Succubus cannot be a saint

"Besides, you're almost fifty, and you're thinking of retiring, right? The Saint is always kind. If you perform great deeds, she'll give you a real maid job until you grow old..."

"Lady Saint, will she...?" Blackheart Jenny said in a trembling voice, taking a step forward. "Is what you said true?"

The tabby cat smiled at her. Black-hearted Jenny looked confused and subconsciously staggered two steps to her side.

That takes the first one.

The tabby cat turned to Spencer, slowly channeling the "warmth" towards him, examining his reaction. "I know what you're afraid of, Spencer. You're afraid of being severely punished for fraud, right? But you're good at disguise and can spot a liar in a crowd at a glance. The Saint needs someone like you to... uh..."

At this point, she couldn't continue and scratched her head. Instead, the black-hearted Jenny beside her couldn't stand it anymore and whispered, "Let's identify that...cultist!"

"Oh, yes! Cultists!" Word of the Western Territory nobles being infiltrated by a cult spread like wildfire, even to these ditch rats. The tabby cat slapped his thigh, and Spencer shuddered, his vision blurring. "Is... is that really the case?"

"You and I are the same," the tabby cat sighed, "both of us are scum who make a living by picking other people's pockets. Can't you just trust me for once, Spencer? You're afraid that I'll trick you into going to the Saint and getting you arrested and thrown in jail, but don't you think that if you're caught by those nobles, will they give you a chance to go to jail?"

Spencer's expression finally relaxed, his hat tilted to one side, and cold sweat dripped down. Looking at his expression, the tabby cat knew that his heart was moved.

The remaining bartender Tory naturally noticed it as well. He instinctively felt that something was wrong and was wondering how this tabby cat could convince these two people with just a few words, but as soon as he met her eyes, his consciousness suddenly became blurred.

"Tori, this is your best chance to draw a clear line between you and the Black Wing Society and make amends..."

The tabby cat said softly. Seeing that two of the three had already surrendered, under the succubus's charm, the bartender Tory finally gritted his teeth and whispered, "Okay, I'll do it!"

"What about you?" The tabby cat raised his eyes. How could those dozen little thieves dare to object? They nodded repeatedly like chickens pecking at rice.

The tabby cat was filled with pride and jumped onto the table with a hearty laugh. "Alright! From now on, you will all be the Saint's subordinates! I want to give this team a name... Let me think about it..."

She suddenly thought of the curse that Shalelei had said to her after she left the Mage Association, and she laughed.

"Let's call it 'The Good Cat Squad'!"

Hearing this, Blackheart Jenny and the other three rolled their eyes. Even Sharlelei, who was far away in the Mage Association, suddenly sneezed...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 309: Angeldale's Farewell (4k5)

Not long after the tabby cat left, he came to Sharlelei with his "Good Cat Team".

Those little thieves had never seen such a scene before. When they walked through the cathedral and saw those beautiful nuns, their eyes widened. Even the old lady Black-hearted Mary couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast.

But when they saw the murderous-looking battle nun outside the Saint's study, they were so scared that they trembled like sieves. Some of the little thieves even felt their legs go weak and they knelt down. It took the spotted cat a lot of effort to drag them in.

Standing in the bright and spacious Saint's study, which was decorated with magic lamps and other luxurious and exquisite decorations, facing the Saint who was as beautiful as an angel, these little thieves who could be described as "ugly" suddenly felt ashamed.

Even Spencer, the "magician" who thought he looked good, couldn't help but feel inferior. He used to be chatting and laughing in front of those noble ladies, but when the Saint glanced at him lightly, he was shocked and frightened, and couldn't say a word.

"Boss... no, Lady Saint!" The tabby cat stepped forward. This mean cat seemed to have no idea what dignity was. He saluted with a playful grin. "The Good Cat Team reports to you!"

"puff--"

The next second, all members of the "Good Cat Team" saw the Saint Lady spraying tea all over the floor in a magnificent manner.

"What team?" Shailelei wiped the tea from the corner of her mouth in embarrassment. Looking at this group of thieves with ragged clothes and shifty eyes, it was really hard to associate them with "good cats".

"Good cat team, boss." The tabby cat stopped pretending and said innocently.

"Okay...good cat...never mind." Sharlene rolled her eyes - this was also what the "Good Cat Team" wanted to do most in their hearts now - she elegantly put the handkerchief she used to wipe her mouth into her arms, looked at the little thieves in front of her, and regained the dignified and holy appearance of a saint.

"I believe the spotted cat has explained the situation to everyone. You don't need to say anything, I understand everything. If they weren't desperate, no one would be willing to struggle to survive in the gutter..."

She lowered her eyes slightly, a gentle expression on her face, a stark contrast to the tea-spitting, eye-rolling expression she had just had. At her gentle words, several of the little thieves couldn't help but shed tears and nodded inwardly.

"But please rest assured, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself—"

………………

Half an hour later, when the Good Cat Team heard Sharlelei's detailed description of their "mission", they all widened their eyes in astonishment.

