Succubus cannot be a saint

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Isadore panicked and wanted to wipe it with her handkerchief, but when she remembered that it was her sister Sasha's handkerchief, she stopped.

"Oh, it's okay. Be careful next time..." Durenna muttered, and within a few breaths, the nosebleed stopped. It was so fast that if Sharlelei saw it, she would definitely shout out the breathing blood recovery spell. "So, little girl, why are you here alone?"

Isadore thought about the trouble she had caused the nuns, and her face flushed red. She stammered, "I, I'm a little bit embarrassed to settle the score..."

"Aha, I get it." Durenna winked and gave a mischievous smile. "I'm not good with numbers either. I feel like vomiting when I see the account book."

"Well, it's not that bad..." Isadore stammered, "But Miss Du, Durenna, aren't you going to guard the wall..."

"It's daytime now, there aren't any monsters around," Durenna said with a smile. "There are guards guarding the wall, so the craftsmen are safe. And with the 'Saint's Mortar', the work should be finished quickly."

"Yes, that's right! The wall... Once the wall is built, the monsters won't be able to get in!" Isadore suddenly became excited, but Durenna's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured on her head.

"Even if we repair the wall, this winter will be tough." The female knight shook her head. "Those monsters are incredibly ferocious, and their attacks are relentless... I'm afraid someone will still die."

"Someone will still... die?" The smile on Isadore's face slowly disappeared.

"Yes, and since all the crossbows are broken, the only people in town who can use bows and arrows are the mountain dwellers and some hunters..." Durenna sighed. "The Saint should be thinking of a solution, right? I wonder what miracle she can create..."

"Crossbow... Mountain people..." Isadore muttered and stood up suddenly.

——I want to help the Saint.

During this time, she was unable to help the Saint do anything. Even the one who served the Saint was Sister Ophelin, not herself...

A flame of bitterness ignited in the little nun's heart. She turned around without hesitation and ran towards the mountain settlement!

"Hey! Where are you going—!" Durenna yelled, but the next moment Isadore turned around and ran back, "...Miss Durenna, please teach me how to fight!"

Durenna: “…Ah?”

"I, I'm very strong! I've chased wild boars with everyone, and I've also carried the Saint on my back!" Isadore was so anxious that she almost cried, and even revealed the dark history of a certain Saint without realizing it.

"Teach you to fight?" Durenna looked at Isadore's flushed face and couldn't help but want to tease the little girl. She casually broke off a piece of wood from the roadside fence and took it in her hand. "Since you said you are strong, why don't you try to break this board?"

"If I break this piece of wood, will you teach me how to fight?" Isadore clenched her fists.

Durenna smiled: "Of course!"

"I, I understand!" A raging fighting spirit burned in Isadore's bright eyes. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white little fists, and hit out with a "Hey!"

With a dull thud, Durenna felt the impact on her hand, and was somewhat surprised. Although the board didn't break, she could sense that Isadore's strength far exceeded that of an ordinary child, even comparable to that of an adult.

Is this also...a blessing from the Saint?

"How's it going? The board isn't broken, is it?" Despite her surprise, Durenna winked at the little girl. But what happened next was astonishing—Isadore ran away angrily, then sprinted forward and bumped into her head!

Before Durenna could react, Isadore crashed into her head, accompanied by the sound of shattering wood. The two of them hugged each other and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

Isadore lay on Durenna with her head held high. There was only a slight red spot on her fair forehead, not even a scratch.

"Well, Miss Durenna, can you teach me how to fight now?"

The female knight opened her cherry lips slightly and stared at her with her round blue eyes.

"You...are you a human or a wild boar?"

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 41: The Succubus's Army

"How rude! Miss Durenna!" Isadore's face flushed red with anger, and she stood up and stamped her feet. Durenna quickly apologized with a wry smile, then thought of the Saint... no, the "blessing" possessed by them, the succubi.

This little girl must have received the Saint's "blessing of power." I didn't expect that after receiving the blessing, her power could be increased to such a level...

Durenna was secretly shocked, and then she thought - if every soldier could be given this kind of "blessing", what kind of army could be created?

Blessed and strengthened by succubi, even led by succubi... a human army led by monsters...

