Succubus cannot be a saint

Suddenly, a loud shout shook Charlotte out of her thoughts. She almost fell to the ground, looking blankly at the little nun who had screamed.

"We succeeded, Lady Saint, we succeeded!" Isadore's face flushed with excitement, tears in her eyes, she cried and laughed, and jumped around Sallelei, her pair of golden braids shaking, just like a rapidly vibrating golden snitch.

"Don't get excited, Isadore. It's not over yet. And you don't have to call me Saint. Just call me Salaret."

Salarei couldn't help but be infected by her happiness. Looking into those red eyes filled with gratitude and admiration, she waved, "Come, come here."

Without a second thought, Isadore came closer like a puppy, her pigtails swaying as she gazed at her expectantly. Suddenly feeling playful, Sallelei reached out and patted her soft little face, then, with a deliberately nonchalant expression, turned her head and looked out the window.

"You know what, Isadore? Admiration is the feeling furthest from understanding."

——Finally I get the chance to say this famous line!

Hearing this, Isadore was immediately confused.

Is admiration the furthest distance from understanding? In other words, if I want to be closer to Miss Sharlelei, do I have to do the opposite of admiration?

The little succubus Isadore tried hard to use her not-so-bright brain, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to her, leading to a very brilliant and astonishingly wise conclusion.

"Ms. Salares...you don't want me to desecrate her, do you?"

She repeated these words in her mind, recalling the soft touch of her lips again.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 9: Sister Opheline

Soon, Derek asked the red-haired nun with "?74" on her head to bring the key to the shackles.

The nun was about twenty-five years old, with beautiful reddish-brown curly hair and sharp black eyes. She had a pretty face and wore a pair of glasses, looking smart and capable.

In stark contrast to the simple and honest aura of the nuns in this country town, this red-haired nun exudes the shrewdness that is unique to big cities, and even has a touch of the calculating spirit of a businessman.

As soon as she walked into the room, her sharp eyes swept over Salleh with suspicion - it was natural when you think about it, a person who was crazy two days ago returned to normal overnight, which was a bit too weird no matter how you think about it.

"Miss Sallelei, are you truly back to normal?" the red-haired nun asked cautiously, holding the key in her hand. Unlike the other nuns, she didn't invoke the name of the Goddess of Light, but instead got straight to the point.

"Yes, Sister Opheline. Perhaps the goddess has shown mercy to me, and I have become much more sober." Sharlele smiled. She still remembered the other party's name and position.

Since Sharlele De Lavie grew up in a church orphanage, she is very familiar with the job titles within the church.

Unlike on Earth, in this world's Church of the Goddess of Light, female clergy can also hold real power. Therefore, the position of head nun is similar to that of a priest, the actual administrator of the church. There are even some churches with no men at all, consisting entirely of nuns.

Sister Opheline carefully observed Salares's expression, then glanced at Isadore, who quickly shrank her head.

"Really? I hope you can stay sober now." Ophelin nodded reservedly, not showing any excessive surprise. "Although you did save Isadore's life, I must remind you that if you hadn't jumped from the second floor into the pond, Isadore wouldn't have fallen into the water with you."

Although her tone towards Salora was not polite, the nun's words showed a lot of affection for Isadore. As she spoke, Ophelin glanced at Isadore, and the little nun quickly lowered her head. Even so, seeing her exceptionally white and delicate hands, Ophelin frowned slightly.

Salares nodded and said, "Praise the Goddess, now that I have regained consciousness, I will never be the same again."

"That's good. It seems the goddess is indeed particularly favoring you." Ophelin said lightly, as if she didn't quite believe what Salares said. "I hope you won't act so rashly in the future."

She said "rash" instead of "crazy", meaning that she felt she was pretending to be crazy before... Salares narrowed her eyes slightly and read the subtext of Sister Opheline.

If Salleh had always been crazy, then that meant she was truly crazy. If she had been crazy for a while and then suddenly returned to normal, then that meant she might have been pretending to be crazy, which was what Ophelin seemed to think.

"Praise be to the Goddess... Her Excellency, the Head Sister, I have a humble request." Sharlelei raised her hand and drew the Holy Symbol of Light on her chest. "Next, I would like to devote myself to spiritual practice in the church and delve into theology... What do you think, Head Sister?"

Ophelin nodded. "Of course I have no reason to refuse. The church's chapel and library will always be open to you. I hope you can find inner peace under the glory of the goddess. Please allow me to remove your shackles for you."

Then she squatted down and untied Charlene's shackles. As she stood up, Ophelin's eyes inadvertently passed over the girl's slender, white feet. She looked up at the curvature of her peaks, startled slightly. But in an instant, she returned to normal.

But Sharlelei did not miss her abnormality, because she clearly saw that the pink "?74" on Ophelin's head suddenly jumped and turned into "?75".

……what happened?

"By the way, Miss Sallelei." Ophelin coughed lightly and glanced at the tattered blanket on Sallelei's head. "Are you cold? Why do you always wear this?"

"There are indeed some..." Sharlene's smile was a little awkward because the blanket was used to cover the horns on her head.

