Succubus cannot be a saint

Duke Delaware stopped, stared at the slowly dissipating beam of light, and muttered to himself.

Yes, it was just a simple three-ring divine spell. The Pillar of Holy Light cast by an ordinary priest would only have a radius of two or three meters at best. But Sharlelei's Pillar of Holy Light enveloped the entire hall!

What's even more terrifying is that this spell originally did not distinguish between friend and foe, but when she cast it, the power was concentrated on Bjorn alone, while the others were unharmed.

In a rage, Bjorn focused on attacking, with almost no defense. In this situation, Duke Dravi and Countess Rebecca, as high-level extraordinary beings, believed that they could subdue him in one fell swoop, but they could not do it like Sharlele did, instantly without causing any harm.

Compared to the power displayed by this spell, the most terrifying thing about it is the exquisite magical control.

...Is this the strength of the Saint of the Western Territory?

For a moment, not only the two extraordinary people, but even the nobles around them had the same idea in their minds.

Sharlelei slowly lowered her clasped hands and glanced at the surrounding storm priests. "Why don't you carry him away?"

The priests finally woke up from their dream and carried away Bjorn, who lay motionless and covered in smoke. The group no longer had the arrogance they had before, and left in disgrace, like dogs that had lost their homes.

Whether it was the members of the Storm Church or the guests present, they all knew clearly that after this incident, whether it was because they dared to attack the Holy Maiden of Light or because of the mess within their ranks...

I'm afraid that the Storm Church will be removed from the Purification Order Act and will completely lose the opportunity to get involved in the power struggle in the West.

Moreover, the arrogant Bishop Bujorn provoked the Holy Maiden of Light and was subdued with one blow. If this news were to spread, not only would the Church of Storms be embarrassed in the West, but it would also lose face in the East.

The members of the Church of Law had been oppressed by the Church of Storms for a long time. Now, seeing the arrogant and domineering Bujorn suffer so much, they were all excited and happy. They felt that they had finally gotten some revenge, and they admired Sallelei even more.

After the Saint of the Western Territory displayed this skill, the way everyone looked at her changed. Some had previously thought that the saint's deeds were mostly exaggerated, but now they were finally convinced and looked at her with a hint of awe.

"Let's get back to the point..." Sharlele smiled faintly, as if Bjorn's sudden outburst had never happened. "I have no intention of slandering the Lord of Storms or the Church of Storms, but I did hear with my own ears that the Nightmare Cult attacked the Falcon Kingdom. If you don't believe me, you can use a lie detector test on me."

Countess Rebecca paused for a moment, then nodded to the Fertility Priest beside her. The Priest came to Sharlelei, said "Excuse me," and cast a "Field of Honesty."

Surrounded by divine light, Sharlelei remained expressionless as she calmly repeated her words. The Fertility Priest closed her eyes, concentrating, then opened them and shook her head, saying, "The Saint is speaking the truth."

Everyone was in an uproar. They hadn't expected the Nightmare Cult to actually attack the Church of Storms! Amidst the commotion, Duke Delawi frowned and said loudly, "Everyone, I will report this matter to His Majesty and the major churches. But the priority right now is to decide on the matter of purifying the Order."

He turned and looked at Sharlelei. "Your Highness, if, as you say, the major churches send clergy into the noble territories to investigate the cultists, how can we ensure that the legitimate rights and interests of the local lords are not violated? And how can we resolve the conflict between the church and the nobles?"

"Father, that's a good question." Salares smiled sweetly. The word "Father" made the Duke stunned for a moment. Then everyone saw the saint holding up her skirt, trotting to the people of the Church of Law, and directly pulling up the young priestess Selina.

"My answer is - rely on the law."

"Therefore, I propose that the Church of the Law formulate a set of monastic laws to regulate the actions of clergy across the country while safeguarding the rights of both the nobility and the church. The actions of the Purification Order must be supervised by the nobility and must adhere to the laws without transgressing them. Violators will be punished according to the laws of the kingdom, and clergy from different churches must also supervise each other."

"To demonstrate our sincerity, the Church of Light will not interfere while the Church of Law is drafting the law. Do you think this is feasible?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place fell silent. Whether it was the Western Territory nobles, other churches, or even the members of the Church of Law themselves, their eyes and mouths opened wide in shock.

Even Countess Rebecca, who usually kept her emotions to herself, opened her lips slightly with a look of confusion on her face. For the first time, her pretty face, as cold and white as snow, showed a silly look.

Almost everyone believed that this meeting was just a struggle between the big powers, and that small churches like the Church of the Law had no say at all.

