Succubus cannot be a saint

The more Sharlene thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and her heartbeat quickened slightly. Right now, she only had one succubus, Isadore. What about two, three, ten, or even a hundred? How much magical power would she gain then?

As a group of people who wield the extraordinary power of magic, magicians are a superior class in this world. Even Sharlele's father, the Duke of the West, treats his advisory mage with great courtesy, and often laments how wonderful it would be if he also possessed magical talent and could become a mage.

If magical talent was not inherited through blood and was a rare opportunity, he might even marry Sharlele to a wizard, just to give birth to a descendant with magical powers for the family.

And now, Sharlele, the stain on her family and the exiled "mad daughter", possesses the magical power that even the Duke dreams of!

Savoring the irony, Sharlene couldn't help but laugh until tears came out.

"But magic power alone is useless without magical knowledge. It seems I need to find a way to learn some magic to become a true wizard..."

Trying hard to suppress her excitement, Sharlene looked up at the little succubus nun in front of her who had been reborn. Now she had a more important problem to solve.

That is the succubus’s “eating” problem.

In Sharlele's mind, a succubus is a lustful creature that feeds on lust... on the essence of others. While succubi vary across fantasy settings on Earth, the core concepts behind these two are largely similar. I wonder if the succubus I've assimilated will be similar.

If this freshly minted little succubus drains someone dry every now and then, it won't be long before the nobles and the church join forces to come and burn her to death.

"Isadore, I want to ask you a serious question." Salares stared into the pair of beautiful bright red eyes that no longer belonged to humans and asked in a serious tone, "Do you... want to have some sex now?"

Isadore: “…Ah?”

At first, Isadore didn't understand what the word "色|色" meant. After Salleh leaned over and whispered something in her ear, the little nun's cheeks flushed crimson and white steam rose from her head.

Sex? With whom? With this crazy rich girl in front of me?

But for some reason, staring at Sharlene's beautiful face and the curve of her chest, Isadore's heart beat faster for no apparent reason, and a strange thought emerged.

Why am I so eager to be with a girl...? I'm longing to be with Miss Sallelei...?

Just as she was feeling uneasy, Isadore suddenly saw a pair of dark golden things slowly growing from the top of Sallelei's head. She immediately pointed at her and screamed. Sallelei turned her head to look in the mirror and saw two hard horns as expected.

Unlike Isadore's horns, Sharlele's horns were dark gold, growing from the back of her head and wrapping around it like a crown. At the same time, something long and thin seemed to move within her skirt—it was undoubtedly a tail.

"Because of Isadore's transformation into a succubus, my succubus traits have also appeared... That's right, after all, the UI spirit said 'assimilate others into succubi', which means I was already a succubus from the beginning..."

Sharlele pondered silently, and this sudden appearance of succubus characteristics did not surprise her.

"Have I... become a monster, Miss Salares?" Isadore looked at the horns on Salares' head, then looked at her own white and delicate hands in confusion. She tried to wave her fists, and felt strength surging out of her body, and her body became extremely light.

"Yes, you are already a succubus."

After hearing Sharlele's answer, Isadore fell into deep confusion.

Her little head vaguely remembered that the head nun had mentioned in her bedtime story that "succubus" was an evil monster...but she always fell asleep quickly, so that was all she remembered.

Had I turned into some evil monster? Aren't monsters supposed to be ugly? I'd become so beautiful, like an angel from the Bible!

Looking at Isadore's confused little face, Salle knew that this little nun was in conflict between faith and reality, and she had to give her a push to help her complete the transformation of her identity.

"Isadore," Salare said softly, staring into the little succubus's bright red eyes. "I know you must be confused right now. You feel like you've turned into an evil monster... But think about yourself... Have you really become evil? Have you really changed what you want to do?"

As she spoke, she raised her head and pointed at the mirror with her chin. Isadore turned her head away blankly, staring at her beautiful self in the mirror without blinking.

"I...what I want to do?" The little succubus muttered to herself, while Salares continued softly, "Yes, Isadore, have you really changed after becoming a succubus?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sharlele suddenly felt a strange sensation. It was as if... she was touching the little succubus in front of her with an invisible hand. Under her touch, Isadore slowly relaxed her guard, and her eyes began to become hazy.