In Sharlele's plan, they will be divided into two groups. One group that looks more respectable will be arranged by Sharlele to sneak into the homes of various nobles in Field City to collect evidence of their gray industries and illegal activities.

This is exactly what Blackhearted Mary and "Magician" Spencer do!

Another group of less respectable people would spread out into the marketplace and gather information from other sources, which was exactly what bartender Tory was good at.

Moreover, Sharlelei promised them that she would pay them a monthly salary and provide them with housing. When their mission was completed, their previous crimes of theft and fraud would be forgiven.

Soon, the Good Cat Team left the Saint's study in a daze of happiness, shock, and excitement. Blackhearted Mary and Magician Spencer were particularly excited—if you asked why, it was because they were now "fraudulently acting on orders"!

As for what exactly Lady Saint wanted to do by assigning them this task, it was not difficult to guess - this lady was going to take action against the nobles in Field City!

Some of the more astute thieves also realized at this point. This lord might not be a mere figurehead, as the rumors had it. After all, a powerless civil servant wouldn't challenge the city's nobles.

But what did it matter? These thieves didn't care. They were originally low-level villains, but now they were appreciated by the saint, with a salary, housing, and the opportunity for pardon. It was like a leap from the gutter to the top!

Besides, they had always looked down on those arrogant nobles, and now they had a chance for revenge, so why not do it?

"Tabby, you stay." Before Tabby was the last one to leave the room, Sharlene called her.

"What do you want me to do, boss?" The tabby cat saluted shamelessly.

"...You keep a close eye on them." Shailelei rolled her eyes and pondered for a moment, "Remember to make good use of the power I gave you."

The Good Cat Squad's move was indeed a prelude to her purge of the nobles within Field City. When the time was right, she would naturally eliminate these idlers—and replace them with her own people.

But she didn't trust these thieves, so she had to let Tabby, the new succubus, watch over them. Hopefully, nothing would go wrong. After all, she wanted to train these people into real intelligence agents in the future.

"No problem, leave it to me, boss!" The tabby cat grinned.

"One more thing," Charlene said coldly, "give me back the crystal ball."

"I don't have any crystal ball, Boss." The tabby cat said innocently, "If you don't believe me, why don't you take off my clothes and check it out?"

As she spoke, I don't know what was going on in this bitch's head. She actually threw a coquettish glance at Sallelei and puffed out her ordinary breasts.

Salaret: “…………”

She expected everything, but she didn't expect that the succubus transformation would make this bitch cat even more shameless.

Seeing that Shailelei was speechless, the tabby cat became even more proud. "Then, Boss, if you have nothing else to say, I'll leave."

"Of course I have something to say." Shalelei's face darkened. "Come here."

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

That evening.

"The crystal ball was stolen? Haha ......"

In the cathedral, in the saint's bedroom.

The girl's clear laughter echoed through the room. The elf girl lay on the large, soft bed, clutching her stomach. She laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. The straps of her nightgown fell off, revealing her snow-white shoulders. If her legs hadn't been completely numb, she would have kicked the quilt off by now.

Salares lay sprawled beside her, completely devoid of the dignified demeanor of a saint. She whined, "Damn it, that bitch cat, she's even more shameless after becoming a succubus..."

Isadore lay beside Salaret, her large crimson eyes gazing restlessly at the towering peaks. "Then, should we take it back from her?"

"No, no," Villie wiped her tears, a laugh still in her voice, "Succubus Cradle, right? As long as the rune base is still there, the crystal ball doesn't matter."

As she spoke, she poked Sharlelei and said, "And this bad woman certainly didn't make things easy for that mean cat, did she?"

The "bad woman" nodded, "Well, I buckled her..."

"Hmm?" Isadore and Willie's eyes were fixed on her face.

"...'s salary," Sharlelei shuddered. "I punished her by making her copy the relevant regulations 200 times. I made her stay in a state of... uh, high desire all day long, and then forbade her from 'releasing'..."

Willie's smile froze, and she exchanged a glance with Isadore. Now it was their turn to shudder.

"Anyway, is the Succubus Cradle still useful?" Willie subconsciously squeezed her legs together and changed the subject.

"Well, the effect is as expected. The only thing left is mass production and popularization. When the time is ripe, we will launch the succubus transformation in full swing." Sharlelei nodded.

But then again, when will the time be ripe? Once the "Succubus Cradle" becomes popular, the number of people who become succubi will not be tens or hundreds, but tens of thousands.

Such a large-scale succubus transformation cannot be concealed as it is now. The news will definitely leak out and attract siege from the Church of Light and other orthodox churches.

Unless... after breaking with the Church of Light and even the Stag Kingdom, he could still complete the conversion of all people in relative safety...

"Oh, I'm so tired—" Sharlelei suddenly felt exhausted. She simply threw the thought aside, waving her arms and kicking her feet in the air. "I really don't want to work—!"

She rolled over, lying flat on the bed with her butt sticking out, and shoved herself next to Willie like an earthworm. Her soft breasts shifted shape against the sheets, "I have endless work to do every day, and I'm still being harassed by that damn cat. It's so frustrating!"

Wei Liye looked at the large earthworm with some surprise, then suddenly chuckled and reached out to scratch her nose. "You are a saint, how can you still look like this? You look like a giant insect."