Thinking of this, Durenna couldn't help but laugh out loud in a funny way.

Will those soldiers ever imagine that the "blessing" they received was actually bestowed by a succubus, and that the nuns they trusted were actually all monsters?

"Miss Durenna...Miss Durenna!" Isadore's voice woke Durenna from her reverie, and she finally came to her senses. "Ah...I understand. I'm a man of my words. Starting today, I will teach you some simple combat techniques..."

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That evening, before leaving to guard the wall, Durenna came to the church to visit Sally, who was resting there. But as soon as she entered Sally's room, she saw Sallelei sitting by the bed.

"The Saint Lady—"

"Shh..."

Just as Durenna was about to speak, she was interrupted by Salaret.

Under the candlelight, a young woman in a nun's uniform sat sideways on the bed, gazing tenderly at the sleeping girl. Her light flaxen hair gently fell across her chest, outlining her full figure and casting a beautiful, rounded shadow on Sally.

Compared to a while ago, Sally's face had more color, her breathing was calm and steady, and she looked much healthier. In Sharlelei's eyes, the desire number on her head also rose from 18 to 24.

Walking quietly to the bed and gazing at her sister in her sleep, Durenna's eyes became moist again.

All of this is thanks to the Saint. If it weren't for the Saint, she... she might not be able to see Sally now.

"Lady Saint, ever since that day, Sally has always wanted to thank you in person, but you were busy..." Durenna said softly, hesitating for a moment. Thinking of this peculiar Saint who was tinkering with something in her "laboratory" all day, she didn't know what words to use for a moment. "Uh... she was so busy with official duties that she never found the opportunity..."

"It's alright, my knight. We can talk again after Sally recovers a little." Sally raised her slender fingertips to her cherry lips, blinked her eyes and smiled, "Let's go out. I have something to discuss with you."

As they spoke, the two of them walked outside. Durenna felt a little uneasy. Under the female knight's slightly uneasy gaze, Sharlene raised a hand to brush her hair and smiled.

"...Ms. Durenna, have you ever been on a battlefield?"

"...Ah?" Durenna froze in her tracks, confirming once more that the Saint Lady had indeed asked, "Have you ever been on the battlefield?" Her expression then became somewhat subtle. "Well... I guess so. My grandfather taught me how to train soldiers, and I've joined him in suppressing rebellious peasants, but I've never personally commanded a battle..."

"It's okay, that's all." Sharlene smiled and spread out her hands. "At least you know more than I do."

Durenna was also a little surprised by Shailelei's frankness.

When she accompanied her grandfather in suppressing rebellions, she had seen the nobles who joined her in the battle. Those nobles, who were so obsessed with appearances, left a very bad impression on her. Even though they had no command experience, they would still go to the front lines and micromanage the situation...

...and then got beaten to pieces.

Therefore, this was the first time she had seen a descendant of a noble family like Sharlelei who frankly admitted that she had no experience in combat.

"So you want to... train the guards?" Durenna asked after a slight hesitation.

"Of course. By the way, where are old Lord Edgar's private soldiers?"

Upon hearing this, Durenna's expression darkened, and her eyes involuntarily reddened. "Grandfather...after his title and territory were stripped, his private soldiers all left...I was immersed in the grief of my family's death at the time, and I couldn't keep them..."

"I see." Salarei sighed softly. Her hope of using the old lord's private soldiers to strengthen the army was dashed. She could only carry out her original plan. "Then I can only recruit some townspeople and have them join the guard."

Durenna was immediately taken aback by these words, and even her sadness vanished. "Letting civilians join your private army? But, Saint Lady... civilians don't know how to obey orders and fight. They don't need training. They just need to consume the enemy's forces on the front lines! To win a war, we still have to rely on the knights..."

But halfway through her words, she looked at Sharlene's smiling face and suddenly realized that there was no real war now, and the enemy they had to deal with was monsters.

"But... civilians are also useless against monsters! They will scatter when they encounter monsters and don't even know how to use swords..." Durenna said loudly and anxiously, while Sharlelei raised her slender hand, signaling her to calm down.

"I understand what you're saying, but didn't the mountain folk also fight off monsters on their own?"

"But the mountain folk... they're usually good at hunting and using bows and arrows..."

