Succubus cannot be a saint

"I... I'm in the Elven Kingdom of Albery. Are you going to send me here across the entire Stag Kingdom?" The girl hesitated for a moment and snorted coldly, "There must be a limit to stupidity, right?"

Being scolded like that, Sharlelei was a bit amused and confused. However, a question immediately popped up in her mind.

Is this elf lady...really in the elven kingdom of Albery? When the call was first connected, before the elf girl realized it, she had spoken something in the Common Language. And when she thought it was her mother on the other end of the line, she also spoke in the Common Language.

In other words, in her daily life, she used the common language of humans, not the elven language.

This is interesting...

After a brief thought, Sharlele decided to change the subject, "You are Villie, right? I saw your name in your mother's manuscript..."

"Please don't call me that so intimately. That's a name only my mother can call me. You don't have the right to." The girl's cold voice came over immediately. "Are all of you humans so ignorant of etiquette?"

"Okay, I'm sorry, Miss Vera Valindiya." This sudden harsh words surprised Sharlelei, but she just smiled indifferently and even felt a little bit of intimacy.

Ah, what a standard elf stereotype...

That's an authentic thing!

"If you have nothing else to say, I'm going to cut off contact." Vera Valintiya suddenly said stiffly, with a hint of panic in her voice, as if she didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Although Sharlelei was a little surprised, she agreed. Then, Vera Valindiya clearly pronounced a word in Elvish, and the red light on the mirror went out.

"Is this considered hanging up?" Shalelei looked in the mirror and repeated the magical word. She wanted to turn on the mirror again to see if this "closing word" worked, but she was afraid of making a harassing call and being scolded by the girl on the other end, so she had to give up.

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At the same time, in a dim room.

A hand mirror was placed on the table, its pale blue light illuminating the outline of the girl's figure. With a click, she pressed a button, and with the creaking sound of wheels, her figure arrived at the bedside.

"I didn't realize it... I was like that again. Why is this happening... Guangdian, do you think she'll be mad at me? I should be thanking her..."

"No, that's not right...it was clearly her fault, but she actually heard everything from beginning to end..."

A slightly sharp, crisp voice echoed in the room, carrying a hint of disappointment. After a long wait without a response, the girl's voice rang out again.

"Forget it, dumb dumb element. Seriously... after saying those things, I don't know how to face her again... how will she react the next time I talk to her?"

"No...will there really be a next time? After hearing that...will she contact me again?"

In the dim blue light, the girl raised her arms to cover her face, her pointed ears sticking out of her hair, trembling slightly.

"Mother Felannia, Mother Gelley... I... I miss you so much..."

"Light Spot, if you... if you could speak, it would be great..."

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 65: Skin and Pull Out All of Them

Soon, the dawn of the next day arrived as promised. Sharlene opened her eyes in the dim morning light, feeling the warmth and softness nestled beside her, and couldn't help but smile.

This feeling reminded her of the cat that always liked to sleep in her arms when she was still on Earth.

She turned over and stared at Isadore, who had curled up and raised a large part of the quilt. The little girl's golden hair and lamb horns were exposed, while her body was deeply buried in the quilt that smelled of Salora.

"This feeling is like having a younger sister..."

It was a quiet morning, with soft sunlight, dust particles floating in the light, a little girl curled up beside her and sleeping soundly, and the heat from the stove still lingered in the air... For a moment, Sharlelei almost forgot about Warcraft, the Black Forest, Greystone Town and the Dravi family, and immersed herself completely in this moment of tranquility.

If possible, she really wanted to use this soft little succubus as her own personal pillow and take a good nap. However, after more than a month on the continent of Ioterra, she had developed the habit of getting up early to handle official business, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep at this time.

Oh, get up...

Sallelei sighed, sat up and stretched, her breasts bouncing slightly. She turned and got out of bed, a handkerchief falling to the floor as she moved.

"Huh? I couldn't find it before, it turns out it's here..." Without a doubt, Sharlele picked up the handkerchief, and then her eyes fell on the hand mirror on the bedside table.

"So this thing's real name is the Communication Mirror. It's a pity the mirror is broken and I can't use it for video. Otherwise, I could have seen what Miss Vera Valindiya, covered in thorns, looks like... Oh, and I wonder if I can see someone's desire count through video..."

Sharlelei smiled slightly and decided to chat on the phone with the elf lady again tonight.

The reason was simple—wasn't this wizard's daughter a magic teacher who had come down from nowhere? At the very least, she could teach him some Elvish, so he could at least understand the magic spells of catapultry. Otherwise, a catapult gun would be nothing more than a fantasy.

