, sweetness, astonishment, disbelief and other expressions flashed across her gray eyes, and two blushes appeared on her fair cheeks.

That was not the puppet-like fake smile that Sharlene was used to seeing, but a real smile that came from her heart.

"Of course!" The girl's eyes sparkled with joy, and then she lowered her head shyly, twirling the hem of her skirt with her fingertips. "Actually...actually, I was just about to say that the violet garden at Viscount Guzman's house is very beautiful, and it happens to be the blooming season now. I wonder if I could invite you...invite you...ah..."

But the more she spoke, the redder her cheeks became. Finally, she just let out a small cry, held her face in her hands, lowered her head, and stopped talking.

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But a few days later, when Sallelei and her group arrived at Viscount Guzman's mansion, the first thing they saw was not the beautiful violet garden, but -

"Kneel before the storm!"

As soon as Sallelei and her companions got off the carriage and reached the garden gate, they heard a loud roar, followed by a crackling sound like thunder in broad daylight, and then screams.

I saw a tall, strong, bald man wearing a sea-blue priest robe standing at the garden gate, holding a thick book in one hand and pointing the other hand high to the sky.

His fleshy face was filled with anger, lightning flashed at his fingertips, and his robe embroidered with dark clouds and lightning patterns fluttered in the wind. Behind him were a dozen priests dressed in the same way.

In front of him stood a group of clergymen, both men and women, in silver robes embroidered with scales. Between the two groups lay a silver-robed priest, his chest and abdomen charred black, still emitting a faint heat, evidently wounded by lightning.

"High Priest!"

A young girl among the silver-robed priests screamed, rushed out, and knelt beside the injured man. Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at the bald priest. "You...you Storm Church are simply going too far! You attack and hurt people over a disagreement. How can this be justified!"

"For no reason?" The Storm Priest roared suddenly, "Wherever the might of my Lord reaches, that is when the divine thunder judges the sinners!" The muscles on his face twisted and twitched hideously, and the girl was so frightened that her face turned pale and she screamed.

The storm priests behind him also shouted loudly, and for a moment the sound was so loud that even the silver-robed priests could not help but look frightened, and their momentum was actually suppressed.

The bald priest glanced disdainfully at the crowd across from him and sneered, "You're a dignified Church of the Law, and yet you're asking a woman to stand up for you? Is there not a single good man left among the followers of the God of Law?"

The vulgar meaning in his words was obvious, and the faces of the priests of the God of Law were all ashen, but when they glanced at the injured person on the ground, no one dared to refute him for a moment.

The Storm Priests were extremely proud and laughed wildly. The girl next to the injured man gritted her teeth, a silver light flashed in her hand, and she shouted, "Storm Church! I will fight you!"