Succubus cannot be a saint

She paused, not giving Granny the chance to decline with the excuse that "mountain people's problems are their own to solve," and went straight to the point, each word cutting through the heart:

"I'm afraid this matter is related to the Antler Goddess, or the 'mysterious power of the forest.' It concerns the entire town, and the mountain folk alone are probably unable to solve it, so I'm prepared to come and lend a hand."

As soon as these words were spoken, Granny's expression changed immediately, and she looked at the smiling girl in front of her in surprise and suspicion.

She knew this "pagan saint" was not as gentle and harmless as she appeared. Although she had prepared herself for some roundabout ways with her, she still didn't expect...

This Saint Lady would not hesitate to show her aggressiveness. She poked the window paper through right from the start and almost stabbed her in the face.

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Merry Christmas! Keep rolling around asking for some money and blades~

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 76: What are the benefits of Jin Ke La (3k)

Once the matter involves the Deer Horn Goddess, or even the mysterious power in the forest, it is no longer "the mountain people's responsibility", but a matter of life and death for the entire Yuequan Town.

"If Your Excellency the High Priestess wishes to deny it, I am all ears." Salares glanced at Granny with a smile, and at this time, Isadore timidly poked her head out from behind her, "Auntie High Priestess..."

"Isadore..." Granny's eyes fell on Isadore, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, do you have anything else to say?" Sharlelei stepped forward without hesitation.

Granny was silent for a moment, the wrinkles on her nose slowly disappearing. She sighed dejectedly, "Now that things have come to this, there's no point in hiding anything. Follow me, Holy Maiden of the Kingdom."

Watching Granny lead Sharlelei and the others toward the fire, Nannide's nerves tensed. He couldn't help but press the hilt of the hunting knife at his waist, but thinking back to the miracle of holy light Sharlelei displayed the night the hornless wolf attacked, his fingers involuntarily loosened.

Coming to the edge of the field, Sharlene looked at the green weeds in the field and was speechless for a moment.

The vegetation was so lush that it almost felt like spring or summer. But the fields nearby were empty, as if they had just been harvested.

"Can you tell me what happened?" She turned around and faced the two mountain leaders. Nanned seemed to want to say something, but Granny shook her head at him. "I can't hide it, Nanned."

Then, the mountain folk high priest stepped forward and said calmly, "We took the horns from the monsters... and buried them in the fields."

Hearing this, Sharlene could hardly believe her ears.

"You buried the monster's horn... in the field? How did you get it? And why did you bury it in the field?"

After Granny's narration, Sharlene quickly understood the whole story.

It all started with the Hornless Wolf's attack. After the battle, Sharlelei ordered the collection of the beast's corpses and transported them to the lord's palace. However, the mountain folk tried to seize the corpses, even clashing with the lord's guards.

The horn of the monster was obtained by the mountain people in the chaos at that time.

After that, the mountain people who got the horns decided to hide them in the fields and burn them later. But then Sharlelei announced the resumption of trade between the people of the kingdom and the mountain people and the opening of a market, so the matter was temporarily put on hold.

——And so, until two days ago, Granny discovered that large clumps of weeds had grown in the corner of the field.

She immediately realized that something was wrong and ordered people to dig up the fields, discovering and burning the horns. After punishing the mountain people who buried the horns, she and Nannide had no choice but to keep the matter secret and quickly cut and burned the weeds, but unexpectedly, Sharlelei still found it.

"This is what happened. I ordered all of this, and I ordered everyone to rob the body. Now this field has been polluted by the goddess's punishment, and it is my own fault. I know I have violated your law. If you want to punish me, please punish me alone."

Granny took a step forward and, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, used her body to block Nanned and the mountain people.

But Sharlene just stared at the green weeds in the field for a long time without saying a word.

To be honest, she didn't hear what Granny said just now. From the moment she heard the words "the mountain people buried their horns in the ground", her head was already filled with three words.

——Jin Ke La.

I buried the horns in the ground for just a few days, and so much green grass grew out... What would happen if this thing was used on crops?

Isn’t this the Jin Ke La from another world with super powerful effects!