Could this be the allure of a succubus? Sharlelei seemed to understand.

At this time, Isadore also whispered softly: "What I want to do... I want to... I want to protect the residents of this town from the invasion of monsters... I want everyone to live in harmony, whether they are mountain dwellers or people in the kingdom, so that no one will suffer from hunger or cold..."

A charming smile crept onto Salares's face. She whispered softly, "That's right, Isadore. You haven't changed at all. You're still yourself. Everything you do is for the suffering people. You haven't fallen, you've simply gained power, the power to save others. The goddess will forgive you..."

Isadore stared at Sallelei blankly, her bright red eyes gradually becoming moist. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and prayed devoutly.

"Ah, goddess... If, if I violate your will and become an evil monster, then please punish me... If, if... it is your will that I become a succubus, then please guide me on the way forward..."

For a moment, the room was shrouded in silence, and Sharlene could even hear her own nervous heartbeat.

Would this "Goddess of Light" react to her followers being transformed into succubi? Would she send down a ray of holy light, burning herself and the two succubi, Isadore (one large and one small), to ashes?

Even though Salares was confident that she could fool the little nun with her charm and eloquence, she began to feel uneasy when it came to the unknown and uncontrollable power of "God".

But time passed, no holy light descended from the sky, no visions appeared. The goddess made no response. The little nun slowly opened her eyes, her bright red pupils filled with tears.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 5: You want to eat white bread?

At this time, Shalelei realized that it was time for her to appear.

"Look, Isadore, the goddess didn't punish you," she said softly, once again casting her charm on the little succubus in front of her. "Doesn't this prove that She acquiesced to your actions?"

"The goddess... acquiesced?" Isadore muttered to herself blankly. She slowly stood up and looked at herself in the mirror again. "Is this really... the goddess' will?"

"If this wasn't the Goddess's plan, why did I wake up, and why did I suddenly come to your rescue?" Seeing the little nun gradually wavering, Sharlele decided to strike while the iron was hot. "And I, in turn, gave you power... the power to influence Derek and save the town. Isn't this the Goddess' will?"

Under the dual attack of Charlene's charm and language, the expression on Isadore's face kept changing, from confusion to relief, to piety, and then to joy... It can be seen that this set of "strict" logic is indeed valid in her worldview.

"You're right... Miss Shalelei, you're right..." Hearing these words, the girl shed tears of joy. "This must be the arrangement of the Goddess. It was She who asked you to save me! Even if I become a succubus, I will still be the Goddess's succubus, and my faith in Her will not change!"

"—Ahh, praise the goddess, thank you for turning me into a succubus!"

As soon as these words came out, Shalelei almost spit out.

A succubus who believes in the Goddess of Light? My Four-Armed God Emperor... Well, no matter what, it seems that this little succubus has indeed convinced herself.

At this moment, looking at her beautiful self in the mirror and feeling the power surging in her body, Isadore was completely intoxicated by the wonderful feeling brought by the succubus transformation.

"Succubus...are they really evil monsters? Becoming a succubus is supposed to be such a wonderful thing...is the story the head nun told wrong?"

Once this thought came to her mind, it grew and spread uncontrollably. She turned to look at Sharlele, and unprecedented joy surged in her heart.

That's right, Miss Charlene must be the saint sent by the Goddess of Light to save us. She will turn us all into succubi, so that we will no longer suffer...

As she thought about this, the image of the girl in Isadore's eyes gradually became more ethereal, shrouded in a faint aura. The ropes around Sharlele reminded her of the legend of the goddess who transformed herself into an incarnation, bound herself to the mountaintop, and shed her blood to save the people.

Suddenly, the little nun knelt before the bound Salleh again, her hands clasped devoutly before her chest, and she wept tremblingly, "Saint Lady... You must be... You must be the savior who has come to convey the Goddess's will and save us from this dire straits..."

"...Huh?" Salarei's brain froze instantly.

No, which savior would appear tied up?

So, Sharlene was tied up with ropes with an expressionless face, sitting on a chair, accepting the worship of her first succubus follower.

