Succubus cannot be a saint

Although the fragrance was extremely faint, it could not escape the succubus's nose. And its source was none other than the graceful and beautiful Countess Rebecca.

"——Aunt, you smell so good."

Of course, Sharlelei only thought about this in her heart and did not say it out loud.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 298: "Thunderous Means"

Bjorn's face darkened, and he seemed disdainful to argue with Countess Rebecca, and raised his head proudly.

"I'd like to ask Captain Bjorn, when the Storm Cultists establish the Inquisition in the West, where does this place the authority of the lords, and where does this place the Church of Law?"

Countess Rebecca spoke softly. Her voice was low, magnetic, soft and pleasant, full of the charm of a mature woman. However, she never mentioned Bjorn as the "Bishop". Instead, she called him the "Captain", and her contempt was obvious.

Bjorn's face grew increasingly grim, and he suddenly sneered, "According to you, when the Western Territory nobles were infiltrated and manipulated by the Nightmare Church, what was the point of their power? And what was the point of the Law Church? Could these things stop the infiltration of this evil cult? How ridiculous!"

These words were spoken in an extremely rude manner. Not only did the nobles in the Western Territory look extremely unhappy, but even the members of the Church of Law were furious.

Countess Rebecca frowned slightly, and this expression on her icy face was enough to prove that she was angry. After all, she was also a noble in the West, and it was natural that she would not feel good after being scolded by Bjorn.

She raised her eyebrows, but her voice remained gentle, without a trace of anger. "So, according to Captain Bjorn, if the Western Territory nobles welcome the Church of the Storm into their territory and convert to the Lord of Storms, will that stop the cult's infiltration?"

Bjorn sneered loudly and remained silent. He didn't speak because he knew that this was not the right thing to say, but his sneer proved that this was indeed what he thought.

After a moment, he looked around and suddenly shouted, "No matter what, everyone knows the cause of the rebellion in the Western Territory. Now is not the time to dawdle. In times of emergency, we must use drastic measures!"

His voice was powerful and his words were fierce. He suddenly raised the holy book in his hand, and a strong wind blew his robes. "The Lord of Storms is the god who judges evil. Under His watch, the evil cult will be reduced to dust! If you continue to nag like weak women, I think the second rebellion in the West will not be far away!"

This is a bit inhumane.

As soon as he finished speaking, the storm priests behind him responded loudly, and the noise suddenly became deafening. Upon hearing these words, Countess Rebecca, who usually kept her emotions to herself, frowned slightly, and a rare look of anger appeared on her face.

Even Sallelei couldn't stand this ridiculous talk anymore. When she was about to stand up and slam the table, she was stopped by a soft little hand.

She lowered her head and saw Angeldale's expression remained calm. She shook her head slightly and suddenly smiled. "Don't get excited. My aunt is very capable. Just watch how she handles that bald barbarian."

When the Storm Priests' shouts died down, Countess Rebecca raised her head slightly and said softly, still without any anger:

"So-called thunderous measures mean that the Church of the Storm will, on behalf of the kingdom's legitimate lord, disregard the kingdom's laws and use the Storm Canon to carry out lynchings? If so, then I agree with Captain Bjorn. The Second Westerly Rebellion is indeed not far away."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Storm Priests' expressions suddenly changed, and they started shouting and cursing. But this time, the Kingdom's nobles spoke up, and a few of the more aggressive ones even pointed at their noses and cursed, which temporarily suppressed them.

Amidst the uproar, Bjorn's expression grew increasingly grim, while Countess Rebecca revealed a faint smile. She raised her delicate hand and gestured slightly, and the nobles' curses gradually subsided.

Then she glanced at Sallelei and Archbishop Raymond and said:

"Captain Bjorn's words are quite interesting. From what I understand, it wasn't a man of your stature like the Captain who quelled the rebellion in the West, but rather the woman you described as effeminate."

The smile on her lips widened as she spoke softly. The smile that blossomed on her frosty face was as beautiful as a thawed glacier and the sudden flow of spring water. But her words were as merciless as the frost blades and ice in the cold of December.

"When Her Highness the Saint of the Westland led her troops to aid Field, crushing the Dark Mother Cult beneath the city walls and slaying the Mother of Monsters with a single blow, where was the manly Captain Bjorn? Unleashing your thunderous power on the sheep on the ship? My, that's truly the work of a great man. We women are truly ashamed of ourselves."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent. The next moment, the Western Territory nobles erupted in laughter, so loud that the crystal chandelier on the ceiling shook. Even Duke Dravid couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Bjorn was furious. His bald head looked like a red tomato, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. The storm priests around him were also furious, and they all shouted with red faces, but their curses were soon drowned out by the crowd's laughter.

