Succubus cannot be a saint

After a brief moment of mental blankness, Sharlele finally came to her senses. It seemed like the order she had given these succubi was simply "not to attack believers," but she had never mentioned that they couldn't produce and sell their own products...

At first, she really wanted to teach these two little succubi a lesson for being so brazen in broad daylight, but then she thought, instead of letting them lose their temper and attack the female believers, it would be better to let them produce and sell their own products and channel them. As long as it's consensual, it's not a problem...

With this thought, Sharlelei coughed lightly and knocked on the door. A cry of surprise filled the room, and after a flurry of activity, the door creaked open, revealing two succubus nuns.

Their clothes were disheveled, their skin flushed, their eyes watery, the look of someone still in the afterglow of lovemaking. One of them wasn't even wearing a headscarf, leaving her bare horns. Her collar was crooked, revealing a delicate sliver of skin on her collarbone, and her neck was covered in red marks.

Sharlele stretched her head and saw that the tails of the two little succubi were also sticking out from under her skirt and tightly entangled with each other.

"Saint... Saint Lady..." After seeing Sharlele, they shrank their heads like children who had done something wrong.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not angry with you." Salares gave them a gentle look. The two succubus nuns immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shyly showed a grateful smile.

"What about young girls who want to become nuns?"

Upon hearing this, the two little succubi froze, looked at each other, and answered hesitantly, "Still... in the prayer room..."

"You left them in the prayer room and sneaked back here to do something like this?" Shalelei frowned and slapped them on the head. "Why don't you put away your horns and tails, tidy up, and lead the believers in prayer!"

The two little succubi ran away in shame.

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After meeting the young farm girls who wanted to take lifelong vows and become nuns, Charlene also made arrangements for them.

As she expected, the girls' desires were only in their early 40s, and at this stage, there was no way to convert them. So she comforted the girls and persuaded them to go back, saying that the situation was unstable and the nuns were too busy.

However, this incident did serve as a wake-up call for Sharlele. She now had to start thinking about her next plan, which was to popularize general education with the help of the church.

Open a church school to improve the literacy rate of the townspeople, provide unified education for the children, and then train a group of young female succubi as reserve forces...

Well, the succubus must be caught from childhood...

While thinking about her plan to train a succubus girl, Sharlele walked towards the lord's mansion.

But at the same time, something else happened in her room.

"Sister Sasha? Are you there?"

The door to the room creaked open, and a small golden head poked in. Isadore walked in softly, her little tail tracing a malicious trail in the air.

She threw herself onto the bed with a "Puff", and rolled around on Sharlele's bed, her white legs clamped around the quilt, her face buried in Sharlele's pillow, breathing hard, and making a "hmm" sound continuously.

Then, the little succubus's gaze fell on the bedside table. As her eyes lit up, her little heart-shaped tail stretched straight, and she kicked her legs and pounced towards the bedside table.

The target that this little predator pounced on was none other than Charlelei's handkerchief.

"Um--"

The ending tone of her voice kept rising, and the little succubus held the small handkerchief in her palm and sniffed it carefully, intoxicated by Sister Sasha's body fragrance. Her bright red eyes narrowed into crescents, and she looked intoxicated.

Then she looked around warily and stuffed the handkerchief into her pocket.

Soon, her eyes fell on another object on the bedside table - a mirror with only a frame.

The little succubus curiously grabbed the mirror and looked left and right, scratching her head in confusion. She only remembered that it was a magical item, but she didn't know what it was used for.

But the next moment, the gem on the mirror handle suddenly lit up with a red light!

The scene of the elf bracelet exploding was still vivid in her mind. Isadore screamed and threw the mirror out with a shake of her hand!

At this moment, the mirror was connected to the call, and a clear and sharp girl's voice sounded, which was a bit arrogant.

"...Ms. De, Dravi? I've changed my mind. Please..."

"ah----"

“Ah ...

She never expected that she would be pierced by the devilish sound as soon as the communication was connected, and the girl on the other side of the mirror couldn't help but let out a sharp explosion.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 67: She is my magic teacher

“Ahhh——”

“Ah ...

