Succubus cannot be a saint

"Are succubi really evil monsters? But the goddess clearly answered my prayers. Does this mean that succubi are not evil at all? Is the head nun's story... wrong?"

"But no matter what, I am already a succubus." Isadore muttered these words to herself, but somehow, she did not feel the slightest regret that she was no longer human.

After gaining the power and beauty of the succubus, she no longer wanted to return to her original, powerless, weak self. In comparison, she seemed to like her current self more.

"May the goddess watch over me..." Isadore murmured to herself, looking at the church shrouded in darkness, and a strange and bold idea emerged in her mind.

"It would be great if other nuns could also accept the blessing and become succubi. Then we could work together to save more suffering people. How wonderful would that be?"

Then, a strange hunger ignited in her belly, and she rubbed her stomach, whispering in distress.

"I'm hungry and want to eat some soft white bread. How nice it would be if I could always eat white bread... Ugh... Why am I thinking about Miss Sallelei again..."

At the same time, in a secluded room deep inside the church, Sallelei turned over in a daze. Just as she fell asleep, she sneezed several times in a row, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, her chest shaking.

“—A-choo… A-choo! Damn it, who’s secretly cursing at me?”

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The next morning, Derek Warrow, the steward of Moon Spring Town, woke up in the lord's mansion. After taking his morning medicine, he began to enjoy a breakfast of white bread, milk and fried bacon.

During the meal, the butler read out the report on the daily affairs of the territory as usual, and naturally mentioned the monster invasion on the west side of the town.

But Derek didn't care at all. After all, the breach in the wall was in the mountain dwelling area on the west side of the town, far from his lord's mansion. He also had his own private soldiers to protect him, so he didn't need to worry about it at all.

"Don't worry about those barbarians. Let them repair the wall themselves." Derek mumbled, picking up a piece of fried meat and putting it into his mouth. "...By the way, pass on my order. Forbid the royal craftsmen from helping them. Don't sell them any materials like mortar."

The butler took the order and left. Derek swallowed his food and smiled coldly.

It wouldn't matter if a few of these indigenous barbarians died because they didn't believe in the Goddess of Light, were undisciplined, and couldn't pay much food. It would be better if a few of them died. It wouldn't be too late to deal with the matter after they came crying and begged me.

Anyway, the monsters outside Yuequan Town have been causing trouble for decades, and nothing serious has ever happened. I believe there will be no problem this time.

Just as he was happily enjoying his meal, a servant suddenly hurried into the dining room, "Master Butler! This is bad! There's news from the church that Miss Sallelei has gone mad again!"

"Goddess of Light, she's gone crazy again? When will it ever end?" Derek was so furious that he lost his appetite. But after his outburst, he sighed irritably.

While it was true that Shalelei had been banished and imprisoned here, she was still considered the lord of this place, and even the mansion he lived in was supposed to be hers. Even if it was just a formality, he had to take care of this crazy daughter...

I don't know what that Duke of Dravi was thinking. Even though this woman caused such a big scandal, he didn't deprive her of her territory...

Derek grumbled inwardly, but he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. "Get the car ready. I want to see what this woman is up to."

The servant asked at the right moment, "Master Steward, would you like Miss Durenna to accompany you?"

Derek thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, it's just a small matter, I don't need her, a super warrior, to protect me."

After saying that, he paused and sneered again: "I'm afraid she would rather take care of her sister in the room than guard me."

Soon after, Derek arrived at the church in a carriage and, accompanied by the nuns, arrived at Charlene's door. A young nun, guarding the door, didn't raise her head to greet him, but simply lowered her head and muttered softly, "Your Excellency the Chief."

But Derek didn't bother to care about her rudeness. "How is it going?"

"Ms. Salaret is mentally ill. She somehow broke free from the ropes and made a mess in the house..."

What a crazy woman. It seems she should be handcuffed too. Derek snorted coldly, motioning the accompanying nun to stay outside, then raised his chin and said, "Open the door."

The little nun stretched out her hand and pushed open the door. Derek strode in, but he caught a glimpse of her smooth, white little hands out of the corner of his eye and was stunned for a moment.

This little girl's hands... are they so white and tender?

But before he could think about it, the door slammed shut and Sallely's voice rang out.

"Butler Derek, we meet again."

