Succubus cannot be a saint

Even though she herself had become a succubus, Durenna knew that the succubus's charm was only used for evil. She had never imagined that the charm could be used to train soldiers!

It turns out that those peasants fought very hard during training, with fire in their eyes, and their charm played a role in it!

Once her thoughts turned, her eyes immediately lit up.

She knew the effects of "charm." The Saint's ability to wield it with such remarkable power, like training a dog, wasn't simply due to her immense magical powers. It was also because, as a Saint, she had earned the love and respect of the common people. And finally, there was the allure of immediate benefits.

Use the power of charm to subtly influence the soldiers' thinking, and imprint the command and prohibition into their consciousness and bones. Even if it is not necessary to control everyone's thinking, just letting them have a subconscious reaction can achieve twice the result with half the effort - no, it can achieve a thousand-day effect!

The effects of the Saint's training were already evident. Under the influence of her charm, the training movements had already been imprinted in their bodies, and her commands enabled them to react instantly. Remember, they had only trained for an afternoon!

Moreover, the Saint's unique training is more effective in terms of "obedience" than the combat training of ordinary nobles to cultivate private soldiers.

Although the "stigma" created by these charms will gradually fade over time, as long as the training is repeated every day, "obeying orders" will become an instinct deep in the bones of these farmers... no, soldiers.

"I understand, Saint Lady... Succubi... can make the best officers..." Durenna's fair and delicate cheeks flushed with excitement, and even her beautiful blue eyes couldn't help but moisten. "No... no! It should be said that only we succubi can become the best officers! I understand what you mean!"

"I'll write a training plan for you later, gradually increasing the amount of training. We'll also improve their food. We'll see how they deal with meat and eggs, as it's seasonal and our stockpile isn't much... but bread is essential."

Looking at the succubus female knight who was so excited that she was about to cry, Sharlele wanted to pat her head with some amusement, but because Durenna was almost a head taller than her, she rolled her eyes, grabbed the female knight's hand, interlaced their five fingers together, and winked at her.

"What I need now is not twenty warriors with superb martial arts skills, but twenty soldiers who obey orders strictly and completely... Do you understand, my knight?"

"They will not only be my strength against the monsters, but also my foundation against Greystone Town and even the Dravidian family," Sharlelei added silently in her heart.

"I will...I will follow your orders, Lady Saint..." Durenna held Sharlene's hand somewhat at a loss, with a blush on her cheeks.

"Very good." Sharlene blinked again and squeezed Durenna's hand. "Military discipline also depends on you, my knight. I'll write you a document with these details later, but the most important thing is that you are not allowed to plunder civilians' property."

"Huh? Looting is not allowed?" Durenna was slightly taken aback. In her military training, a large portion of the income of noble private soldiers came from plundering the land and settlements of the defeated after victory. This was even the biggest motivation for these private soldiers to participate in war.

You know, not every noble would pay their private soldiers enough wages. In times of scarcity, they would have to rely on the spoils they had robbed to survive.

"Of course." Shalelei's eyes gradually turned cold, and she slowly let go of Durenna's hand.

She looked at the farmers still feasting not far away, a hint of frost gradually covering her pretty face. "They are not just an army... but also the army of the 'Saint'. Do you understand what I mean, my knight?"

"I understand..." Durenna's heart tightened and she bowed quickly. She felt her heartbeat speed up slightly because of Sharlele's words "my knight".

Sharlelei nodded, looking away and falling silent. Her current identity was, after all, "Saint," and this would be her banner, her signboard. Regardless of her personal moral compulsions or not, the Saint's army would never tolerate acts like bandits.

But soon, her thoughts wandered and she began to mutter in her mind.

"Succubi can make the best officers... But in this world, female officers are really hard to become and train. Oh, and since there are succubus officers, can there be succubus warriors? An army composed entirely of succubi with supernatural powers... It's quite exciting to think about it."

"If I really had an army of beautiful girls like this... wow, would this also be considered some kind of... Girls' Frontline?"

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Time flies by while I work overtime. Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye, and now it is the second half of the wheat wave month.

During this period, Sharlele drew up a complete training plan - actually the same one she had received in college with some additions - and handed it to Durena along with a draft of military discipline.

After mastering the application of charm, Durenna also gathered these militiamen and Derek's private soldiers, and trained them together in mixed groups.

Under the power of charm, in just two weeks, the female knight trained these guys in an orderly manner. It was as if she had been given a cheat. Compared with the original training method of this world, the efficiency was more than ten times faster.