Two screams rang out one after another in Sallelei's bedroom. Isadore's face turned pale and she raised her hands to hit the mirror. Her little hands hit the mirror again and again, making a popping sound.

The girl opposite seemed to realize what she was doing and quickly shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, stop hitting it, stop hitting it too hard and it will break!"

After hearing this, Isadore stupidly stopped and grabbed the mirror to look left and right. "Hey, is the mirror talking?"

"..." The girl on the other side didn't respond for a moment, as if she was choking. After a while, she said, "To be precise, it's not the mirror that's talking. I'm transmitting the sound through the communication magic connection between the two mirrors... Actually, images can be transmitted as well, but the receiving end on your side seems to be broken..."

Isadore: “…………”

The girl waited for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Do you... understand?"

Isadore: "Wow, the mirror is talking! I see! You must be the spirit of the mirror!"

Girl: "I...you...never mind, I am the soul of the mirror."

"Wow! You really are the soul of the mirror!" Isadore's eyes suddenly lit up. She held the mirror tightly and stared at the broken frame. "Ms. Mirror, Ms. Mirror, are you afraid of cockroaches?"

Girl: “……???”

For a long time, there was no sound in the mirror. Just when Isadore was wondering if the mirror elf had fallen asleep, the girl's voice sounded again, with a slight tremor, and it was unclear whether it was out of anger or fear.

"Listen up, you silly little girl, I'm not in the mood to argue with you. I need to speak to Sharlene Delavie right now. Give her the communication mirror, right now!"

"Salele Delavé..." Isadore scratched her head and thought for two seconds before coming back to her senses. "Oh, so you're talking about the Saint! Miss Mirror, what do you want from the Saint?"

"Lady Saint?" The girl across from the mirror was stunned for a moment. "Isn't she the daughter of Duke Dravi?"

"Yes! But she is also our Saint!" Isadore said happily, "What do you want from the Saint?"

"It has nothing to do with you! Let her talk quickly. I still have a lot of things to say to her last night!" The girl shouted impatiently. Perhaps it was Isadore's unreasonable demands that left her without any energy to think, and she blurted out what was in her heart without realizing it.

"……last night?"

But Isadore keenly grasped this key word. Although this little succubus usually looked not very bright, she was extremely shrewd in this matter. Just this short word alone set off alarm bells in her heart -

At night? Did the mirror spirit say anything to Sister Sasha last night? But I clearly didn't see Sister Sasha talking to the mirror...was it when I wasn't around? When did Sister Sasha start talking to the mirror spirit?

——Sister Sasha was talking to other girls in the bedroom while I was away?

In an instant, countless little Isadores in Isadore's head raised the "Crisis!" sign, and their tails suddenly stood up.

"No... No!" she screamed. "You are not allowed to talk to the Saint! This is lewd! This is indecent! This is shameless! This is rude! This is blasphemy! I can't let you blaspheme the Saint!"

"...Huh? What's wrong with you religious people? Is there something wrong with your brains?"

The girl on the other side of the mirror was completely confused. Before she could say a few words, the other party put a lot of accusations on her. She was confused and couldn't help but feel angry.

"No matter what! Anyway...you are not allowed to blaspheme the Saint!"

Isadore yelled recklessly, shaking her head like a rattle, her face flushed red. Finally, after a long while, she managed to utter these words: "Even...even I haven't blasphemed the Saint! No, no! In short, no!"

"...?"

The girl was stunned by this astonishingly intelligent logic. When she realized what was happening, she couldn't help but let out an even louder, sharp cry, "——Haaaaaaaa!?"

But Isadore became more and more excited, her teeth chattering, and she regarded the mirror as her lifelong enemy, raising her little hand and hitting it!

"Hey, wait, stop hitting me!" The girl on the other side panicked when she heard the slapping sound. "If you use too much force, it will break. Hey, stop it, stop it!"

But at this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened and Sharlene's voice rang out.

"——Isadore, what are you doing?"