"Miss Durenna, you have to understand that we no longer have crossbows. We can only rely on the walls to stop the monsters." Sharlelei shrugged. "So I need more people who can fight... No, even if it's just people who can follow orders, I want them. In fact, I do want to recruit mountain people to join the guard, but it seems that now is not the time."

"You...you want to recruit mountain people as your private soldiers..." Durenna opened her lips slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open, full of disbelief.

In her opinion, it was already a fantasy for this Saint Lord to just want to train the townspeople into warriors, and now she even wanted to let the mountain people and foreign barbarians join her guard!

They were pagans! And they were pagans who had a long-standing grudge against the people of the kingdom! This lady didn't think that if she could convince Nannide to treat the wounded, she could also convince them to become her own private soldiers, right? Those were two completely different concepts!

"Don't get excited, my knight..." Sharlelei smiled. She completely understood Durenna's shock. From the books collected by the old Lord Edgar, she had already gained a preliminary understanding of the war model in this world.

Typically, when war broke out, the nobles who responded to the call would lead their own private armies, forcibly recruit a wave of militia from their subjects, and drive them to the battlefield. Of course, the main force of these armies was the nobles' knights and private soldiers, while the militia... were merely cannon fodder.

Not to mention the knights, even the nobles' private guards were usually house-born sons who were raised and trained from childhood, and were fundamentally different from the common people and serfs who needed to farm.

Therefore, when Shalelei said that she wanted to let civilians and even pagan natives join her private army, Durenna was so surprised, as if the sky had fallen.

"In short, I need you to recruit twenty civilians. They must be able-bodied, without any disabilities, and experienced hunters are preferred. They will then train with the guards left behind by Derek. I need you to be my... um, training advisor."

Hearing this, Durenna's eyes widened again. "Are you really going to recruit civilians? Although you said 'even if they are just people who obey orders'...but how are you going to train them? You know, private soldiers are trained from a young age..."

"I've already told you, don't get excited, don't get excited, my knight..." Sharlelei repeated helplessly, reaching out and tapping her forehead. "Remember, we are succubi. There will always be a way."

The female knight took a step back in bewilderment after being poked on the forehead by a slender, white finger. Then, she recalled her thought from the day before—an army led by and blessed by a succubus...

Could it be that the Saint Lady had already thought of this? No, the Saint Lady must have thought of this a long time ago. Moreover, she also wanted to recruit civilians into the army, which showed that she had thought further than me...

An army, an army led by a succubus... For a moment, Durenna felt the knight part of her heart become hot again.

"Yes, Saint, I'll do it right away!" Durenna stood up straight with a snap, her pretty face flushed with excitement, looking particularly charming. She gave Sharlelei a standard knight's salute and hurried away.

Looking at the female knight's back, Sharlelei smiled and shook her head. After tucking the corner of the quilt for Sally on the bed in the inner room, she left the church and returned to the lord's mansion.

But when she finished her work at night, washed up and prepared to go to bed, she unexpectedly saw someone at the door of her bedroom - Isadore.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 42: Little Pig Hasn't Sleeped Yet

But what surprised Charlotte was that the little girl was not wearing a nun's uniform or even a skirt, but a shirt and trousers that were easy to move in.

Her little face was covered with crystal sweat, and even her two cute pigtails were wet with sweat, sticking to her white and crystal skin, making her look like she had just finished an intense exercise.

"Sister Sasha..." Seeing Sharlelei, Isadore shrank her head like a child who had done something wrong and called out softly.

Hearing the sweet and sticky name "Sister Sasha", Sharlelei's heart almost skipped a beat. After a moment's pause, she forced a smile and said, "Why are you so sweaty? Where have you been running around?"

Seeing that Salares had no intention of blaming her, Isadore felt relieved.

Not long ago, after escaping from Sallelei's "Health Class", she pestered Durenna to teach her basic fighting skills. After that, she practiced randomly for a while, getting sweaty all over. It was not until now that she remembered that she had "skipped class", so she returned to Sallelei's bedroom to wait for her.

Originally, Isadore thought that the Saint Lady would criticize her like Sister Ophelin did, but not only did the Saint Lady not criticize her, she was still smiling. Her little heart immediately jumped for joy.