In terms of clerical work, after assimilating the remaining human nuns, Sharlelei gathered the succubus nuns and Derek's original clerical staff together for remedial lessons every night, teaching them modern spreadsheets, statistics and calculation knowledge.

After two weeks of remedial classes, this group of clerks finally looked decent enough in Sharlele's eyes, enough for her to start preparing for the next plan - to provide general education to the townspeople.

At the same time, the use of "Saint Mortar" also made Sharlelei full of confidence in further town construction. After surviving the difficulties of the monster attack, she planned to repair the main roads in the town, and systematically demolish and rebuild the dilapidated houses so that the townspeople could live in new houses.

As for the wall on the west side of the town, it had also been repaired and put into use. During the construction process, Root and his apprentices discovered the shortcomings of the "Saint's Mortar" and improved it by combining the materials and techniques of stonemasons from this world.

The wall, repaired and reinforced with "Saint's Mortar," was given a new name by the craftsmen: the Saint's Wall. Sharlelei, feeling both amused and embarrassed, acquiesced to the name.

Over the past two weeks, despite the increasing number of monsters, Durenna and the guards have been unable to break through the "Wall of the Holy Maiden" defenses. However, with the current manpower, the situation is not optimistic. If the number of monsters continues to increase, then it will only be a matter of time before the defenses are breached.

"It's time to drag those new recruits up there and let them see some blood..."

That evening, after reading Durenna's report, Sharlene muttered to herself, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the fire on the west side of the town.

During this time, the guards worked in shifts almost every night to defend the wall. Durenna, the captain of the guard, even reversed her schedule, not only guarding the wall every night but also taking time out in the afternoons for training. Fortunately, her combined strength as a super warrior and a succubus allowed her to withstand the pressure; any ordinary person would have collapsed long ago.

"If I had a musket, no...even a crossbow, would it be like this..."

Whenever she thought of this, Sharlelei felt so angry that she wanted to kill Derek in the dungeon right now.

After gazing at the window for a moment, Charlene turned and left. She instructed the maid standing by the door, "Pass on my orders. Have the militia assemble in the courtyard of the lord's mansion. I will lead them to the town's western wall."

The maid took the order and left, but not long after, it was Isadore who appeared in front of Sharlele.

This little succubus wore a piece of ill-fitting leather armor over her nun's uniform, and held a hard-headed hammer that she had found from somewhere in her hand. Her face was full of excited smiles, and from a distance she looked like a walking barrel.

"Lady Saint, Lady Saint! I heard you're going to take the militia to the other side of the wall!" Isadore shook Salare's arm, her braids swinging back and forth. "Take me with you too! I can fight, too! I'm very strong, please!"

Salares glanced at Isadore, who was holding the mace in one hand with a relaxed look, and couldn't help but feel a little amused. She thought to herself, "You are strong, but that is all given by my blasphemy..."

"...Okay, but when we get there, you have to obey my orders and stay behind the wall. You absolutely cannot do anything on your own, understand?"

But unable to resist the little succubus's watery, pleading eyes, Sharlele finally gave in and reached out to tap her forehead.

"Wow! Thank you, Lady Saint! I will be good and obedient!" Isadore suddenly jumped three feet high, bouncing around Salaret like a golden little ball, making her almost dizzy. In the end, she had to hold down the little girl's head to make her calm down.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 46: Facing the Monster

When Sallelei, Isadore, and the twenty militiamen arrived at the mountain dwelling area, the "Wall of the Holy Maiden" was already brightly lit. After being repaired with "Holy Maiden Mortar," the gaps in the wall had been firmly sealed, and the surrounding walls had also been repaired. The once mottled wall had been transformed into a smooth, solid dark gray stone wall.

Several elevated platforms were set up in front of the wall. Some guards were climbing up and down to transport supplies, while a dozen soldiers stood on the platforms, holding weapons such as short bows and spears, vigilantly monitoring the distance.

Among these men, a slender figure wearing silver chain mail stood out, like a swan standing among a flock of chickens. Her golden hair sparkled brightly in the firelight. It was the succubus knight Durenna.

"Lord Saint!"

Hearing the footsteps, Durenna turned around, a hint of joy flashed across her fair face. She jumped up, landed lightly on the ground, and knelt on one knee in front of Sharlele.

Immediately, the guards guarding the wall turned around, knelt down in front of Sharlene, and shouted in unison: "Lady Saint!"

Not only the guards, but even the militiamen led by Shalelei were infected by this atmosphere and knelt down one after another. Soon, only Shalelei, Isadore, and the mountain people not far from the wall were still standing.