Originally, she wanted to say, "Could you please untie my rope first?", but seeing the little nun crying, she felt embarrassed to ruin the atmosphere, so she reluctantly raised her head, recalling the various religious arts on Earth, with a compassionate expression on her face.

Then the little nun cried for a full ten minutes, and Charlene felt that the muscles on her face were about to die. Fortunately, the room where she was imprisoned was moved from the second floor of the church to the most remote corner of the first floor, so no one noticed the movement here.

Only after Isadore had cried enough did Sallelei gently say, "...why don't you untie me first?"

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A few minutes later, the rope fell off her body. Salares coughed lightly and stared at Isadore seriously: "Let's get back to the original question. Isadore, do you want to have sex now?"

When Isadore heard this question, her mind went blank. She only just remembered that this "crazy daughter" in front of her was actually a homosexual, and since she had become so beautiful, wouldn't that be dangerous... No, it seemed like it was Sallelei who made her so beautiful...

But for some reason, Isadore recalled the soft touch of lips she had experienced twice before, and a strange, secret anticipation quietly sprouted within her once again. Her breathing quickened slightly, and her voice trembled slightly. "Ms. Salares, are you... thinking of me..."

——The more you wipe it, the darker it gets!

Sharlelei was stunned for two seconds before she reacted, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No! What I mean is... do you have a strange feeling of hunger? But what you want is not food, but to be with someone... that..."

Isadore paused for a moment, then carefully felt the changes in her body. It was already dark, and she was indeed a little hungry. She couldn't help but think of the delicacies that only the nobility could enjoy: soft white bread, sweet milk with honey, roast meat sprinkled with spices...

And... and... Oh my God...

As her lower abdomen felt slightly hot and painful, the image of food in her mind gradually transformed into Salleh's smiling face, her breasts that pushed her clothes up high, and her gorgeous lips stained with blood...

"Well, well, well!" Isadore didn't know what was wrong with her. She suddenly raised her voice and her cheeks became a little hot. "White bread! I want to eat... I want to eat white bread! I don't want anything else!"

"Oh... white bread..." Salares lowered her head in thought, not noticing that the little nun's eyes were fixed on the "big white bread" on her chest.

Isadore's appetite was for food rather than human essence. This was quite different from the succubus Sharlele knew, but it was a good thing. At least for now, she didn't have to worry about being exposed...

Having created a succubus didn't mean he could rest easy. Both the little nun and he needed to remain disguised and hidden in human society to ensure their safety.

And when the number of his succubi increases, for example, if he turns all the nuns in the church into succubi, he can control Derek and his men and have the right to speak in his own hands, then he won't have to walk on thin ice anymore.

"But it's so strange, could it be that the succubus doesn't like sex? Hmm... It seems that the succubus's body still hides many secrets, I have to continue exploring..." Sharlelei whispered to herself.

The words were spoken unintentionally, but the listeners took them seriously. When Isadore heard these words, her body trembled again. The tail that had just grown under her skirt subconsciously wrapped around her thighs, and her skin began to feel slightly hot...

—There are only you and me, the two succubi here. You said you wanted to explore the secrets of my body, but isn't that just saying you're going to do something to me?!

But Shalelei, immersed in her thoughts, did not notice Isadore's unusual movements, because there were two serious problems waiting for her to solve.

The first is how to hide the horns and tail of the succubus. After all, it is too difficult to cover them with clothes alone.

The second is how to use the power of the succubus to deal with Derek.

Naturally, Sharlelei recalled the "Charm" she had used on Isadore before. At this moment, her heart moved, and a piece of information quickly emerged in her mind.

——Any succubus has two initial abilities, one of which is "charm", which can make others feel good about themselves, think that they are trustworthy, and subconsciously obey their words.

However, this ability cannot directly control the minds of others. Its effectiveness varies not only with the strength of the magic power, but also with the attitude of others. The stronger the hostility of others, the weaker the charm effect, and vice versa.

The second ability can impose an invisible mark on others, strengthening their abilities, such as strength, physique, etc., while making it easier for others to be charmed by oneself.

