Succubus cannot be a saint

Hearing these words, the mountain people looked at each other in confusion, and then burst into even louder cheers.

Although they didn't understand why the Saint didn't investigate Nannide's rebellion, nor did they understand why Granny, who was standing next to the Saint, had an unnatural blush on her face, but in this fanatical and joyful atmosphere, they didn't have the energy to think more.

At this moment, they had only one thought in mind: to follow this kind, tolerant, and good Saint Lady. As for whether she was a Kingdomeer or a pagan, such matters no longer mattered at all.

The commotion caused by the mountain folks had finally come to an end. But for Sharlelei, there was still much work waiting for her to do. The most important of all was to inspect the land where the monster horn had been buried.

Surrounded by the mountain folk, Sharlelei arrived at the field she had been in before. Thanks to the villagers' clearing, all the weeds had been pulled out, but the soil was unnaturally dry and even slightly hardened.

Seeing this scene, the mountain people couldn't help but panic, and Granny, who was accompanying them, also looked a little embarrassed - she had just said that the monster horns were a blessing of abundance from the Deer Horn Goddess, and the land where the horns were buried became like this. She couldn't explain it.

"Lady Saint..." Under the confused gaze of the mountain people, beads of sweat appeared on Granny's smooth forehead, and she subconsciously looked at Sharlele.

Charlene waved her hand to calm her down, then squatted down in front of the field, crushed a little soil between her fingertips, and turned away. "Don't be nervous, Granny. Can you feel anything strange in the soil?"

As a priestess of the Antlered Goddess turned succubus, Granny possessed the closest connection to the natural world of all present. If anyone here could sense the earth's abnormality, it was likely her.

Granny was stunned for a moment, then, seeing that Sharlelei remained calm, she gradually calmed down, as if she had taken a reassurance pill. She examined the strange field intently, and suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?" "The vitality of this land seems much weaker... Saint, why is this?"

As soon as she said that, she immediately felt something was wrong. She was clearly a priestess of the Antlered Goddess, yet she specifically asked the Saint of the Goddess of Light. Wasn't that a bit...

Staring at the hardened soil, Sharlelei frowned in thought. Logically, the monster horns did contain the power of the Deer Horn Goddess, promoting crop growth and being a veritable golden fertilizer. How could the land become like this?

"……Um?"

Wait, Jinkela? Fertilizer? The soil turned into this?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Sharlelei's mind. She threw away the soil in her hand, sighed, and said with a wry smile, "I understand what this is all about."

For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on Sharlelei. She was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Because you buried all the monster horns at once, you over-fertilized the soil, and the soil's fertility has been depleted..."

The mountain people were stunned.

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After this minor incident ended and she returned to the lord's mansion, Sharlely received two pieces of news: one was that Nannide had woken up, and the other was that the militia had found a small medicine bottle in the yard.

After ordering the militia to deliver the medicine bottle to her study, Sharlele decided to ask Nannide some questions first. With this in mind, she looked down at Isadore beside her.

"Isadore, Nanned is awake. Do you want to go see him?"

For the first time, the usually cheerful little succubus hesitated and lowered her head gloomily. Seeing this, Sharlene smiled and ruffled her hair. "Then I'll go check on him."

"Hmm..." Isadore responded softly. Sallelei squatted down, gently put her arms around her petite shoulders, and kissed the girl on the cheek, whispering, "It's okay, I will always be by your side."

Then she left gracefully, leaving Isadore standing there in a daze, a blush spreading across her little face.

When Sharlele came to Nanned's room, the tall man was lying on the bed, basking in the sunlight coming in from the window, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"I didn't expect... that I could still see the sun." Hearing the footsteps of Sharlene, his ears trembled slightly and his voice became hoarse.

"If you don't want to see, you can donate your eyes." Shalelei said bluntly. She didn't have a good face for this young man who had caused her so much trouble.

Nanned was a little stunned, as if she had not expected that the usually gentle and elegant Saint would speak in such a tone.

