Succubus cannot be a saint

"There's no point in punishing you. The Falling Leaf Moon is approaching, and there will be more and more monsters. We'll need more manpower and a longer defense line. We also need to prepare for the war... We have to do something outside the walls, too."

"You mean... a trap..." Tears still welled up in Durenna's eyes, but a hint of surprise and a smile appeared on her pretty face. "I understand, Saint. I will gather the hunters among the townspeople right away...!"

"There's no rush. Get some rest when you get back. Mountain hunters will be visiting the lord's mansion soon. You can ask them for advice on setting traps." Sharlele wiped the tears from her eyes and poked the girl's cheek with a smile. "Also, gather some kerosene and small pottery jars. I'll need them."

"But Saint Lady, those monsters are no longer afraid of fire..."

"They're just not afraid of fire anymore, not that they're not afraid of being burned, my silly knight!" Seeing the female knight's bewildered look, Shailelei couldn't help but reach out and twist her nose. "Then wait and see how I shock those beasts with a little Molotov cocktail!"

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Just like that, a week passed.

What surprised Sharlelei was that during this period of time, the monsters had not organized any decent offensive. Even if they attacked, they were only two or three small fish, which were easily dealt with by Durenna and the guards on the wall.

But this was exactly what Sharlele wanted. Without the interference of the monsters, her wall defense plan was implemented very smoothly. The soldiers and hunters quickly set up traps outside the wall and successfully made a batch of "homemade Molotov cocktails".

Even though it was simply a mixture of kerosene and low-quality beer, placed in a clay pot and sealed with a cloth, this homemade weapon was still quite powerful. The only thing that made Sharlelei a little disappointed was that in this era, there were no rubber crumbs or magnesium powder, so she couldn't increase the power of the flames even further.

During this time, Durenna recruited another twenty townspeople as a militia reserve and began training. After the army was reinforced, the courtyard of the lord's mansion seemed too small, so she chose an open space beside the wall as a training ground.

The mountain hunters led by Nanned were naturally stunned after watching Durenna's "training method" while teaching the militiamen archery.

On the night when the monsters attacked, Nanned and the mountain people had witnessed the soldiers' neat and orderly formations and movements, but now seeing their training scenes with their own eyes was naturally a different kind of shock.

Putting aside the military posture, formations, group training and competition, as well as the quick response to commands, what shocked the mountain people the most was the soldiers' almost fanatical dedication during the training.

If we say that at first, the mountain people came to the parade ground with contempt, suspicion and distrust towards the people of the kingdom, as well as a little bit of other plans.

After watching the first day of soldiers' training, the indigenous hunters led by Nanned were deeply shocked and vaguely realized another thing.

"Looks like we don't have to worry about the Kingdom's people learning our archery and using it against us," Nanned said to his companions in a self-deprecating tone after the first day of archery instruction. "The enemy their 'Saint Lady' imagines is not us."

So... who is this "Saint Lady" imagining as her enemy? Is it a monster? But is it really necessary to train your soldiers to that level just to fight monsters?

What she was preparing for was not a battle, a simple fight like the one at the village entrance. So, what was she preparing for?

For a... war?

The moment this thought occurred to Nannide, a shudder ran through his body. The image of the "saint's" gently smiling face emerged in his mind, but he couldn't help but shudder. The murderous aura emanating from those orderly soldiers seemed to blend in with that gentle smile.

For the first time in his more than 30 years of life, Nanned felt an inexplicable fear of a little girl who was not even half his age.

——But what the mountain people were thinking had nothing to do with Salaret in the lord’s mansion.

A week later, on the first night of the falling leaf month, she received the first good news of the month.

That is, the little nun who was "entrusted with an important task" by her dug through the library of the lord's mansion and finally dug out the "magic bracelet of the elf" mentioned by Derek.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 52: The Elf's Bracelet

"Lady Saint, Lady Saint!"

The office door was slammed open, and a petite figure rushed in like a gust of wind. Then she slipped, cried "Ouch", and rolled over with sparks and lightning, and hit her head on Sharlelei's desk.