Derek turned around and saw a messy room. A girl in a nun's uniform was sitting on the bed with a tattered blanket draped over her head. Her light flaxen hair fell softly on her towering chest. Her slender white hands were holding a prayer book, and her delicate white feet under her skirt were handcuffed with a pair of cold metal shackles.

Derek's gaze slowly moved upwards, and he saw that the girl had a calm expression, bright eyes, and was dignified and beautiful. How could she look crazy at all?

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 7: Are You Crazy or Not?

"You..." Derek was speechless for a moment. After all, in his memory, this young lady had been in Yuequan Town for more than a month and had escaped twice. Even when she didn't escape, she was disheveled and babbling nonsense. He had finally managed to say a few coherent sentences before, but...

It's really hard to hold back these two sentences: the first one calls him bald, and the second one asks who he is.

"As you can see, Your Excellency the Chief Steward." Sallelei smiled faintly. Against the backdrop of her nun's uniform, the smile actually revealed a hint of dignity and holiness. "Do you still think I'm crazy now?"

"Even crazy people claim they're not crazy." Derek's face darkened and he said coldly, "Even if you tell me now that you were pretending to be crazy, it's too late."

But the implication of this sentence was that he didn't think Salleh was crazy. If this dignified, elegant, and articulate girl in front of him was crazy, then he himself could also be considered mentally ill.

"I have to admit, as you can see..." Sharlene sighed softly, bringing out all her acting chops. "I was... indeed crazy before. Until I fell into the water, my mind was a mess. I can't remember what I was saying or doing at all..."

Isn't it just acting? I'm a student majoring in acting, so why would I be afraid of you?

"Oh?" Derek raised his eyebrows, his tone gradually softening. "Then how did you return to normal?"

He would have thought that this "recovered" crazy daughter would demand her freedom, demand her rights as a lord, and even ask him to send her back to the Duke's Palace.

Unexpectedly, not only did she not mention any of this, but she openly admitted that she was mentally ill. What on earth was this woman trying to do?

Seeing that Derek showed a little interest in what she said, Sharlene knew that her plan had been initially successful.

Last night, she checked all the memories of "Salalei Delavé" in her mind and confirmed a key piece of information, which was Derek's desire to control Yuequan Town.

Derek Vorlo, the younger brother of Baron Vorlo of Greystone Town, followed the rules of inheritance for the nobility of the era. As the second son, he had to either pledge allegiance to his elder brother or leave the territory to strike out on his own; in any case, he would not be able to acquire any land.

But at this critical juncture, the former lord of the neighboring Moon Spring Town was deprived of his territory and title by Duke Dravi for his crimes. After the Duke took back this desolate territory, he turned around and gave it to Sharlelei.

However, Salora was a minor and obviously incapable of managing the territory, so Derek spent money to bribe and got the position of steward. The Duke promised that he would manage the territory until Salora got married.

Therefore, the one who was most reluctant to see Charlelei marry was Derek. Once Charlelei returned to normal life from her mad daughter, Duke Delaware might "use her as trash" and marry her off, preventing him from continuing to profit from Moon Spring Town. He had only been the steward for three years, and he still hadn't made enough money.

Because of this, Salares never talked about her power as a lord, nor did she talk about returning to the Duke's Palace, so as not to irritate him.

"The moment I saw the child fall into the water..." Salares lowered her eyebrows and smiled softly, while Derek subconsciously glanced back at Isadore. The little nun shrank her head and said nothing, fearing that her succubus characteristics would be revealed.

"I seemed to hear a voice calling me, calling me to help her," Sharlene continued softly. "At that moment, my mind became completely clear. I remembered where I was and my name... I thought, this might be the voice of the goddess."

Hearing the word "goddess", Derek's expression couldn't help but become more serious.

That’s right, the card that Shailelei wants to play is - faith.

In the Stag Kingdom, the Church of the Goddess of Light was a powerful force, and Derek was a follower. Since she had mentioned the Goddess, Derek had no choice but to take it seriously.

"Praise the Goddess..." Derek reached out and tapped his chest, drawing the holy emblem. He said in a deep voice, "Are you sure that this is a revelation from the Goddess?"