Is this fucking punishment from the Antlered Goddess? The Antlered Goddess is practically feeding you fucking blessings!

When she thought of the pile of golden horns... no, monster horns piled up in the basement of her lord's mansion, Sharlelei couldn't help feeling dizzy.

No, calm down, calm down... After all, the effects of this thing are unknown, and it grew from a magical beast. Even if it's the blessing of the Antler Goddess, it might be contaminated by the power of the mysterious forest entity, and there's no guarantee of any side effects. This is related to the great cause of farming, so we must be extremely cautious...

In the dizzying swirl, Sharlene swayed and managed a few deep breaths. Seeing her reaction, Granny's heart sank, and Nannide and the mountain folk also grew nervous, their hearts pounding.

It's over. We've hidden the remains of the monster and polluted a piece of precious farmland... It seems that the saint of this kingdom is about to faint from anger... What should we do?

"Your Excellency, High Priest." Sharlelei finally came to her senses. At this moment, her mind was filled with farming and food, and she no longer cared about what Granny had just said. "Regarding this matter, why don't you come back with me to the Lord's Mansion and then we can discuss it."

As soon as these words were spoken, the mountain people felt as if they were facing a great enemy.

At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds: this saint from the kingdom was going to attack the high priest!

With a swish, Nannide unhesitatingly drew his hunting knife, and the nearby villagers all raised their pitchforks and other farm implements. Seeing this, the militiamen behind Shalelei also raised their spears, aiming at the villagers in front of them.

"Stop, all of you, and put down your weapons," Charlene said impatiently, not bothering to pretend to be kind. At this moment, she just wanted Granny to go to the lord's house and show her what she had discovered.

In this small town, if you ask who has the most extensive knowledge of the Antler Goddess's faith, it's undoubtedly Granny. Whatever experiments Sharlelei wants to perform on those monster horns, Granny is indispensable.

Even with her mind full of thoughts, Sharlele was acutely aware of the misunderstanding between herself and the mountaineers. She raised a hand, and the militiamen behind her lowered their weapons in unison, without hesitation. This act only made the pitchfork-wielding mountaineers across from her look even uglier.

"I think there's a misunderstanding between us. I don't intend to punish Ms. Granny. In fact, I don't intend to punish any of you. Quite the contrary. I want to invite Ms. Granny to the lord's mansion to discuss... uh, important matters related to Warcraft."

When she mentioned "dissection," Sharlelei's heart shifted, and she immediately changed her tune. Given the mountain folk's devotion to the Antlered Goddess, if she told them in front of them that she had dissected the beast and even showed it to their high priest...

Wouldn't that mean they would fight face to face?

But when these words fell into the ears of the mountain people, they had a completely different meaning.

Discussing important matters related to Warcraft? Isn't that a clear pretext for lynching the high priest?

"You're talking nonsense!" Nanned yelled, veins popping out on his forehead. The mountain people also shouted and raised their pitchforks again.

"You are not allowed to lay hands on the Saint!" Isadore screamed and rushed out from behind Sallelei, her little face flushed red. She waved her little fist at Nannide, tears flashing in her eyes.

Nannide was stunned, taking a step back with his hunting knife in hand, his expression darkening. As far as he could remember, this was the first time Isadore had yelled at him like that, the first time she had shown such obvious hostility. It felt like a stab in the heart, leaving him feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

"Enough!" Granny suddenly shouted, her chest heaving violently. She slowly turned around, and her emerald eyes revealed a hint of weakness for the first time. "Saint Lady, I am willing to return to the Lord's Mansion with you, but I only ask that you not attack my compatriots..."

After hearing this, Shalelei just wanted to slap herself in the face. What the hell is going on? Why is it getting worse and worse?

"It seems we've both misunderstood each other." Sharlele sighed helplessly and raised a hand to the sky. "Well, I can promise that I won't harm Ms. Granny in the slightest, nor will I punish any of the mountain people in this matter. I just want to discuss a few things with Ms. Granny, and once we're done, I'll naturally send her back safely. How's that? Is that okay?"