He turned around, the sunlight shining on his withered and thin face. Overnight, this towering man looked as if he had aged twenty years.

"I won't say any polite words. I know everything that happened last night. How did you feel after drinking that medicine?" Sharlele pulled out a chair and sat beside his bed, not hiding the disgust on her face.

"I... drank the potion, and then I seemed to hear the voice of the Deer Horned Goddess..." Nannide muttered, a look of pain suddenly appearing on his face. "No... it was both the goddess' voice... and the howling of a wild beast, like a wolf. Then I felt... I felt as if I had been freed from my skin. My body became very light, and I had endless strength..."

"Were you still awake at that time?"

"No... at that time... I couldn't remember anything. I only knew... that I had to save the high priestess and bring her back..." Beads of sweat slid down Nannide's cheeks, his pupils shrank, and his body began to tremble.

"But you almost killed her." Salares narrowed her eyes coldly. "It seems I haven't earned your trust. I made so many promises to you."

At the same time, she felt something in her heart.

The letter said the medicine could "bring you closer to your God," and Nannide also said he seemed to hear the voice of the Antlered Goddess.

Is that really "werewolf medicine"?

Nannide's trembling gradually subsided. He stared at Charlene, a complex mix of emotions flashing through his cloudy eyes. Anger, regret, resentment, hatred...all of these things blended together, forming a heavy, sticky vortex that tightly sucked his heart.

"If you saw your loved one being raped, you wouldn't believe anything his people said."

The man's voice was like the dry, muffled sound of trees cracking. He stared at the girl in front of him, waiting to see anger on her face, and even felt a desperate anticipation for the possible hanging.

But this time, the girl's response was completely beyond his expectations, and even made his mind go blank.

"If it were me, I would just catch that bastard and chop him into pieces, instead of barking at everyone I see like a mad dog and almost biting the person I love the most."

The closest person? This woman... what is this woman talking about?

After saying this, Sharlene stood up calmly and said, "Don't make any mistake, Nannide. I'm not here to ask you to confess your guilt to me. Whether you plead guilty or not, my sentence has been passed. I sentence you to eternal imprisonment until I release you."

"You won't kill me...?"

"I hope yesterday's incident didn't degrade your intelligence. If I was going to kill you, why would I ask Isadore to save you?"

Isadore... saved me?

Nannide shuddered, then slowly lowered his head, his expression gloomy and his lips trembling. At that moment, he suddenly understood. Who else could Sallelei have called "the closest person" besides Isadore?

In the shattered memories of last night, he vaguely saw Isadore. Her anger, her determination, her fear, and... her face illuminated by the golden holy light...

"Isado...is she okay? What about my people? The people who came with me, and the high priest, they..." Nannide said in a trembling voice. The next moment, the girl in front of him sneered contemptuously.

"Of course, Isadore is fine. As for those who rebelled with you? Don't worry, they will be fine too. After all... I was the one who invited you to the lord's mansion to study the monster corpse, and then you were attacked by the resurrected monster."

Salaret sneered, and Nannide became more and more confused.

What exactly was she trying to do? What was her plan against the mountain people? Nannide was in a state of confusion, but before he could think any further, Sharlene's voice rang out again.

"Listen, Nannide. I admit that your anger toward 'that man' is justified. I also sincerely feel indifferent to your hatred for the people of the Kingdom."

The girl looked down at Nannide condescendingly, her voice clear and her tone arrogant, her eyes full of contempt.

But Nanned could feel that she did not have the ridicule and humiliation that a winner would have towards a loser. Her contempt for herself came entirely from something more essential and simpler. It had nothing to do with her position, nationality or belief. It was from a purely "human" perspective.

"But there are two things I cannot forgive you for. First, you trampled on Isadore's affection for you. Second, you dared to hinder me from achieving my goal."

"That's all I have to say to you. Remember, you've caused me a lot of trouble. If this happens again, you won't have the chance to see the sun again."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door, her long flaxen hair drawing a beautiful trajectory in the sunlight.