Isadore didn't know what "playing thunderous tricks on sheep" meant, but she just heard that this beautiful aunt was praising her sister Sasha, and she was very happy for a moment.

Angeldel laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She bent over and hung on Sallelei's arm, slapping her thighs non-stop. She had none of the grace of a noble lady, and the plump and soft breasts kept rubbing against Sallelei's arm.

While finding it funny, Salares was also greatly surprised. She had never expected that Countess Rebecca could be so eloquent. It seemed that she was indeed a powerful person.

After everyone had finished laughing, Countess Rebecca changed the subject. Without even glancing at Bjorn, who was shaking with anger, she turned to look at Duke Dravi and said softly:

"I agree that Archbishop Raymond should be the leader of the Purified Order. However, the various territories in the Western Territory have different beliefs and specific circumstances. Forcibly unifying the clergy of the major churches is extremely difficult."

"But according to our investigation, the cult's method of infiltration is the use of drugs. We only need to strictly investigate pharmacists and alchemists. The major churches will work with local lords to implement this in their own dioceses and report regularly to Archbishop Raymond. What do you think?"

After hearing these words, Sharlele suddenly understood what this sweet and powerful aunt was planning!

..............................

Like all political meetings, each party involved in this meeting had its own agenda.

The Church of the Storm wants to monopolize the power of trial and justice and solidify the Lord of Storms' title as the "God of Judgment."

The Western nobles, led by Duke Dravi, want to protect their own interests and prevent the major churches from interfering in their territories.

Salares wanted her succubus nuns to enter various noble territories openly and corrupt them.

The Church of Plenty, represented by Countess Rebecca, played the card of compromise. To put it bluntly, she meant that everyone should investigate the cult in their own areas and no one should interfere in other people's affairs.

The ingenuity of this card lies in its ability to simultaneously please both the Western nobility and the Church of Light. The Countess's words, while simultaneously praising Charlene and scolding Bjorn, also extended an olive branch to the Church of Light.

Of the Seven Gods' Churches, the Light and Plenty families were the strongest in the West. As for the War God and Storm Churches, one in the north and the other in the east, neither had any territory in the West.

If her proposal was adopted, the War God and the Storm Church, which had no territory in the Western Territory, would lose their right to eat at the table. This move was undoubtedly an attempt to win over the Church of Light and the Western Territory nobles and jointly squeeze the War God and the Storm Church out of the Western Territory.

As for the three weaker churches of Law, Night and Forge... they were not allowed to sit at the table to eat.

But thinking of this, Sharlelei couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Originally, the Nightmare Cult had taken advantage of the gaps between the various churches going their own way and the Western nobles being wary of each other, which allowed them to infiltrate so easily. If the Countess's suggestion were adopted, the major forces in the Western Territory would continue to act independently, and the greatest significance of the Purification Order - to truly connect the major churches and the Western nobles - would be completely lost.

Everyone knows the horror of cult infiltration and the horror of the Battle of Field. But when it comes to sacrificing interests to change the situation, no one is willing to take the lead. It's just pathetic.

And most importantly, if Rebecca's proposal was followed, then Sharlene would not be able to send the succubus nuns to various places in the West.

Therefore, even if the noble lady wanted to win her over, she had to reject the olive branch without mercy.

But doing so would surely make Rebecca wary of him. So he had to find a way... to put the blame on Archbishop Raymond. After all, wasn't that the reason he brought him to this meeting?

Salares narrowed her eyes, her gaze jumping back and forth between Raymond, Rebecca, and Selina of the Church of the Law, her thoughts racing.

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In just a few flashes of thought, she had an idea.

Originally, her plan was to release some news about the nightmare cult "Dream Catcher" at the meeting, thereby exaggerating the horror of the cult's invasion and making the nobles agree to allow the succubus nuns to settle in their territories.

But the appearance of Countess Rebecca completely changed the situation. This noblewoman represented the interests of both the Church of Plenty and the Western nobility. Her presence immediately won the support of the vast majority of the nobility. Even Duke De Lavie looked at her with a smile from time to time.

Obviously, they had planned all this before the meeting started.

As long as the Church of Plenty and the Western Territory nobles joined forces, they would already have a significant advantage. Even if the Church of Light strenuously opposed it, it would be powerless to reverse the situation. Furthermore, given the smooth-talking Archbishop Raymond, he wouldn't necessarily reject Countess Rebecca's proposal.

After all, until now, the Western Territory nobles and the Church of Plenty had only known that the Nightmare Cult was using drugs to contaminate the territory. They probably thought that by strictly investigating and expelling pharmacists and alchemists from the territory, they could prevent the cult's infiltration.