For a moment, the whole place was silent. All the mountain people's eyes fell on Granny. The brown-skinned priestess raised her head, an expression of fearlessness, and said in a calm and clear voice:

"Please remember your promise, Holy Lady of the Kingdom."

The corners of Sallelei's mouth twitched. At this moment, she really felt that she could no longer play the role of a saintly woman.

I've already told you I won't do anything to you, so why are you standing there like you're ready to die? You don't understand what I'm saying, do you?

"High Priest!" Nanned roared suddenly. This towering figure was pale and trembling all over, barely able to hold his hunting knife. "Do you really intend to believe what the people of the kingdom say? Have you forgotten the teachings of the Deer Horned Goddess, and that letter—"

"—shut up, Nannilde!"

The next moment, Granny roared even louder. Not only Nanned, but all the mountain folk, even the militiamen, were frightened by her.

This woman, who had always been gentle and kind, like the aunt next door, had now become as ferocious as a she-wolf.

Her face was distorted, her nose was deeply wrinkled, revealing her sharp white canine teeth, and her fierce green eyes were fixed on Nannide until the latter's face turned pale little by little and he retreated back into the crowd. Only then did she turn her head and sighed tiredly and almost desperately.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 77: The Secret of the Horns

something wrong.

Sharlele's intuition told her that there was definitely something wrong with what Nannide said and Granny's reaction.

"That" what? Judging from the quantifier, it should be a document, or a letter. Did anyone write a letter to the mountain people?

Granny's excitement was also abnormal. She didn't seem to want to mention this matter in public - or, she didn't want to know it herself.

For this, she had to thank Nanned, a man who tended to lose control when excited. If it weren't for his words, Sharlene would never have thought that Granny was definitely hiding something from her.

"Nannid, when I'm not around, you have to take charge of the overall situation. You must act prudently and not be impulsive under any circumstances. Do you understand?" Granny said calmly with her back to the mountain people, her hand holding the dark green long staff trembling slightly.

Upon hearing this, not only did Nannide turn pale and burst into tears, but even Sallelei almost knelt down in front of this beautiful brown-skinned sister.

I really didn't mean to do anything to you, please don't treat it like you're planning your funeral, okay?

The way you say this, it sounds like I'm being unfair to you by sending you back safely!

"Your Excellency the High Priest, it seems you still don't trust me. I said I wouldn't do anything to you and would definitely send you back safely."

Sometimes, Sharlelei really wanted to tear off the saint's skin and go crazy, but now she could only hold her breath, use the acting skills of the first half of her life to suppress the throbbing veins on her forehead, and smile gently.

"...Let's go, the Holy Maiden of the Kingdom." Granny was silent for a while and did not answer this question directly, but walked past Sharlele.

Salarei sighed and raised her hand to signal the guards to return home. Isadore tugged at her clothes and looked at Nannide, whose face was ashen among the mountain folk. She seemed to want to say something, but she bit her lip and turned away, not looking back.

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After arriving at the lord's mansion, Granny couldn't help but be a little surprised.

She knew that in order to show off luxury and power, this kingdom's lord's mansion had many expensive magic lamps.

But now, all these lights have disappeared, replaced by ordinary candles and oil lamps. Even the oil paintings on the walls have been taken down, leaving only square traces.

The lord's mansion now appeared in her eyes like a down-and-out nobleman who had lost his halo. Without the light of the magic lamp, it looked particularly desolate.

What on earth was going on? She couldn't help but glance at Salares, but the Kingdom Saint looked calm and unconcerned.

After bringing Granny to the hall and asking her to sit down, Sharlele couldn't help but feel a little amused when she saw the mountain priestess fidgeting.

"Don't be nervous, Ms. Granny." She waved her hand and dismissed the servants around her.

Isadore had wanted to stay shamelessly, but Salora stared at her with a half-smile, so she left in disgrace. So now, Salora and Granny were the only two people in the huge hall.

"I'll be frank. We dissected the monster's body and found some interesting things. Combined with your discovery of the monster's horn, it's even more interesting."