At that time, the Saint Lady, who was busy with many things, was drinking water. When she was bumped into like this, her hand shook violently and a glass of water splashed on her face.

“Ouch, that hurts…”

The little succubus held her head and raised it while humming, but what she saw was a beautiful face covered with water droplets and an annoyed smile.

"Isadore..." Salares pushed aside her wet bangs and said through gritted teeth, "Are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt!" Isadore was stunned for a moment before reacting. She quickly smiled widely and jumped up with full energy.

Salaret: "...Very good, then I will spank you!"

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A few minutes later.

"Woooo..."

The little succubus collapsed on Sharlene's knees like a noodle, and her long succubus tail slipped out from under her skirt, swaying listlessly.

Sallelei withdrew the hand that had just spanked her, and the soft and elastic touch still remained on her palm. Her cheeks flushed, and while she wiped her face with a handkerchief, she looked at the small bookcase that Isadore had brought in.

"Hey, where is my handkerchief?" She felt nothing and was confused. She thought for a long time but couldn't figure out where she had put her handkerchief. She had no choice but to wipe her face with her sleeve.

When Isadore heard this, she shuddered all over and her eyes involuntarily glanced away.

Shailelei didn't notice her abnormality, put her down, and picked up the bookcase. After opening the bookcase, she saw scrolls one after another.

"...Where's the bracelet?" Sharlene turned her head to look at the little succubus.

Isadore stuck out her tongue and pulled out a scroll - it turned out that the bracelet was stuck on the scroll, and it was really hard to see from a bird's-eye view.

——No wonder those succubus nuns can’t be found!

Shailelei rolled her eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and took the bracelet, examining it carefully in her palm.

As Derek said, this was indeed an elf-style silver wire bracelet, but the silver surface had become severely blackened, the silver wires were mostly broken, and the gems inlaid on it had fallen off, leaving only a broken base.

"Is this a magical item, Sister Sasha?" the little nun leaned against the table, her bright red eyes gleaming. Now that she and Sallelei were alone, the way they addressed each other naturally changed.

"Don't be too happy yet. That idiot Derek is talking nonsense. We don't even know if it's a magical item..."

Sharlelei held up the bracelet, looked at it under the light for a while, and seeing that it really didn't react at all, she injected a bit of magic power into it.

But at this moment, the bracelet suddenly flashed a blue light and then began to vibrate violently!

As a "well-informed" earthling, Sharlelei's heart suddenly tightened: This thing...is this thing going to explode?

As the bracelet vibrated more and more violently and the frequency of the blue light flashing became higher and higher, the little nun opened her eyes wide and exclaimed "Wow!", while Sharlelei threw it away without hesitation and pulled her into her arms.

"Whoa, be careful, it's going to explode!"

The bracelet had barely escaped her grasp when it suddenly exploded in mid-air, showering silver shards with fragments. Countless pieces of paper appeared out of thin air and clattered to the ground. Sallelei and Isadore stared at the rain of paper, speechless for a moment.

"Sister Sasha, the bracelet has turned into a piece of paper..." Isadore said foolishly, reaching out and grabbing a piece of paper. Shalelei glanced at it and saw the words written in elegant handwriting:

I dedicate this book to my beloved, Gelley, and my daughter, Vera Valindiya.

"Vera Valindiya..." Sharlelei read out loud subconsciously, but before she finished her words, a blue light flashed again in the pile of papers. She was so scared that she quickly pressed the little nun into her arms and hid under the table.

But she waited for a while, and there was no movement outside, so she stuck her head out in confusion. At this time, the little nun was already struggling in her arms, and with a "puha" sound, her head emerged from her chest, her little face red, and she didn't know if it was because she was pressed or what.

However, Salares' attention was not on her. Instead, she looked vigilantly at the room filled with floating paper scraps. After making sure that there would not be a second explosion, she walked out from behind the table. Isadore followed her with a blushing face.

"Where did these papers come from?" Sharlele picked up a few pieces of paper and slowly flipped through them. She saw that they were covered with various runes, magic circles, dense small words, and many things that looked like annotations.