As for the information about the "Dream Catcher" and the dream servants, only Sharlene knows it.

And this is her biggest trump card for a comeback.

Besides this, the Church of Storms and the Church of Law presented another variable to this meeting. Sharlelei vaguely remembered that in the Dreamcatcher, the Nightmare Bishops had said they had begun to attack the Falcon Kingdom. Could their actions be connected to the anomaly of the Church of Storms? This could be exploited...

Having made up her mind, Sallelei coughed lightly, pretending to be a little uneasy, and repeatedly exchanged glances with Archbishop Raymond - of course, the archbishop who had become a puppet and thought he was an upright and good man did not understand what the glances were. He just smiled at Sallelei when he saw her looking at him.

But that's enough.

The change in their expressions caught the attention of Duke Delavie and Countess Rebecca, and then, Sharlele slowly stood up. For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on her.

"I'm sorry, Countess Rebecca... We cannot agree to your proposal."

The girl's gentle voice, like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves in the silent conference room, immediately caused a commotion. Even Countess Rebecca looked at Sallelei and Raymond in disbelief, her cold and beautiful eyes wide open.

"Everyone, Captain Bjorn is indeed correct." Sharlelei looked around and said word by word.

Everyone was stunned to hear that she had actually agreed with the Storm Church's roughnecks. They wondered what this Western Saint was up to. She had just given the Storm Church a warning, and now she was agreeing with him?

Even Bjorn, who was named, was confused and didn't understand what Salaret meant.

Countess Rebecca was filled with shock and fury, her eyes fixed on Raymond. A single thought crossed her mind: "Is the Church of Light planning to join forces with the Church of Storms to drag those barbarians into the East?! Is he crazy?"

"The battle at Field is of no small importance. Facing the infiltration of this evil cult, we must make changes. However... the Church of the Storm's 'thunderous methods' are unnecessary."

As soon as these words were spoken, someone burst out laughing. Bjorn was so angry that his face turned purple, while Salaret had an innocent look and a normal tone, as if she just mentioned it casually and had no idea about the sailor and the sheep's little secret.

"We must unite the clergy of the major churches and station them in the noble territories. The church and the nobility can no longer continue to be at odds with each other. We must join forces to resist the encroachment of this cult!"

These words were truly resounding. Sharlelei's face was stern and her tone was resolute, leaving everyone present speechless for a moment. Duke Delavie, Rebecca, and even Bjorn, whose bald head had turned a swollen red, were all speechless.

"Who let this young man sit at the table?" This was the first thought in their minds.

"What on earth is this old fox Raymond doing?" This was the second thought in their minds.

But they didn't know that Archbishop Raymond was probably not thinking about anything at this moment.

After these words were spoken, everyone's evaluation of this saint lady became "a naive young person who is fearless of nothing."

Of course, this was very Saintly. After all, before being chosen by the Goddess, this Saint was just a mentally unstable, crazy daughter. But it was precisely this statement from this Saintly that compelled them to take it seriously.

If you ask why, it's because she was the one who wiped out the cult's rebels, she was the one who slew the monster mother's evil creatures, and she was the one who personally quelled this disaster. If anyone present had the most say in this rebellion, it was her.

"I've made it very clear, Your Highness. The Nightmare Cult's method of infiltration is through the use of drugs. As long as we strictly control the circulation of drugs within the territory, strictly investigate the black market, and expel pharmacists and alchemists, we can deal them a heavy blow."

Countess Rebecca's face darkened. Her voice grew colder. "Now you're allowing clergy from different regions and churches to settle in various parts of the Western Territory. How much trouble will this cause? What if some cultists take advantage of this and sneak in?"

"Countess Rebecca doesn't need to worry about this." Salares said calmly, laughing in her heart. I'm sorry, aunt, your good niece is going to fire the first shot at you.

After a brief pause, she stared intently into the Countess's eyes and spoke aloud, "Even if the major churches each operate independently, there will always be spies from the cults infiltrating! Countess Rebecca, have you forgotten? The cult mole I caught in Field City was lurking in the Church of Plenty!"

"--you!"

Countess Rebecca's expression suddenly changed! She stared at Salleh in shock and anger, her expression filled with surprise, suspicion and resentment.

What made her angry was that the Holy Lady of Light not only rejected the olive branch, but also used this shocking black material to stab her in the back. She was suspicious about what the Church of Light was trying to do. Did they really want to suppress Fengcuo and the nobles and become the uncrowned king of the West?