"Alright, everyone, get up and return to your posts." Sharlelei helped Durenna up. "What's going on?"

"There are currently no signs of a monster attack," Durenna replied, quickly turning her head to glance at the mountain dwellers at the wall. "They have no intention of fighting alongside us, but they have tacitly allowed us to operate here and are even providing us with logistical supplies."

Following her gaze, Sharlele saw Nanned standing at the front of the mountaineers. The tall mountaineer stared blankly at the group of Kingdom people, seemingly lost in thought.

"Their cooperation is truly commendable," Sharlene nodded. She knew that healing the rift between the mountain folk and the Kingdom would take time... or perhaps a new opportunity. "I've brought reinforcements to give these new recruits some experience, and I'll come to personally inspect the situation."

"I understand. Please go in." Durenna bowed slightly to make way for Sharlele, and then directed the militia to divide into groups to make pre-war preparations so that they could go up to the wall at any time to provide support to the wall guards.

Durenna's gaze quickly fell on Isadore. She ruffled the succubus's hair and said with a smile, "Why are you here too? This isn't a game, you know?"

"I, I'm not a child anymore!" Isadore blushed and waved her fists. "I've become stronger! And Sister Durenna, didn't you teach me—"

But when she said this, she suddenly glanced at Sharlene not far ahead and shut her mouth.

"What? You don't want the Saint to know?" Durenna scratched her nose, a strange feeling rising in her heart. If only Sally could run around as energetically as this girl, how great it would be...

But she shook her head, quickly suppressing the thought. Thanks to the Saint, Sally's health had improved a lot. As long as she could succubus her later, the two sisters could be together forever...

"Ah! Uncle Nanned!" Isadore was sharp-eyed and saw Nanned and the mountain people standing not far away. She ran over while waving her hands excitedly, and the hammer in her other hand dragged on the ground, plowing a trail of flying soil.

Seeing her dragging such a lump of metal around effortlessly, Nanned and the mountain people's faces turned green.

On the other side, Sharlelei climbed up to the top of the wall and looked around in the light of the torch. The ground outside the wall was dotted with black marks, and not far away was a dark and gloomy shadow. The dark forest shrouded in the night was without a single light, like a big black mouth, waiting outside Yuequan Town, waiting to completely swallow up the town one day.

It would be nice if I had night vision goggles and a telescope... Sallelei sighed and looked away.

It was already late at night, the moon obscured by dark clouds. The flames illuminated a few dozen meters beyond, leaving a pitch-black darkness. For a moment, Sharlelei felt as if the darkness beyond the range of the flames wasn't just darkness, but the pitch-black, lightless deep sea. The entire Moon Spring Town seemed like an isolated island surrounded by water...

Somehow, a strange feeling of uneasiness arose in Sharlelei's heart, but at this moment, as if responding to her uneasiness, a sharp and shrill howl suddenly sounded in the darkness!

"Warcraft! Warcraft is coming!"

"Lady Saint, please go to a safe place!"

In an instant, the shouts of the guards spread throughout the entire wall. Durenna gave orders in a stern voice, and the soldiers moved in an orderly and swift manner. A row of guards holding spears stood by on the top of the wall, and then guards holding short bows lined up behind them, drawing their bows and arrows, aiming at the darkness outside the range of the fire.

After two weeks of intensive charm and training... well, mainly charm, these guards executed orders decisively and quickly. In Sharlelei's opinion, they already had some shadows of modern soldiers in their previous lives.

Then, a strange clattering sound came from the darkness, as if a herd of animals were running on the ground. Soon, a black shadow rushed out from the darkness!

"Fire arrows!"

Durenna shouted, and arrows shot out one after another, drawing arcs in the air, and then—

——Most of the arrows missed the ground, and only one hit the black shadow.

With a slap, Shailele slapped herself in the face, raised her head and looked at the sky in silence.

Seeing this scene, even Durenna felt a little embarrassed. But there was nothing she could do. These guards hadn't received much archery training, and in the past two weeks they had only been doing drills and the like, leaving them with no time for archery.

The black shadow ran at full speed and arrived at the city wall almost instantly, and then... it crashed into the brick wall, making a crisp sound of broken bones, and fell to the ground motionless.

Only then did Shalelei see clearly that it was a deer. Just like the monsters she had seen before, this deer was covered with strange sharp horns, and some of the horns were even bent and pierced into its own body, cutting its flesh as it ran, leaving bloodstains all over the ground.