Having made up her mind, Sharlene got out of bed and began to change. As she put on her loose, plain black nun's uniform, she once again secretly complained about the nuns' conservative clothing habits and the backward fashion trends of this world.

"One day, I'm going to completely revamp nun uniforms! ...And by the way, I'm going to 'invent' some modern sanitary products..."

While Sallelei was changing her clothes, Isadore, who was covered in the quilt, secretly opened her eyes and stared at the graceful body of the girl bathed in the sun.

Her fair skin seemed to glow faintly in the sunlight. From behind, one could even see the outline of her plump breasts, not to mention her slender waist that was barely slender enough to be held in one hand, and her perfectly rounded legs with just the right amount of flesh...

Only when the loose nun's robe completely enveloped this beautiful silhouette did Isadore slip back into the quilt. In the small space filled with the fragrance of Salora, the little succubus felt her cheeks burning, even the thumping of her heart was clearly audible, and her little tail was tightly stretched straight...

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After finishing her morning duties, Sallelei arrived at the cellar of the lord's mansion. The wine and other items had been moved out, and now the cellar was illuminated by the magic lamp. A foul, bloody odor filled her nostrils, forcing Sallelei to step back.

Several long tables were lined up, with hunters and butchers standing around them, surrounding the mangled remains of Warcraft. Sharp, peeled horns were piled to the side. Broken limbs, bones, and fragments of flesh were scattered across the floor, creating a bloody scene.

"Lord Saint!"

Seeing the girl's graceful figure approaching, it was as if a flower untainted by mud had blossomed in this sea of ​​flesh and blood. Even the stench of blood that permeated the air and the fields faded slightly. The eyes of the group of bloodstained men suddenly brightened, and they all bowed in greeting.

"No need to salute. How are you feeling? Are you all right? Have you found anything?"

Seeing these hunters and butchers with bloody hands, and the blood, bones and flesh all over the world, even Salleh couldn't help but feel a little scared. She kept repeating the saying "A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen" in her mind, and the smile on her pretty face became a little forced.

Despite boasting to the mountaineer high priestess, Granny, Sharlelei was definitely afraid of werewolves. According to Granny, the werewolves killed dozens of people before being defeated by a combined force, clearly demonstrating their immense combat power. Ensuring these "anatomists" didn't mutate was more important than investigating the secrets of the beast's corpse.

Therefore, Sharlelei arranged for these "anatomists" to take a break every once in a while, stay away from the monster corpses, and then check the physical condition in detail and report. She even sent several guards with shields to guard the door of the cellar, and the door was firmly reinforced with wooden bars.

But the good news was that after a morning of autopsies, the dissectors showed no signs of discomfort, save for a slight discomfort from the smoke. This reassured Sharlelei and gave her even more confidence in her own judgment.

"Lady Saint, we discovered..." These "anatomists" looked at each other and moved away from the long table in panic. "These horns grew from the bones of these animals..."

"Hmm..." Shalelei was not surprised. She covered her nose with her sleeve and walked to the long table, observing the battered monster on the table. "Go on."

"Just like you said, there are horns growing out of their joints. They shouldn't be able to run!"

"Shouldn't be able to run?"

"Yes, yes! Those horns..." a butcher stammered, "Those horns... are stuck in their joints... They can't possibly run!"

“But they do run.”

"This, this is the scariest part, Saint Lady!" A hunter's face was distorted with fear. "They, they're running like they're committing suicide! They'd rather have their legs broken than not run!"

"And those horns are growing out of their bones, piercing their internal organs and flesh... They're already sieves, dead meat! And yet they're still running!"

A butcher jumped up with his hands stained with blood. The burly man's voice was filled with tears. "This is a devil... They are all devils, Saint Lady!"

Sallelei pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress the nausea that was surging in her stomach, and nodded with forced composure.

These monsters should have been unable to run. Their horns had grown from the inside out, piercing their bodies. They were already half dead. But even so, there was still a force driving them to run and attack the town...

It's just like... these monsters are fighting against the horns on their bodies.

If the horns were truly the symbol of the Antlered Goddess, a manifestation of her power, then his inference was likely correct. The power of the Antlered Goddess was fighting these monsters and protecting humanity...

So, is it really another force that transforms animals into monsters...?

"Hmm... What is this?" Walking slowly around the butcher table, Sharlele noticed a pile of dark purple, long objects placed beside the table.

"Your Excellency, these are the tendons of these beasts."

...This time I saw someone really skinning and cramping.

As Shalelei sighed, she suppressed her nausea and reached out to grab a tendon and knead it. Feeling the sticky and flexible texture, she suddenly had an idea.