Is this... a magic book? No, it looks like a manuscript. Could it be that Derek was right, and this bracelet was really left by a wizard? Then why did a pile of paper suddenly "refresh" after the bracelet exploded?

"Could this bracelet be a storage item? It was already on the verge of breaking, and after I injected magic into it, it was completely destroyed, and the things inside fell out. Hmm... this is the only explanation..."

After thinking for a moment, Shailele asked Isadore to help her sort out the papers. She also found two other things in the bracelet - a small hand mirror and a small windmill.

Although the small windmill was not damaged, the mirror surface of the small hand mirror was completely broken. Only the round frame and the handle inlaid with sapphires were intact.

"Vera Valindia?" Sharlelei tried to say it, and the sapphire on the handle of the hand mirror immediately lit up with a blue light. It seemed that this was the thing that flashed before.

"What is this? Could it be a magic item too..." But after Sharlele tried to inject magic power into the hand mirror, it didn't react at all.

"Wow, Sister Sasha, look, it can turn!" Isadore on the other side screamed. She held the small windmill in her hand, and a faint pink and purple magic light flashed in her hand, and the small windmill slowly began to rotate.

"Is this also a magic item?" Salerle asked curiously, taking the small windmill from Isadore's hand and found that there was a silver plate engraved with rows of runes fixed on the back of the windmill.

She tried to inject magic power into the windmill and could clearly feel it flowing along the runes, triggering some magical effect that made the windmill spin. When she stopped injecting magic power, the spell ended and the windmill stopped.

Sallelei and Isadore looked at each other, both confused, not knowing what the windmill was for. After a while, Isadore whispered, "Saint, it looks like a toy windmill that children play with..."

As soon as she said this, Sharlele suddenly realized that this thing was just a toy windmill, but it was powered by magic.

"Strange, do mages also play with toys?"

After throwing the toy windmill to the delighted Isadore, Salares muttered to herself as she gathered up all the papers scattered on the ground.

After a quick glance, Sharlele confirmed her previous guess - these papers were not only covered with various runes and magic circles, but also marked with page numbers, which made it certain that they were the manuscripts of a magic book.

After sorting the manuscripts according to page numbers, Sharlele discovered that the first page was the one the little nun had received. However, in addition to the sentence "This book is dedicated to...", there was another sentence written on it.

"Vera Valindiya, Valiere, my love, the second light in my life. I hope this book can be your wings, taking you up in the wind and flying into the magical sky."

The moment this line of text came into her eyes, a wonderful idea suddenly rushed into Sharlene's mind, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

"Could this be the magic textbook that elf...that wizard wrote for his daughter?"

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 53: Magic Textbook?

If this really is a magic textbook, then the little nun has undoubtedly done a great job.

For Sharlene, who has magical powers but no magical knowledge, a magic textbook is even more important than gunpowder and steam engines.

With the "blessing" bestowed upon her by the mysterious pink UI spirit, Sharlene's magic power can be increased as long as she continues to assimilate humans into succubi. It is foreseeable that her magic power will continue to grow stronger as the succubus group expands.

Possessing such a huge amount of magic power, but not being able to cast a single spell, Sharlele inevitably felt frustrated that she had money but nowhere to spend it.

With excitement, Sharlene's fingers trembled slightly as she turned to the second page of the manuscript. There it was written: "Volume 1, The Basic Structure of Magic."

Sharlene stared at the words intently, her heart beating violently, as if it was about to burst through her chest. She took a deep breath, steadied her trembling fingers, and quickly flipped through the manuscript.

But what disappointed her was that there was not much content on these papers. They only wrote about the basic structure of magic and the principles of several primary magic circles, and then stopped abruptly.

"Although the text is human common language, it clearly has elven writing habits, and it looks like a woman's handwriting. Vera Valindiya is also a typical elven name... Huh? There's a second handwriting above..."

As she read, Sharlene's expression became a little strange. There was also a second person's handwriting on the manuscript, and it was also beautiful and neat, and it seemed to be from a woman.