Thanks to the slow spread of information in this world, quite a few of the nobles present were still unaware of the traitor. Upon hearing this, they exclaimed in surprise and looked at the Countess with more suspicion and hesitation.

This cold beauty has always kept her emotions secret, but now her expression has changed so drastically, which shows that what Her Highness the Saint said is true.

With just this one sentence, the noble alliance surrounding Countess Rebecca quietly began to break apart. The nobles immediately began to discuss the situation, and Bjorn even laughed loudly.

"Church of Plenty, Church of Plenty! Even this Saint of the Western Territory agrees with our Storm's proposal. How long do you plan to keep your stubbornness? As I said before, we Storm believers are willing to be the vanguard and fight the cultists to the end..."

But before he could finish his hoarse voice, Charlene spoke again, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Captain Bjorn is wrong again. The Church of Plenty is not the only one with problems."

As soon as these words left his mouth, Bjorn's expression also changed drastically! This time, Countess Rebecca's gloating gaze also fell on him. The nobles were once again in an uproar, confused and shocked. This Saint of Light had first suppressed Abundance and then actively provoked the storm. What did she know? What was she planning to do?

Salarei looked around and said softly, "I once asked a traitor within the Nightmare Cult. Although they participated in the Western Rebellion, they were not the main force. On the contrary, their main plan was to target the Falcon Kingdom..."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 300: Dinner at the Table

"You...what do you mean?" Bjorn's face turned pale. The girl in front of him had a soft voice, but he felt an inexplicable chill running through his spine, and even his voice began to tremble slightly.

"That Nightmare Cultist said that their sect had already started attacking the Falcon Kingdom and the Church of Storms a few years ago... but that person wasn't a high-ranking priest, so she didn't know the specific methods."

"But I heard from everyone in the Church of Law that in recent years, the Church of Storms has suddenly bucked its usual pattern and started suppressing them. They've also arbitrarily seized the law enforcement power of local lords, carried out lynchings, and called the Lord of Storms the God of Judgment..."

Sharlelei gazed at Bjorn with her beautiful eyes. Bjorn shuddered under the girl's gentle gaze. She continued, "I'm sure everyone knows that the Nightmare Cult's divine arts are adept at manipulating dreams. As for whether the Church of Storms has experienced any changes related to dreams recently, or why the Lord of Storms became the God of Judgment, I don't know."

Although these words were brief, the wise men present understood clearly what the Saintess of the Western Territory meant.

The Church of Storms has been fanatically calling the Lord of Storms the God of Judgment for a while now, trying to seize the priesthoods of law and judgment. I'm afraid this has something to do with the Nightmare Cult!

This is not only a severe accusation for the Church of Storms, but also an insult to the Lord of Storms himself!

After hearing this, Bjorn's face turned pale and blue, as if a big dye vat had been opened. Veins climbed up his forehead, and expressions such as rage, shock, confusion, fear, etc. suddenly flashed through his eyes, and finally it all came down to overwhelming shock and rage.

"How dare you insult my Lord in front of me! You bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

He roared suddenly, as if a storm had arisen in the sky. The nobles around him were knocked down by the sudden strong wind. With a roar, Bujorn suddenly leaped into the air, his blue robe fluttering, and lightning flashed in his palms, turning into two lightning spears, and smashed down towards Sharlele!

"stop!"

Several shouts rang out almost simultaneously, and Raymond, Rebecca, and Duke Dravi attacked together. The Archbishop's Hammer of Light flew out of his hand and toward Bjorn. Countess Rebecca waved her sleeves, and countless vines and tree roots burst out from the ground. Duke Dravi drew out his long sword, his whole body ablaze with flames, and flew over like a meteor!

At the same time, Isadore also jumped up, with the brilliance of holy light shining on her body. She stretched out her two little hands and grasped the two hammers in her hands.

But faster than these attacks was a beam of light.

In an instant, the entire hall suddenly lit up, and a huge brilliant beam of light rose from beside Sharlele, covering the entire hall in an instant!

Bjorn's lightning spear collided with the seemingly tangible pillar of holy light, instantly shattering into tiny fragments of light. The next moment, he was enveloped by the pillar of light, his robes instantly ignited by the golden holy flame!

Bjorn screamed and fell heavily to the ground like a kite on a string. Holy fire burned all over his body, and he rolled around in pain while screaming.

But on the other side, the nobles who were also bathed in the beam of light were safe and sound. They only felt a warmth enveloping their bodies, which was indescribably comfortable.

When they regained consciousness and saw Bjorn rolling and smoking on the ground, they screamed and retreated.

"'Pillar of Holy Light'... is just the third-level divine spell 'Pillar of Holy Light'..."