The strings for both crossbows and crossbows are usually made of ox or deer tendon to ensure flexibility, but Yuequan Town doesn't have that many cattle to slaughter. They wouldn't even be enough to plow the fields. Hunting is even more of a problem. In recent years, with the rampage of monsters, hunters don't dare to go hunting in the forest.

Not to mention whether it was too late, even if it was, Sharlelei didn't have the materials to remake the crossbow bowstring. But this time... the materials, weren't they here?

As long as we have the materials, half the problem is solved. As for whether we have enough time, we can deal with it later!

"Call the craftsmen over here right now." Sharlelei didn't care about the dirt. Her delicate white hands pressed against the blood-soaked tabletop as she said in a deep voice, "Then... skin and pull out the tendons of all the monster corpses!"

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There will be another update in the evening!

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 66: The Internal Digestion of Succubi

After arranging the skinning and tendon extraction of the monster corpses to make weapons, Sharlele received another report from Ophelin.

That is... there are some young girls who come to the church hoping to take lifelong vows and become nuns.

"Lady Saint, this is a good opportunity for more girls to become succubi!" The head succubus's beautiful face was flushed with excitement. She subconsciously drew the holy emblem of the Goddess of Light on her chest, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

Increase the number of succubi, follow the path of the goddess, and spread the gospel of the Saint... When she thought of this, she couldn't help but get excited, as if she had left Yuequan Town and become the head nun of the Great Church.

And Salaret could only smile bitterly.

How many desires could these ordinary farm girls have? At most, they were only in their forties. Even if they squeezed all the succubi they had, it wouldn't be enough to transform them. It's true that one doesn't know the value of firewood and rice until they manage the household...

"I also want to increase the number of our clan, my head sister..." Sharlelei sighed and said gently, "But since we want to assimilate them, we must take on the responsibility of educating and caring for them... Are the succubi enough to handle it now?"

Upon hearing this, the smile on Ophelin's pretty face quickly disappeared.

Can she handle it? She and her sisters are almost working themselves to death. Thinking about the fact that she would have to educate the new succubus in addition to working overtime, Ophelin felt the urge to die for the first time in her twenty-plus years.

"So, this matter can't be rushed. I also want to expand the civil service staff, but now is not the time." Sharlelei flipped through a document. "But I will go to the church to check. By the way, has there been any news from the nearby villages, towns, or cities recently?"

"No, Saint Lady," Ophelin said with difficulty. "Moon Spring Town is located in a remote area. The only place it has a close connection is Graystone Town. And you ordered us to keep it secret and reduce communication with Graystone Town. So... we have no information about the situation in other parts of the western part of the kingdom."

"I understand." Sharlelei put down her pen and nodded. This world was different from Earth. There were no telephones or the internet. Information transmission relied primarily on traveling merchants and messengers, and the speed of information transmission was extremely slow.

Of course, there are more convenient ways of communicating with magic beasts and spells - Sharlele herself happens to have a "phone" that can call the "Elf Kingdom", and she also saw her cheap Duke father use a griffin to send and receive letters when she was in the lord's mansion.

But generally speaking, these things are unlikely to appear in a remote border town like Yuequan Town.

In other words, Yuequan Town has no idea what is happening in the Western Territory, or even in the entire kingdom, and is like an isolated island.

"We must be prepared to deal with Graystone Town." Sallelei tapped her pen on the table. Upon hearing this, Ophelin's beautiful red eyes suddenly widened. "You...what did you say?"

"We can't suppress the news forever. Graystone Town will eventually notice something's amiss." Sharlele seemed quite calm. She waved Ophelin over and poked the head nun's nose with a smile. "How many months do you think we can keep the news of a saint in Moon Spring Town under wraps after the night I 'performed a miracle'?"

Ophelin's cheeks turned red, and she rubbed her nose and stopped talking.

Salile smiled and said, "But we still have to keep the news secret. After all, we can't face both the monsters and Greystone Town at the same time. By the way, give this to the craftsmen and have them make good use of those monster tendons."

As she spoke, she pulled out a small bookcase from under the desk. Ophelin opened the bookcase, took out a scroll, unfolded it, and glanced at it. Her expression suddenly changed, "Saint Lady, this is..."

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In the afternoon, when Salleh arrived at the church, she was somewhat surprised to find that Isadore was not there, and there was not even a nun leading the people in prayer.

But when she arrived outside the nuns' room, with the succubus's enhanced keen hearing, she heard blushing low moans and soft whispers coming from the room.

"What does it matter? We are all succubi anyway..."

"What the Saint taught me can also be used on you, right?"

"Look, look...it's become like this..."

...Hmm? Hmm?

Upon hearing this voice, Sharlelei's brain suddenly froze for a second.

Who says succubi can't support a family? I can attest that they're just living hand to mouth.