"You guys actually—" Granny's eyes suddenly widened, and her face with blue facial patterns was a little distorted, "Are you really against the Deer Horned Goddess—"

"Don't get excited, High Priest." Sharlelei smiled calmly and waved her hand. "Don't you want to hear what we discovered?"

The expression on Granny's face froze, and she slowly sat back, her wolf-like eyes still staring at Sharlene.

"Horns grow from the bones and joints of monsters." Sharlele pointed to Granny's knee. "They pierce the monster's body from the inside out, piercing its flesh like a sieve. Do you know what this means?"

"Then how could they still run?" Granny said without thinking, but the next moment she opened her eyes wide, the wrinkles on her nose relaxed, and an almost impossible thought flashed through her mind.

Seeing her expression, Sharlelei also smiled.

"Yes, it's just as you think. The movements of those monsters are hindered by their horns... or rather, the horns were designed to hinder their movements."

Seeing Granny's look of doubt and uncertainty, Shailelei decided to strike while the iron was hot. "Think again about that hornless wolf. If it weren't for the extraordinary warrior here, it could have breached the wall on its own."

The girl's sweet and pleasant voice echoed in the room, and one thought after another wandered back and forth in Granny's mind, spinning endlessly.

Horns that hindered the movement of magical beasts, hornless magical beasts that were stronger than ordinary ones, and horns that could promote plant growth... Just as her mind was in a state of chaos, Sharlelei's gentle and calm voice rang out. She suddenly raised her head and looked into those deep dark purple eyes.

"I would like to ask the High Priest, what kind of deity is the Antlered Goddess?"

These words struck Granny's heart like lightning. She held the strange wooden stick tightly and murmured softly.

"Kornuna, the antler goddess... She is the great soul of the forest, the mistress of the woodland, the mother and ruler of all the beasts in the forest. She is both hunter and prey. She gives us countless prey and endless harvest..."

Salarei was not surprised by Granny's answer.

In her opinion, it was perfectly normal for such indigenous gods to hold fertility and nature as their primary vocation. Rather, as long as humans needed to obtain resources and food from the natural environment, the fertility god must have been the most primitive form of worship.

Even in this world where God does exist, this law still applies.

"Countless hunts, endless millet to harvest, countless hunts, endless millet to harvest... endless millet to harvest..." Granny's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead.

Ever since they lost the response from the Antler Goddess, the mountain people have always believed that the monsters with horns on their bodies are a sign of divine punishment and that God has abandoned them.

But what if... we reverse the thinking?

The gods did not abandon them, but watched over and protected them in their own way. They made the monsters grow horns to weaken them, and those horns could be used to grow crops... Was that really a punishment from God?

That is the blessing of God!

The mountain folk had actually always considered the gods' blessings as divine punishment, and filled with fear, they threw the gods' fertility horns into the fire and burned them...

"How could this be possible... How could this be? Have I always been... Have we always been wrong..." Granny's eyes were hazy as she shed tears. "It's not that God has abandoned us, but that we have betrayed Him..."

With a clang, the wooden staff fell to the ground. Granny's knees softened and she knelt down involuntarily. The strong and gentle priestess could no longer bear it and burst into tears like a child.

But the next moment, she felt her body warm, and then she was thrown into a warm and soft embrace. She raised her head and looked at the gentle and beautiful face of the girl. Somehow, the pain and regret in her heart burst out like a flood, and she cried even louder.

"It's not your fault, nor is it the fault of the mountain people." Sharlene held the woman, who was twice her age, in her arms and stroked her reddish-brown hair as if comforting a child.

"The mountain folk don't know the truth of this matter... You believe being abandoned by the gods is only natural. Even if you didn't grasp the gods' intentions, you've persevered through all these years. I believe the Antlered Goddess must be very pleased."

Granny opened her mouth blankly, wanting to say something, but what came out was even louder sobs. She knelt on the ground, leaning on Sharlene's arms, crying as if she wanted to squeeze all the tears out of her body.

After an unknown amount of time, Granny's sobs slowly subsided. She looked up at the large wet spot on Sallelei's plump chest, her light brown cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm sorry, Saint of the Kingdom, I..."