"Sister Sasha...Sister Sasha!" Isadore ran over, grabbed Sallelei's hand and shook it vigorously, just grinning foolishly, "Hehe..."

Salaret smiled and ruffled the little succubus's hair. "Why, is there anything you want to say?"

Isadore tugged at the corner of her clothes, her fair face gradually flushing red, as if she had spent a lot of effort to muster up the courage: "Sheng... no, that, Sister Sasha, can I... can I stay here tonight?"

Sallelei's eyes turned, and she remembered that Isadore had escaped during her previous health education class. Then she came up with a plan and nodded. Isadore immediately smiled and opened her arms to hug Sallelei.

Sallelei reached out and touched her forehead, trying to stop the sweaty, unwashed little boar. Unexpectedly, Isadore's strength was astonishing, and Sallelei couldn't hold on. She cried out "ouch" and fell to the ground, and immediately found herself in an ambiguous position with Isadore riding on her.

"...Sister Sasha..."

Isadore stared blankly at Salora. They were incredibly close, the little succubus's two braided pigtails falling down, resting squarely on the plumpness of Salora's breasts. The young woman lay on the ground, her light flaxen hair flowing gracefully. On her dignified, pure, and beautiful face, her slightly upturned purple eyes held a unique allure as they glared at her with a half-smile...

For a moment, Isadore's eyes held only that half-smile. Her mind was blank, and all that echoed in her ears was the thumping of her own heart. She opened her eyes wide, her mouth wide open. The countless words she had wanted to tell the "Saint Lady" were now reduced to a heartbeat that threatened to shatter her chest, leaving no words unsaid.

In this trance, Isadore's horns and tail grew involuntarily, and her emerald green eyes took on a voluptuous crimson. Suddenly, a cool, slender finger touched her forehead, nearly causing her heart to skip a beat. The sounds around her returned, bringing her back to reality from her trance.

"How long do you plan to lie on top of me?" The girl in front of her glared at her with a look of half anger and half resentment, and slightly increased the pressure of the finger that was tapping her forehead.

Isadore finally woke up from her dream, screaming "Ah!" and leaping off of Sallelei. The girl slowly stood up and dusted herself off. The little succubus stood before her, head bowed, like a frost-bitten eggplant.

"I'm sorry, Sister Sasha, no, Lady Saint, I..."

Before Isadore could finish her words, Salares leaned over and winked at her mischievously. Her slender, soft fingers started from the top of her little head and gently stroked her hot face. Her fingertips seemed to touch her lips intentionally or unintentionally.

Just as Isadore swallowed her saliva and waited for Sharlene's fingers to move down to her neck, the succubus girl in front of her suddenly narrowed her eyes mischievously and flicked her forehead like lightning.

Isadore cried out, her tail standing up in fear, and she covered her forehead in confusion, not knowing what to do. But Sallelei had already turned around and walked towards her bedroom after saying this.

"Go take a shower first. You smell like a little wild boar."

Isadore was stunned for a moment, then she sniffed her own scent, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly ran away. Looking at her back as she ran wildly down the corridor, Sharlene shouted, "Horns and tail—Hey! Horns and tail! Remember to put them away!"

After taking a shower, Isadore changed into a nightgown and ran to Sallelei's room barefoot without wearing shoes.

At this time, the girl was already fast asleep on the big bed. Isadore subconsciously lightened her footsteps, slowly climbed onto the bed, held her breath, and stared at the pure and peaceful sleeping face of her own saint.

"Sister Shasha, Sister Shasha..."

Isadore murmured in a dreamlike voice. At this moment, the feeling of extreme discomfort and confusion that had made her so uncomfortable surged up again, making her want to reach out and touch the girl's face.

My Saint Lady, even in her sleep, has a slightly frowned brow. Is something bothering her? Oh, right, the Saint Lady has been dealing with all sorts of things lately, and I can't help at all...

"Lady Saint... No, Sister Sasha, I will become stronger... I will definitely be able to help you, I..."

Isadore whispered to herself, the unbearable feeling of suffocation filling her chest, then unknowingly turning into a smoldering flame. She had never wanted to change herself so much for another person. She reached out, wanting to touch Sallelei's cheek. But in the end, she didn't have the courage to take the step.