"Whether you are the Saint or the Queen of Succubus, acting is exhausting. I would rather be a bug." Salares rolled her eyes strangely, and simply turned over and arched back, curling up at the foot of the bed. She waved for Isadore to come over, and then slapped the little succubus to make her arch her butt with her butt raised.

"Next, we two big bugs are going to compete to see who can crawl to the head of the bed first. Se Xiaowei will be our referee." She winked at Isadore seriously.

The little nun was stunned for a moment, unable to follow her sister Sasha's train of thought, while Wei Liye shouted, "Hey! Who wants to be your referee - no, who is Se Xiaowei!"

"Okay! Se Xiaowei agreed!" Sha Lelei shouted, "Three, two, one, start crawling! The loser has to tie his tail in a knot!"

Before she finished speaking, she raised her buttocks high and twisted it hard towards the head of the bed.

“Hey hey hey—?!”

Isadore was at a loss for a few seconds before she reacted. She subconsciously kicked her feet, and with the sound of the bed legs breaking with a "crack", her small body shot out like a cannonball, smashed the wall with a bang, and got stuck inside.

Sallelei and Willie looked up stupidly at Isadore, who was stuck in the wall at the head of the bed. Her small body was swaying stiffly, and muffled sounds came from the wall.

"I...I won..."

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

Just like that, when Angeldale pushed the door open, this was the scene she saw.

The big bed that could accommodate five or six people was a little shorter, and there was a big hole in the wall at the head of the bed. Isadore squatted beside the bed and kept picking the mud out of her hair, and there was a... butt bulging on the bed.

To be precise, it is a butt covered with a white nightgown, which appears round and plump like a peach under the clothes. It is an attractive butt in every sense.

Willie knelt beside this butt with a speechless look on her face, holding the black succubus tail sticking out from under her skirt in her hand, as if she was... tying a knot?

Angeldel closed the door expressionlessly and then opened it again, only then was she sure that this was not a dream.

Not a dream.

"What are you...doing?" She felt the corners of her mouth twitching. That butt, that butt must not be hers... No...

"Oh! Ange! You're here!"

Suddenly, a head popped up from behind her butt. Sharlele took the opportunity to turn around and snatched the knotted tail from Willie's hand. She coughed pretentiously and said, "You've come just in time. I have something to tell you!"

“——It’s true!”

At this moment, Angeldale wanted to bang her head against the wall and die.

"So, um, this..."

Salare pulled the expressionless Angeldel to sit on the sofa, while Willie sighed, dragged her unsteady legs to the bedside, and cleaned the dust off Isadore's head.

"What were you doing just now?" asked Angeldel.

"No, nothing. Don't ask too much. I have something serious to tell you..." Sallelei's smile was a little faltering.

"Imitating a giant bug! The loser's tail will be tied in a knot!" Isadore shouted from her crouch beside the bed. Sallelei froze instantly. Angeldel looked her over strangely. "...Imitating... a giant bug?"

For a moment, Angeldale began to doubt the mental age of the three people before her. But then, a strange feeling emerged in her mind.

In her memory, although Sharlene was lively and cheerful, she didn't seem to be so childish. The long time she spent in the orphanage had shed her childishness, and even when she was playing, it wasn't like this... like this...

Angeldale racked her brains but couldn't find a suitable adjective. Of course, this otherworldly noble lady wouldn't know that in the hometown of a certain Saint Lady, there was a word specifically used to describe this behavior: sand sculpture.

However, looking at the heartless and even silly smile of Shailelei in front of her, Angeldale suddenly fell into a trance again.

Bathed in holy light, the saint is charming yet dignified.

In front of a group of succubi, a willful, charming and evil queen.

Now in front of him was the girl who was complaining about Isadore exposing her secrets and looking stupid and funny.

And the girl who held out her hand to me that day and said, "Nice to meet you, Anjie."

These were all her, all like her, yet none of them were like her—not like the one she had in her mind. Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the words: "People change. I can be anyone, but I can never go back to who I was. What you're chasing is just a phantom of the past."

Of the old days, a phantom.

Angeldel couldn't describe the feeling. She stared blankly at Sallelei who was arguing with Isadore, and suddenly felt that the girl in front of her was so... dazzling.

The feeling was like - the person who was pushed into the abyss by her, climbed out of the cold water, shook off the water droplets on his body nonchalantly, walked back into the sunshine step by step, and was surrounded by laughter again.

And she herself, still standing in the darkness, standing on the edge of that dark cliff, staring blankly at the figure in the sunlight in the distance. How she wanted to run over and stand in the sunlight with her, but did she really have the qualifications?

Self-blame, regret, and pain gripped her heart, yet she felt a tinge of relief—yes, yes, the girl had returned to the sunshine and hadn't sunk into the depths of the water. But, but...

Those days in the past can never be returned.

She stared at Sallelei playing with Isadore. Somehow, the picture that had been frozen in her mind - the girl running under the moonlight in the rose garden, holding up her skirt and turning her head to smile at her, suddenly - quietly, began to blur.