But no one expected that the Holy Lady of the Church of Light would actually let them sit at the table for dinner.

"Eh? Huh? Eh? What?"

Selina felt dizzy and her legs were shaking under everyone's gaze. The weight of her body was almost entirely on Salle's arms, and she kept making confused sounds.

For a moment, she was surrounded by the sweet fragrance of the Saint Lady. Feeling the softness of her slender hand, a warm current slowly flowed into her chest. Somehow, a surge of courage emerged from the depths of her heart, and she trembled and said loudly:

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness, Her Highness the Saint. If you all don't mind, the Law Church is willing... willing to take on this important task..."

Not far away, Angeldel and Isadore stared at the two without blinking.

Angeldel only needed to take one look at Selina, whose cheeks were flushed, to know that this little girl from the Church of Law was about to fall into the trap of the evil succubus. She couldn't help but feel funny, bitter, and inexplicably sad.

But Isadore was different. After that night's long conversation, her attitude towards Salora was tainted with an inexplicable affection, her dependence on and possessiveness becoming increasingly undisguised, and her gaze towards Salora was filled with a "something" as sticky as honey.

Seeing the strange girl holding the hand of the Saint, the little succubus's face suddenly darkened, and her green eyes gradually dimmed. A dim flame rose in the depths of her eyes. She lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly.

After hearing what Sharlelei and Serena said, the many nobles present suddenly realized—

It seems feasible to let the legal church formulate laws related to the purification of the order.

Unlike the Church of Light, the Church of Fertility, the Church of War, and the Church of Storms, the Church of Law is considered a neutral force in the Stag Kingdom and has no conflicts of interest with any of the churches in the West.

Moreover, they have always been famous for their strict adherence to the law. The nobles of the Eastern Territory often hire law priests as their legal advisors. In a nutshell, they are non-threatening, have a good reputation, and are trustworthy.

"...Even if the Church of Law can formulate a set of laws, what about the personnel management of the various major churches?" Countess Rebecca frowned. "By then, there will be a mix of people. If a cultist really sneaks in..."

"Regarding this matter," Sharlene smiled sweetly, "please allow me to introduce to you a brand new method of personnel registration and management..."

The years of hard work of the private enterprise workers came in handy at this moment.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 301: The Sound of Raindrops

Afterwards, Duke De Lavie announced that the meeting was temporarily suspended and everyone took a short break. After getting a break, everyone started discussing.

However, this time, many more people agreed with Sharlelei's proposal. After the two pieces of heavy intelligence about the Nightmare Cult were released, everyone began to understand their situation. Simply strictly investigating pharmacists and alchemists would probably not be enough to completely prevent the Nightmare Cult's infiltration.

Moreover, in order to identify the cultists lurking among the crowd, the power of holy light with the attribute of "demon-breaking" is indeed indispensable.

Although it was necessary to allow a bunch of people from different churches to enter their own territory, it was still much better than being controlled by a cult. After all, most of the people gathered here were the successors of the rebellious nobles and the confidants of Duke Dravi, so they naturally understood how they came to power.

The heads of those rebellious nobles are still hanging on poles.

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Thus, the first day of the meeting came to an end. Most of the Western Territory nobles agreed with Sharlelei's proposal. Even if Countess Rebecca wanted to say something, no one would support her.

Even the Church of the God of War agreed. After all, their influence was in the North, and they were happy to take advantage of this opportunity to send clergy to the West.

The next topic of the meeting was how to formulate laws. However, Sharlelei didn't care about these laws at all. As long as the succubi could enter thousands of households, what was the point of the laws...

As for the Church of the Storm... Bjorn, who was knocked unconscious by a pillar of holy light from Sharlele, was not seriously injured. After he woke up, he didn't even say hello, and led his people directly back to the East.

Seeing his expression, the other nobles guessed that what Salaret said must have hit the mark, and they couldn't help but feel surprised - the Nightmare Cult really did something to the Storm Church. While secretly marveling and admiring him, they also knew that the Falcon Kingdom was about to be in turmoil.

After the meeting, after bidding farewell to the excited little priestess of law Selina, Sharlele took Angeldel and Isadore to visit Countess Rebecca.

Standing at the door of the Countess's bedroom, she was about to raise her hand to knock when her ears moved slightly. The succubus's keen hearing told her that there was a faint sound of running water behind the door, as if tea was being brewed. Shalelei shook her head and raised her hand to knock on the door.