"Revelation from the Goddess" is a weighty claim. Throughout history, those who claim to have received revelations from the Goddess have all been saints who have performed miracles and accomplished remarkable feats. Conversely, if someone claims revelation but fails to demonstrate the corresponding miracles, the only outcome is burning at the stake.

"I'm not sure, Mr. Steward... How dare I claim that this is the revelation of the goddess?" Shalelei said softly, and her attitude was exactly the correct attitude towards the revelation of the goddess. Derek's expression eased slightly.

"But I wonder, apart from the goddess's mercy, what other power can dispel the madness in my mind and enable me to do the good deed of saving people?" Sharlelei continued, "Sir, you should know that I am not good at swimming..."

Derek couldn't help but nod slightly. In that era, swimming wasn't a common sport among the nobility, so Sharlene Delavie was undoubtedly a landlubber. Therefore, her sudden action of diving into the water to save someone defied common sense.

Looking at his expression, Sharlelei couldn't help but laugh in her heart - it was true that Sharlelei Delavie couldn't swim, but that didn't mean that the time traveler Sharlelei couldn't.

"That's why I hope to stay in the church and practice prayer with all my heart, so that I can hear the goddess' voice more clearly..." Salelei said softly, moving her feet, and the rattling sound of iron chains suddenly rang out.

"And now that I've recovered and am no longer running away... Mr. Steward, could you please remove these chains for me?"

Derek remained silent, his expression pensive. Charlene smiled faintly and, at the perfect moment, activated her charm. She was waiting for the moment when Derek's antipathy and wariness towards her would be at their lowest.

Invisible spiritual ripples invaded Derek's mind, and gradually, he began to think along the lines of what Sharlene said involuntarily - yes, she suddenly returned to normal and went into the water to save people. This kind of thing can probably only be explained by the miracle of the goddess, right?

She didn't ask to return to the Duke's Mansion, but instead cultivated herself in the church. This wouldn't hinder my rule over Yuequan Town... I could keep the news secret; she'd still be the unmarried "crazy daughter" to the outside world. She poses no threat to me. Besides, shackles on someone who had received a goddess's miracle in the church are unbecoming of a devout believer...

Derek's expression gradually relaxed, and he nodded. "Well, now that the goddess has freed you from your madness, I have no reason to imprison you any longer. I'll have someone remove your shackles later."

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Sharlelei smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. General."

At this moment, the little nun behind Derek raised her head anxiously and winked at Sallelei. Sallelei calmly hinted at her to be patient and then cleared her throat.

More crucial things are coming.

"Actually, I have one more thing I must tell you, Your Excellency," Sharlene said softly. "I had a dream last night. I dreamed of a breach in the town wall, and monsters burst through, slaughtering the townspeople... I don't think the goddess would be pleased to see that."

"Therefore, Your Excellency, the Lord Steward, I beg you, in the name of the Goddess' mercy, to repair the wall. At the very least... send soldiers to guard it while it's being repaired to prevent further deaths."

After hearing these words, Derek's face gradually darkened.

If Sharlene's personal request to be freed from her shackles and to practice in seclusion within the church did not threaten his interests, then her current request for him to build walls and send troops was already interfering with his rule and crossing his red line.

Derek’s first reaction to this was: – Are you teaching me how to do things?

Looking at his gloomy expression, Shalelei realized that she needed to show some real "miracles".

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I hope all my fellow book lovers can show me some miracles (referring to collecting blade tickets)

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 8: The Art of Speaking

"Of course I know about the monsters. But the breach in the wall is in the mountain settlement west of town. They don't welcome interference from our kingdom, and they're even unwilling to enforce my decrees."

Derek sneered. "I think it's best if I don't interfere with them this time. Besides, they've always called the monsters 'the punishment of the Antlered Goddess.' It's better to let them pray to that indigenous deity and let them fend for themselves."

After hearing what Derek said, Sharlene sighed inwardly.

Even though the charm had taken effect, it didn't mean she could tell him what to do. The charm simply made Derek actively consider her opinions, and the key lay in her own art of speaking.

Here, we must not show any intention of interfering with Derek's rule. We must use the topic of the Goddess's Voice just now and continue to play the card of faith.

"I understand your meaning, Your Excellency. I am deeply saddened by the ignorance of those pagans who refuse to obey your laws and bathe in the glory of the goddess..."