But even so, the mutant deer rushed to the wall fearlessly and crashed into it to death.

"Don't let your guard down! Archers, draw your arrows! Spears, get ready!" Durenna shouted. As soon as she finished her words, accompanied by the sound of hooves stomping on the ground, more dark shadows rushed out from the darkness.

This time, Sharlelei saw clearly that among these monsters there were not only deer, but also foxes, badgers... and even rabbits.

Like a great migration, dozens of wild beasts of all kinds charged fearlessly. With the clatter of bowstrings, a second wave of arrows was unleashed. This time, the hit rate was much higher, but the lethality was somewhat worrying. A long arrow lodged itself in a deer, but the sharp horns covering its body acted like armor, preventing the arrow from penetrating deeply.

Seeing the beasts rushing to the wall, Durenna waved her hand fiercely: "Archers, retreat! Spears, position!"

At her command, the archers stepped back in unison, and the spearmen thrust their spears forward. A dull thud echoed as deer crashed to their deaths beneath the walls. However, the smaller, more agile beasts leaped to their feet, their small bodies seemingly packed with immense strength, leaping onto the top of the wall in a single bound!

"prick--!"

Hearing the command, the spearman handed out the spear in his hand without hesitation.

With a few muffled "pu pu" sounds, the sharp spear tips pierced the monsters, some piercing through the horn defenses, while others did not. But even if the spears successfully penetrated the monsters' bodies, they were stuck in the horns on their bodies and could not be pulled out.

"Drop your spears! Drop your spears!" Durenna's order came in time. Regardless of whether they pierced the monsters or not, the spearmen threw their spears together with the monsters on them under the wall without hesitation, drew their daggers from their waists, and engaged in close combat with the remaining monsters.

"Wounded, stand back! Reserves, move forward!"

The clear, sharp voice of the young girl echoed in the night. Hearing her orders, the guards for a moment forgot where they were. Their minds went blank, and they only knew to follow the orders, executing the actions etched in their bones—extending their spears, releasing their spears, drawing their daggers…

Just as the guards and the monsters were engaged in the first round of close combat, Durenna also took action.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 47: Home Run

Accompanied by flashes of silver light, the slender and graceful figure of the female knight flew along the wall, and the long sword in her hand was thrust out like lightning. Every time the sword was swung, it accurately tore the body of a monster, and dark, dirty blood splattered everywhere.

But even so, several soldiers were injured in the fight with the monsters. The sharp horns cut their flesh, and the bright red blood mixed with the black blood of the monsters flowed on the wall.

"Wounded, stand back! Reserves, move forward!"

There was a hurried and chaotic sound of footsteps, and the wounded guards evacuated to the foot of the wall in an orderly manner along the elevated platform, while the militiamen gathered into teams, stepped forward with spare spears, and held the position of the wounded.

Meanwhile, a wave of monster attacks had just ended. The stench of blood permeated the air, irritating everyone's nerves. Under the stimulation of pain, slaughter, and blood, Durrenna's charm gradually wore off, and the soldiers' eyes gradually cleared.

Although their usual training still allowed them to react subconsciously to military orders, they could no longer enter that state of selflessness again.

But even so, the execution ability demonstrated by these guards was enough to amaze Sharlele.

You have to remember, this was only the result of two weeks of training! In just two weeks, these militiamen had demonstrated obedience and decisiveness comparable to those of the private soldiers. Although their combat capabilities weren't yet comparable to those of the private soldiers who had trained in martial arts since childhood, they had already far exceeded Sharlelei's expectations.

Facts have proven that succubus training is effective, and has miraculous effects.

In the past, those soldiers would not have been able to collectively drop their spears as decisively as they did now. When the first wave of monsters were hanging on their spears, they would have fallen into chaos and started close combat with the monsters in advance, resulting in many more casualties.

The chaos on the wall will also make it impossible for the reserve troops below the wall to move forward. If a second wave of monsters appears at this time, the formation on the wall will easily collapse completely, and then they can only rely on the strong Durenna to turn the tide.

But now, the attacks of more than a dozen monsters were repelled, and the cost was only the minor injuries of three soldiers.

At the same time, the militiamen on standby under the wall were not idle either. They immediately bandaged the wounded. Although their techniques were not very skilled, they were enough to treat such wounds.

At this moment, Shailelei, who had retreated inside the wall, took all of this in and felt her heartbeat begin to speed up slightly.

For her, the fact that only two weeks of training could produce such results is more important and more exciting than anything else.