Nanned stared at her back in a daze, and suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

"If you have to fart, do it quickly." Salares stood at the door without looking back.

"You..." Nannide looked at the girl's slender back, and a trace of fear involuntarily emerged in his heart. He swallowed nervously, "What is your purpose...?"

This time, Sharlelei was silent for a moment before she replied coldly, "At this stage... we need to make this town presentable."

Then, her figure disappeared from the door, leaving only her cold voice echoing in the sunlight.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 90: That's Wrong (4k)

After leaving Nannide's room, Salares returned to her study.

Isadore sat on the floor beside her desk, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the void before her. Hearing Sallelei's footsteps, she looked up and forced a smile on her face, "Lady Saint..."

Without a word, Salleh walked over, gathered her skirts, and sat down on the ground next to the little nun. Isadore looked at her in astonishment, wondering why the Saint wanted to sit on the cold, hard floor with her.

But the next moment, an arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into softness and warmth.

Isadore was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that she had been pulled into Sharlelei's arms. Her nose suddenly felt sore for no reason and her eyes slowly turned red.

"Sorry it took so long." The girl's gentle voice rang in her ears, mixed with moist breath and sweet body fragrance. Isadore felt dizzy and it was difficult to think. "What... took so long?"

"You have something to say, right?" Shailelei sighed and pinched the little succubus's cheek. "When you came to tell me about the weeds that day, you were almost crying. Did you think I couldn't see that?"

Isadore leaned blankly on Sallelei's soft chest. Her mind went blank for a moment, and then all the grievances in her heart surged up. Tears suddenly burst out of her eyes, and big drops of them flowed down her cheeks, wetting Sallelei's clothes.

As for Salora, she didn't rush her to speak. She just held the little creature to her chest and waited quietly. After a while, Isadore's crying gradually subsided, and she sobbed and began to speak. At first, the little succubus stuttered and spoke incoherently, but Salora listened patiently, not once interrupting her.

Soon, Isadore finally managed to straighten her tongue. Although she was still a little confused, she still told what happened in the mountain village, the cold treatment she received from everyone, what Nannide said, and the facts stated by Granny.

After listening to this, Sharlele sighed slowly and stroked the little succubus's soft hair lovingly.

If I had known these things would happen, I would have scolded Nanny even more harshly.

"Saint Lady... No, Sister Sasha..." Isadore raised her tearful little face and looked up at her. "Can I never go back to the past? Uncle Nannide said... I'm no longer a subject of the Deer Horned Goddess... I, I just realized now that I knew nothing... About the people of the kingdom and the mountain folk..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and tugged at her golden pigtails fiercely. "I, I've always been like a fool. I don't know what everyone is thinking or what everyone has been through... I'm the only one who's been smiling like an idiot..."

Gradually, a few tears fell on her knees. Isadore choked with sobs and could no longer speak.

...like an idiot.

It turns out that I've been acting like a fool all this time, knowing nothing, just running around with a silly smile on my face. Whether it's the mountain people's affairs, the Kingdom's affairs, that incident thirteen years ago, or my own "father"...

Even now, Isadore remembers how she felt when she heard Granny tell the truth.

In that instant, the world seemed to drift away from her, becoming so unfamiliar. In her mind, the world should be very simple. She would live happily with the Saint, Aunt Granny, Uncle Nannide, and the mountain people. Although bad things would happen and there would be sad things, as long as she worked hard, she could always solve them.

But at this moment, she realized for the first time that there were things in the world that could not be solved no matter how hard she tried.

Her "father" had violated her mother, hurt Uncle Nannide, and hurt all the mountain people. She would never be able to resolve this matter, and she would never be able to make the scars that had already appeared disappear.

Even she herself, the "bad thing" itself, is the result of the crime and a mistake.

For the first time, the girl discovered that the world was not as simple and pure as she had imagined. Many bad things that she thought would never happen would actually happen, and had even already happened.