"Eh!" Isadore's scalp tingled, and her raised hand froze in mid-air. The girl in the mirror, on the other hand, was overjoyed, as if she had found her savior. "Ms. Delavie! You...you need to get this little girl out of here quickly! She's going to break the communication mirror!"

"Sister Sasha!" Isadore turned around with tears in her eyes. "This mirror... the soul in the mirror, she blasphemed you!"

Salaret: “…Ah?”

But she soon realized that there might be a misunderstanding between the two. In a flash, Sharlelei came up with a good idea.

"Blasphemy? Are you talking about Miss Mirror teaching me magic?"

Salarei said with a light smile. When these words came out, not only was Isadore confused, but even Vera Valindiya on the other side of the mirror was dumbfounded.

——No, when did I teach you magic? !

"Teach...magic?" Isadore said blankly.

"Yes, didn't Miss Mirror fall out of the bracelet along with those papers? There are magic spells written on those papers. Miss Mirror is a teacher who teaches people magic, right? Just like Sister Opheline taught you how to read."

Sharlele gently walked up to the little succubus, took the mirror out of her hand gently and naturally, and flicked her head.

"Teacher...learn to read...wuwu..." Isadore held her head, as if some unbearable memories were revived in her mind, "Really, really, Sister Sasha..."

"Why would I lie to you?" Sallelei sat down on the bed and patted the headboard to signal Isadore to sit next to her. "If you don't believe me, you can come to the class together."

She turned back to the frameless mirror, her purple eyes curved into crescents cunningly. "Teacher Vera Valindiya, we talked about the spell for catapults before, didn't we?"

"...Ah?" Vera Valindiya uttered a single syllable foolishly.

——When did I teach you how to shoot?

But by this time, Salaret had already picked up the manuscript and was flipping through it pretentiously. "By the way, teacher, I still don't know how to pronounce the spell for catapult. Can you teach me?"

"Uh, oh...well, okay..." The elf girl opposite the mirror answered in a daze, and had to recite the magic spell of catapult in Elvish.

After repeating it several times, Shailelei silently memorized the pronunciation and asked about a few key points of the spell.

"Teacher, how powerful is the catapult technique? How does it compare to a regular crossbow?"

This time, Vera Valintia was silent for a long time, "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"I've never used such a little magic!" The elf girl's voice suddenly rose, a hint of anger in her voice, as she didn't know what nerve this question had irritated her. "Who uses such a magic to fight?"

"Okay, I understand..." Faced with the sudden anger of the "teacher", Sharlene remained calm.

After Vera Valindiya finished her outburst, she was silent for a few seconds, her tone slightly awkward, and she found another topic, "Where's that little girl? Is she still there?"

Sharlele smiled slightly and looked at the little succubus nestled in her legs. She saw that Isadore had fallen asleep peacefully in the shadow cast by her chest.

"She's already asleep."

Vera Valindiya breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good... By the way, what did my mother's manuscript say?"

"It's a magic textbook, but it's not finished yet."

"Can...can you read it to me? Even just the first page..." This time, the elf girl's silence was longer than before, and her voice trembled slightly, with a hint of pleading.

Sharlelei picked up the manuscript, opened the first page, and read softly:

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

"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."

A moment later, the girl's low whimpering sound was heard in the mirror.

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A Wife Cannot Become an Enemy

Nineteen-year-old Takeuchi Yui thought everything was getting better, but one day she opened her eyes and her life fast-forwarded to five years later.

Five years ago, Takeuchi Yui and Kitagaki Chiyo had just become lovers. In order to make a living, the latter joined the Demon Hunting Association and was still a D-level rookie.

Five years later, Kitagaki Chiyo has become an S-level hunter, and Takeuchi Yui has become the only super-S-level leader-level monster and is currently wanted.

Not only that, he was also notorious among the monsters, and the other leaders were completely hostile to him and hated him to the core.

Takeuchi Yui: ...Huh? Why? Who stole my five years?

It's a world storyline.

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A wife cannot become an enemy.