"I got a system prompt... It seems that the UI spirit who only knows how to repeat things is actually somewhat reliable... Hmm, the second ability will be called 'Gift of Blasphemy'."

Sharlelei grumbled a little internally about the mysterious "blessing," then smiled wryly. Judging from Derek's previous expressions of madness and disgust, it wasn't easy to control him with charm.

But no matter what, this is his only solution at the moment. Only by controlling Derek can he gain his freedom and deal with the monster crisis in the town.

What's more, this was also his promise to the little nun.

After calming down, Sharlele began to teach Isadore how to become familiar with her succubus powers. The little nun also learned very quickly and mastered her new abilities almost immediately.

However, Sharlele did not dare to tell her that "Charm" and "Gift of Blasphemy" were not good names at first glance, but instead used "influence" and "blessing" to fool her.

"This is the power that can save the town. With it, we can let Derek build the wall and solve the monster crisis in the town. And I can regain my freedom." Staring into Isadore's eyes, Sharlelei said word by word.

Isadore stared blankly at Sallelei before her. As the girl spoke those words, a chilling light flickered in her lavender eyes, completely different from her apparent frailty. It was as if...

...It's like a docile cat finally showing its fangs as a predator.

But somehow, she felt that Miss Sallelei was so beautiful.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 6: Your Bread

Suddenly, Isadore felt a sinking sensation on her head—it was Sallelei reaching out and pinching the little horns on her head. The little succubus was startled, trembling slightly like a small animal, and looked at her at a loss.

Sallelei smiled slightly, picked up the nun's headscarf on the ground and stuffed it into her arms, "Put on the headscarf, your horns are quite easy to hide."

Isadore put on the headscarf stupidly, while Salares touched the crown-shaped horns on her head and shook her head.

Unlike Isadore's horns, the one on her head couldn't be concealed with a nun's scarf. However, simply covering up the succubus's features wasn't the answer. The best strategy was to transform the nuns into succubi, control Derek, and firmly seize control of the conversation.

After all, in such a remote and backward town, whatever the lords and clergy say is the truth, and the people never doubt it.

It seems I have to find a way to call Derek here tomorrow and give him a charming gift package. Sharlelei recalled Derek's previous behavior and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, "Isadore, is Butler Derek not feeling well?"

"Ah... yes, the steward is ill and has been taking medicine made by the herbalist in Greystone Town..." Isadore replied.

Sharlelei nodded, without asking further where Graystone Town was. Instead, she looked at the prayer book on the table, flipped through two pages, and a plan gradually emerged in her mind.

After giving Isadore some instructions, Salares sent her out of the room and asked her to lock her door again and pretend nothing had happened.

After doing all this, Sharlelei sat on the hard wooden bed and began to think again.

Isadore doesn't seem like the type of child with strong desires, so why is the "Desire Number" above her head at 100? Or is this pink UI spirit measuring desires based on more than just lust? It seems the succubus holds many secrets.

But compared to those things, the most important thing is to charm Derek first, unlock his shackles, and regain his freedom... well, at least a certain degree of freedom.

Soon, fatigue set in. Sharlene casually opened the basket that Isadore had placed on the table, looked at the cold black bread and bean porridge inside, sighed, shook her head, and decided to just go to sleep.

But lying in bed, she began to have wild thoughts again.

"Once my succubus army has infiltrated the palace, I'll use the smashing of cups at the king's banquet as a signal. Then, the maids, ladies-in-waiting, princesses, and so on will all reveal their horns and tails. I'll then control everyone present and allow me to sit on the throne..."

"Hey, why are you thinking about this now? It's just daydreaming. I should think about how to deal with Derek first. Go to sleep..."

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At the same time, Isadore walked in the church courtyard shrouded in darkness, feeling her heart pounding. Her lips seemed to still linger with the soft touch of Salora's lips and the slightly salty taste of blood.

Now her body is light, her feet move freely, her whole body is full of strength, and she can see clearly even in the dark, which was something she could never imagine before.

"Becoming a succubus is such a wonderful thing... It's like a blessing from the goddess..." Isadore murmured to herself, raised her hands, and stared at her fair and delicate skin in the moonlight.