"... Am I... Am I a child who should not have been born? Am I... Am I a bad child? Am I a mistake? I—"

Sallelei was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and held her face. Isadore was slightly startled, looking at the beautiful face so close to her, bewildered.

"Do you believe me, Isadore?"

The little nun stared at Salleh's face, tears welling in her eyes. She nodded slightly at first, then nodded fiercely and vigorously.

"I...I believe you, Sister Shasha...I believe you..."

"Okay, then listen to me, Isadore. You're not a mistake. There's no right or wrong in human existence. You're just you, nothing more. What Nannide said is wrong. Even if you don't have the blood of the mountain people, as long as you stand on their side, and everything you do is for them and for Moon Spring Town, you're still a descendant of the Antler Goddess."

Isadore looked at her bewilderedly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She murmured helplessly, "But...but, my blood...I bleed the blood of the kingdom's people, filled with lies..."

"The man who violated your mother has nothing to do with you." The hand holding the girl's face exerted a little force, and Sharlene's fingertips dug into Isadore's soft cheek. "You are not a replica of your parents, and I don't think that man has the right to be called your father. Your life belongs to you, and neither their sins nor their graces will be passed on to you."

Isadore's red eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, and Salare squeezed her cheeks even harder, staring into her eyes, as if to carve her words into her heart.

"Listen, Isadore. You are no one but yourself. You are not a continuation of that man, nor a replacement for your mother. You are not guilty for his sins, only for your own. It is wrong for anyone to place that man's sins on your shoulders."

——I am...myself.

For a moment, the voice echoed over and over in the girl's heart, spinning and churning endlessly.

The moment Granny told the truth, her mind was filled with two shadows. Strangely, she had never seen her parents, yet she could inexplicably imagine them without faces. And these two shadows weighed heavily on her.

The sins of my...kingdom's people.

Whenever she thought of this, Isadore's heart felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and those mountain people who were getting further and further away from her seemed to have a legitimate reason at this moment - she was a person from the kingdom, a person from the kingdom with lies flowing in her veins, a person from the kingdom who had committed crimes against the mountain people.

These things almost made her breathless, and even seemed to crush her heart.

——You are yourself.

And now, after hearing Sharlene's words, she suddenly felt as if something had disappeared from her heart, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and the heavy black fog that had been lingering around her was swept away. She felt so light, and the lightness she had almost forgotten enveloped her again.

Suddenly, her body felt cold, and the soft and warm touch left her. Isadore looked at Sallelei in panic as she withdrew her arms from her, while the latter smiled slightly.

"I think you have something to say to Nanned? Go ahead, I'll be waiting for you here."

"Sister Sasha...won't you go with me?" Isadore hugged her arms and looked at her eagerly.

"No." Sallelei shook her head gently but firmly. "Isadore, some words must be spoken by you, and your own will must be conveyed by you. No one can do that for you, not even me."

But just as she finished her words, Isadore's eyes blurred and a fragrant breeze blew in her face. It was Sallelei who came forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek like a dragonfly touching the water.

"But I can give you some courage."

The soft touch on her cheek was fleeting, but it was like igniting a burning flame in the girl's heart.

Although the world will never return to its original state, although the world has revealed the "truth" to her, although not all bad things can be solved by hard work, and some bad things can no longer be undone. But——

——There will always be someone supporting her, someone waiting for her here, and someone willing to give her courage.

The moment she realized this, Isadore felt her heart burning hot. The flame ignited by the kiss burned throughout her body and even emitted bright light through her eyes.

Ishado suddenly stood up, finding strength from nowhere. That kiss not only ignited a flame in her chest, but also seemed to burn her heart into a sun, filling her every limb with endless light and heat.

At this moment, she only felt that she was so light, so hot, so happy, and so free, like a ray of light that came and went freely in the sky.

"I...I understand!" she cried out, her face flushed with excitement. Countless words seemed to want to burst out of her chest, but in the end she could only repeat incoherently, "Sister Sasha, I...I understand! I understand!"