The sound of water behind the door suddenly stopped. After the hurried sound of fabric rubbing against each other, the door slowly opened, and Countess Rebecca, wearing only a thin underskirt, appeared in front of the two men.

At this time, she took off the evening dress that was as elegant and complicated as the night sky, and the troublesome corset was thrown aside without any hesitation. Her long black hair fell to her waist, and only the dark purple suspender skirt wrapped her curvy body.

The magnificent snow-white peaks on the lady's chest propped up her dress into an amazing curve, loosely covering her slender waist. Because it was too long, the skirt that originally reached below the knees now only reached above the knees, revealing a section of her plump snow-white thighs.

If in her gown the graceful beauty of the young woman seemed the embodiment of the night sky, now she was as voluptuous and radiant as the face of the goddess of fertility.

As the door opened, a strong frankincense scent reached the succubus's sensitive nose. The mature and cold countess clutched a damp handkerchief, the frankincense of which was particularly pronounced.

As if noticing Salares's gaze towards the handkerchief, Countess Rebecca's fair face flushed slightly, and she immediately hid the handkerchief behind her. With this movement, her snow-white peaks, which were even fuller than Salares's, trembled slightly...

"Wow! Such a strong milky aroma!" Isadore shouted carelessly, not noticing anything unusual. Hearing this, Countess Rebecca shuddered again, nearly dropping her handkerchief.

"Aunt Rebecca." Angeldel lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly to the Countess. Salares followed suit with a sweet smile. "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Seeing Salares, Countess Rebecca's face darkened. She still remembered the backstab Salares had given her during the meeting.

"What can I do for you, Saint?" The Countess stood in front of the door and did not let anyone in, saying coldly.

"Aunt, Xiao... Xiaosha just came to say hello to you. And..." Angeldel stamped her feet lightly and acted coquettishly. She coughed and turned her head to glance at the room where everyone from the Church of Light was staying.

Rebecca caught her gaze and gave a slight start. The Countess was no fool; she immediately realized that Angeldel was hinting at Archbishop Raymond. Then, she thought of Raymond's uncharacteristic confrontation with Bjorn, and something clicked in her mind.

What does Raymond want to do by changing his usual tactful strategy of making as few enemies as possible and becoming so radical?

Then she thought: Before receiving divine grace, this saint was just an illegitimate child, having spent most of her life in an orphanage. Now that she's suddenly become a saint, it's inevitable that she's a bit lost. It wouldn't be easy for Raymond to take advantage of her and control her. I'd do the same thing.

The idea immediately became clear to Rebecca, who became more and more certain that Salarei was just a puppet used by Raymond. She couldn't help but look at Angelelle a little more, secretly feeling lucky.

If it weren't for his distant niece who came to Field by accident, there would be no one to serve as his "insider" in the city of Field.

But she didn't know who Angeldale was behind it...

Thinking of this, Rebecca suddenly felt better and smiled slightly, "Come in."

When Shalelei and the other two entered the bedroom, they were surprised to see that there was not a single servant in the large room. Angeldale leaned in and whispered in her ear, "My aunt doesn't like to be served, so she lives alone."

Isadore cried out again, "Wow! It's milk!"

Following the succubus's gaze, Salares saw two full cups of milk on the coffee table. Countess Rebecca's cheeks flushed crimson as she quickly took the cups away without a word, coughing softly. "This is mine... cough, this is what I drank. Wait a moment, I'll pour you some tea."

Her behavior was strange, and not only was Charlene perplexed, but Angeldel was also somewhat bewildered. However, since they were in someone else's room, neither of them showed it.

"Big sister, can I have tea with milk?" Isadore didn't notice anything. Her innocent little head just thought that this big sister must love drinking milk, and she sat on the soft chair and swung her legs happily.

Hearing this, Rebecca tripped and almost fell. She slowly turned around and tried to force an awkward smile: "Sorry, little sister, the milk... the milk is gone."

After four cups of steaming hot tea were placed on the table, Sharlene stood up, bowed, and said sincerely, "My Lord, I'm so sorry for not attending the meeting. Please believe that I have no hostility towards you or the Church of Plenty..."

Hearing this, Rebecca's smile slowly faded. She said coldly, "That's nothing. Negotiations are negotiations, and... it's also true that there's a spy within our church. Now that things have come to this, there's no point in saying any more. Your Highness, you didn't come to see me just for tea, did you?"

"Of course not. I'm here to apologize." Salares stood up, smiling sweetly, and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt as Rebecca stared in shock...

"Wait, wait a minute!" Rebecca waved her hands in panic, her chest surging. "What are you doing!"