With the rattling sound of chains shaking, Shalelei slowly stood up and raised her hand to draw the holy emblem of the Goddess of Light on her chest. When Derek heard Shalelei "stand on his side", his expression softened slightly.

"But the goddess' light shines upon the earth. She will bring salvation to all, willing and unwilling, wise and foolish alike. This is the goddess's mercy, and the reason why we follow her, isn't it?"

The girl's gentle voice echoed in the room. Derek looked at her pious expression and couldn't help feeling a little confused. He felt that the girl in front of him was actually a bit like... a saint.

That crazy woman who couldn't even speak clearly turned into a saint overnight. What else could this be but a miracle of the goddess?

"Moreover, showing kindness, generosity and wisdom to the ignorant is also the spirit of nobility." Seeing that Derek's eyes were a little dazed, Shailelei knew that the charm was still taking effect.

She smiled slightly and continued, "I am not asking you, Your Excellency the Lord Steward, I am begging you in the name of the Goddess's mercy. I believe that after you show your mercy and leniency, those pagans will surely repent..."

At this point, Sallely heard a low sob. She glanced at the little nun, only to see that the little girl had tears streaming down her face with piety. She rolled her eyes inwardly, feeling both amused and embarrassed.

It seems that besides Derek, there is another person she fooled...

"Hmph... You have a point. Showing kindness to the ignorant is indeed the sacred duty of the nobles..." Derek snorted. Although his tone was pretending to be indifferent, his expression was much more relaxed.

"At the end of my dream last night, I also saw you, sir." Sharlene dragged her shackles and approached Derek with some difficulty, smiling gently and said, "The image in the dream indicates that you will recover your health and no longer suffer from asthma—"

As she spoke, she gently extended her hand. Derek stared at her without blinking, but before the girl's smile, the cold and rigid expression on his face gradually melted, becoming trance-like and pious.

So, Shaile lowered her eyes, placed her palm lightly on his forehead, consumed her magic power to activate the "Gift of Blasphemy", and strengthened Derek's physique.

Derek shuddered, feeling an involuntary surge of strength in his body, and the discomfort in his lungs and throat eased considerably. He rubbed his throat, eyes wide open, staring at the smiling girl in front of him in disbelief.

"This is—" he muttered, and Salares put her finger to her lips and sighed softly, "This is the goddess's favor to you, Your Excellency the Steward. I can't say more, do you understand me?"

Right now, Sharlene couldn't call herself "The Goddess of Revelation." That would attract attention, and without sufficient strength, it would only cause more trouble than benefit. For now, it was enough for Derek to imagine her as the Goddess of Revelation.

Derek's expression changed rapidly, and it took him a moment to grasp the meaning of Shalelei's words. "I... understand. I won't tell anyone. Miss Shalelei, please rest and cultivate here. I will dispatch guards and supplies, thanks to the goddess's favor."

Unconsciously, the image of Charlotte became more sacred in his eyes, and even the way he addressed Charlotte became "you".

At this moment, he was basically certain that the "crazy daughter" in front of him, whose temperament suddenly changed overnight, was undoubtedly enlightened by the goddess, and this also meant that he could also receive the goddess's favor.

At the same time, a strange sense of pride and superiority arose in Derek's heart. He thought of Baron Volo of Greystone Town, his arrogant brother who inherited the family estate.

Although you inherited the territory, I was favored by the Goddess of Light!

Thinking of this, Derek couldn't help but smile proudly.

"...I'm glad you understand, Your Excellency the Chief."

After watching Derek leave the room, the smile on Sharlene's face gradually disappeared.

Although she had successfully persuaded Derek to remove her shackles and repair the wall, she wasn't particularly happy. After all, it was just removing the shackles; her goal was much greater than that. She still had a long way to go before she could control Derek and replace him as the true lord of the town.

Even if Derek had come to see her as a "goddess of revelation," that didn't mean she could just order him around. She could play the faith card when it came to repairing the wall, but what about other things? Playing the faith card too much would become ineffective.

For a power-hungry and petty person like Derek, if Salleh even slightly overstepped the line and showed signs of interfering with the town's management, he would inevitably retaliate.

Therefore, to get rid of Derek and control the entire lord's mansion, relying solely on charm is not enough, I must find another way. But no matter what, I need more succubi.

“Wow!”