In addition to the main text, the two handwritings also discussed various issues related to magic in the form of annotations, and sometimes they would draw some little faces, revealing a strong sense of intimacy.

"Could the other handwriting be the 'Gelley' written at the beginning? The author of the manuscript also seems to be a woman... Could this elf also be our 'fellow traveler'? Is Moon Spring Town so attractive to lesbians?"

But when she thought that the author of the manuscript, the elf, might have died in the Black Forest, and that not only would she never be able to complete the book, but she would also never be able to see her lover again, Sharlene put down the manuscript and couldn't help but sigh with regret.

"Thank you, unknown elf lady. I will make good use of your legacy."

Hearing Shalelei's sigh, Isadore raised her head sharply and blinked, "Sister Shasha, what happened?"

"No, you did a great job and helped a lot!" Salares turned around and rubbed Isadore's head hard with a smile. The little nun covered her messed up hair and smiled even though she didn't understand what she had done.

Then she seemed to have thought of something, her face flushed slightly, her fingertips nervously touching each other, and she whispered softly, "Then... Sister Shasha, can I... can I have a reward?"

"Sure, what reward do you want?" Shalelei said with a smile, and then began to think about what she could give Isadore. Money? No... she probably wouldn't like money. So how about toys or sweets?

"I, I think... I think—!" Isadore's face flushed red, her fists clenched tightly, and her succubus tail swung back and forth, wagging like a puppy. But she kept saying "I think" for a long time, but she couldn't come up with anything. Her face was almost purple.

Facing Charlotte's face so close to her, Isadore could only feel her heart pounding. The sounds around her seemed to fade away. For a moment, all she could see was the girl's smile, her drooping light flaxen hair, and the shaking of her plump breasts under her clothes when she reached out to brush her hair away.

“I want…I want…!”

Blasphemy against you.

These two words kept rolling around in the little girl's mouth. No one knew how they appeared in her little heart, but they did appear, and she wanted to pour them out so much.

But just looking at those purple eyes filled with gentle smiles and the fair skin reflected in the soft light, two completely different emotions in her heart began to fight relentlessly, just like two little people fighting for her body, one of them wanted to pray, while the other just wanted to throw himself into the arms of the girl in front of him without caring about anything.

"Hmm? What do you want? Tell me..." Seeing the little succubus hesitating, Sharlene couldn't help but laugh. She reached out and pinched the little girl's soft face. "If you don't tell me, I will keep rubbing your face."

"Mmm, mmm...!" Isadore's face was squeezed and flattened in Salle's hands, making a gurgling sound. Her two little hands were shaking wildly. The word "blasphemy" was clearly on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say it no matter what.

The pair of purple eyes in front of her narrowed into crescents, filled with a sweet smile. She almost drowned in it. Somehow, the string in her heart suddenly loosened, and she blurted out:

“…I, I want you—!”

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Isadore stared blankly, eyes wide open, hardly daring to believe she had said these words. The smile on Sallelei's face slowly faded, and as that smile faded, the little succubus's boiling heart gradually cooled down, sinking into a cold abyss.

I...I said something wrong and made the Saint angry...?

"You want me?"

Salaret repeated it softly, then slowly let go of Isadore. In the pitiful gaze of the little succubus as if she had been abandoned, she stood up straight and put her hand across her chest. Her wide nun's skirt outlined a plump curve, and at the same time, a playful glance flew towards Isadore.

"Is this the me you want?"

Before Isadore could react, a pair of soft hands fell upon her. Amidst her exclamations, Sallelei lifted the petite, soft golden girl with a slight effort, breathing in her delicate fragrance and whispering in the frightened little succubus's ear, "Okay, then as a reward... you'll move into my bedroom, won't you?"

Until the moment she was lifted up by the Saint, Isadore couldn't believe that everything she had experienced was real. After hearing Sallelei's whisper, she trembled all over.

I can get closer to the Saint Lady...

But for some reason, the moment she heard the word "sister", Isadore was stunned.

Come move into my sister's bedroom.