"What?" Salaret asked knowingly, tilting her head innocently. "Show you my stockings?"

The hem of the skirt slowly rose, revealing the slender calves and delicate ankles wrapped in black stockings, followed by plump and round thighs. The black stockings showed off her slender and graceful legs, and the luminous skin beneath the stockings was even more alluring, exuding a unique sexy charm.

Countess Rebecca stared blankly at the girl's legs, her cheeks gradually flushing. The Saint of the Western Territory in front of her smiled sweetly.

"My Lord Earl is naturally beautiful. If you put on silk stockings, who in the West could match your beauty?"

"So... you want to know the secret to making stockings?"

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This chapter feels dangerous...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 302: Rebecca Lets the Wolf In

Rebecca had certainly heard of this newfangled gadget, "silk stockings." Once these novel garments, which clung to the skin and wrapped around the legs, came out, they became a new favorite among the noble ladies of Field.

Thanks to a certain saint's "advertising effect," long skirts with bustles are no longer the preferred choice for ladies in Field City's social scene. Shorter hems that reveal more beautiful legs are becoming a trend.

Rebecca's thoughts went even further. She wasn't just thinking about the area around Field, or the Western Territory, but about the capital.

The extravagant and hedonistic lifestyle of the royal capital far surpassed anything found in the Western Territory. The nobles there reveled in revelry every night, living a life of luxury. The ladies of the nobility were even more willing to lavishly spend vast sums on beautiful clothing, simply to dominate the ever-popular social scene.

There's only one reason stockings haven't become a trend in the Western Territory: production is too low. The Saint Lady keeps the secret of stocking production firmly in her hands, and the amount she can sell each month is pitifully small.

If I could get the secret of stockings, open a workshop, and sell them to the capital, I could make them a rare commodity...

Countess Rebecca's heart as a businessman was moved.

And just as Sallelei said, she herself is as tall as men, and her legs are round and slender. When paired with stockings that enhance her leg shape, she will definitely look even more beautiful.

"Hmm..." She hesitated for a moment, but her guard remained strong and she didn't show much interest. "Your Highness the Saint, do you want to tell me this secret for nothing?"

"I just want the Count to agree to a small request of mine..." Salares smiled shyly. Rebecca snorted inwardly and said calmly, "Tell me about it."

"I want to... I want to buy grapes from the Earl's territory to make wine, and then sell them through your Chamber of Commerce. Is that possible?" Sharlelei tilted her head innocently and said cautiously.

Countess Rebecca frowned slightly. Nicknamed "Grape Lady," she owned a vast expanse of high-quality vineyards. As a priest of abundance, she was gifted with exceptional planting skills. Her wines were renowned throughout the Western Territory, and her Chamber of Commerce controlled the bulk of the Western Territory's wine trade. Many sought to negotiate business partnerships with her.

But... why did this saint suddenly talk about this?

"That's not impossible," Rebecca said slowly. "So how exactly do you want to cooperate? How will the profits be divided? How is your wine brewing process? After all, you're selling it through my methods, so you can't damage my reputation..."

She peppered her with questions, all of them related to professional matters like shipping, brewing, and profit sharing. Sallelei was startled at first, then reluctantly answered a few questions vaguely, finally saying, "Well... let's discuss this more slowly, okay?"

Rebecca sneered secretly. Seeing the Saint's appearance, she was confused at first, but then it became clear to her - it turned out that Raymond was the one who instructed the Saint to come and discuss business with her.

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When Sharlele made this clumsy reaction, Angeldel already understood everything.

Unlike Isadore who was sitting there thinking about "how to eat white bread in the evening", she immediately realized what Salelei was trying to do - this woman was buying grapes to make wine, but her real intention was to sell the succubus holy water through Rebecca's Chamber of Commerce.

If the wine with enchanting power could flow to all parts of the Western Territory, coupled with the succubus nuns stationed in various noble territories...

Angeldale shuddered. If Sharlelei's plan came true, then all the noble women in the West would be either succubi or succubus-worshipping followers, while the men would be brainwashed and become captives of succubi.

And I am assisting this demon...

But for some reason, when she thought about the entire Western Territory, and even the entire kingdom, being like the Cathedral, filled with beautiful succubi and completely becoming a paradise for "people like her", she felt a trembling and excitement that went deep into her bones.

It will be a world without birdcages and shackles.

As for the awkwardness that Charlene displayed when questioned, it was all an act, of course. Her goal was to make Rebecca believe that Raymond had orchestrated all of this.

The archbishop is indeed perfectly positioned to take the blame.