"I see. I'll light the stove for you later. This blanket is a bit torn. Let me mend it for you." Ophelin nodded and reached out to grab the blanket.

Seeing that she was about to lift the blanket and see the horns on her head, Shailelei's pupils suddenly shrank, but she couldn't make any violent moves of resistance, otherwise it would seem too abnormal.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The moment Ophelin's hand touched Sharlelei's head, Isadore suddenly screamed. Ophelin turned around and frowned, "Isadore, didn't I tell you to be quiet and steady?"

“…Cockroach, cockroach!” Isadore pointed at Ophelin’s feet and shouted. Ophelin was stunned for a moment, then her face turned pale and she screamed in fear. She even jumped on the spot and hid behind Isadore, “Where, where, where…!”

"Hmm, it seems to have crawled under Miss Saint-Salorelle's bed. Ah, it seems there's one there, too."

"What's wrong with this room? I need to clean it up, clean it up... I have something else to do, so I'll leave now. Miss Sallelei, please do as you please..." Ophelin was so frightened that her face turned pale and she spoke incoherently. Before Sallelei could respond, she picked up the hem of her skirt and hurried away.

"Huh..." Isadore breathed a sigh of relief. "Saint Lady, are you okay? Did the Head Sister not notice?"

"Fortunately... she didn't touch my horn..." Sallelei, who had been silent since a while ago, finally spoke. Her voice was trembling and even had a hint of tears. "By the way, Isadore... there really are cockroaches under my bed, right?"

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After learning that Isadore was just trying to scare Ophelin, Salleh finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then the little nun went to the kitchen and brought them both their meals. As they ate, she chewed the dry bread and muttered, "The head nun seems to be from a big city, so she's afraid of cockroaches!"

"Don't mention cockroaches while you're eating!" Sallelei glared at her. Isadore said, "Oh!" "Okay... By the way, Saint, you're a saint sent by the goddess. Are you afraid of cockroaches too? Is the goddess afraid of cockroaches too?"

"Didn't I tell you not to mention cockroaches while eating?" Salleigh was almost angry to death. The little nun came to her senses and quickly covered her mouth and stopped talking.

After breakfast, Sallelei took the initiative to ask to visit the church library.

After all, she had only removed her shackles; the crisis was far from over. Her situation of being exiled to Yuequan Town remained unchanged. The right thing to do was to gather more intelligence and learn more about the town and the world.

"Think carefully, the biggest shadow hanging over me is neither Derek nor Warcraft, but Duke Dravi..."

——Why didn’t Duke De Lavie take back his territory even though he had caused such a big scandal?

The most likely possibility was that he planned to "sell" her again after the storm had passed. Although the marriage with a noble was no longer possible, a beautiful noble lady with a territory was still valuable, and wealthy businessmen with money but no land would not refuse her.

It seemed that if he wanted to rest easy, he had to assimilate more succubi and make Moon Spring Town stronger. At least strong enough that even if Duke Delaware wanted to send troops to control him, he would have to consider whether it was worth it.

"Lord, Lord..."

On the way to the library, Sharlene muttered this word to herself, and for the first time she felt a strong desire for it in her heart.

As she thought of more succubi, Opheline immediately popped up in Sharlelei's mind. Very well, this "Miss 74"... the next succubus to be transformed is you!

But problems then arise.

Judging from Opheline's performance just now, Sharlene knew very well that this nun was neither as naive as Isadore nor a shallow believer like Derek. Playing the faith card in the name of the goddess probably wouldn't fool her.

Judging from Ophelin's shrewd look, Isadore's abnormality would definitely be seen by her. If she kept hiding it, it would be exposed sooner or later. It would be better to take the initiative.

But how can we take the initiative? What is the weakness of this head nun?

Silently pondering, Sharlelei followed Isadore to the church's library. However, what she was looking for was not theological books, but records about this town.

After casually browsing through a few files, Sallelei asked casually, "By the way, Isadore, what kind of person is Sister Ophelin?"

But the only answer she got was silence. Sallelei called out twice more, but with no response, she turned around and saw the little nun sleeping soundly in a corner of the library, her face pure and untainted by knowledge.

Salaret: “…”

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 10: Management Talent

"Sister Ophelin is such a great person! She always keeps the church in perfect order!"

Isadore waved her hands as she spoke, and two red marks appeared on her fair little face.

Just now, the little girl was sleeping like a wild boar. No matter how much Salares called her and pinched her face and patted her head, she would not wake up. Finally, she had to grab her little horns and lift her up, and the little succubus reluctantly opened her eyes.

"Well... you just said that she is not a local, but from a big city?" Sarah listened to Isadore's story and casually flipped through the file in her hand.

These files recorded in detail the land owned by the Yuequan Town Association, the donations received, the rent collected, the agricultural and farming conditions, as well as the family situations of the church's own farmers, population changes, the church's daily expenses and donations...all that was missing was a table.

The signature of the author at the end of the file is: Ophelin.

If this happened in modern times, he would be a management talent at least...

"Yes, yes! Sister Ophelin seemed to have been sent here three years ago from... um, from the church in Field Territory..." Isadore tilted her head. "After she came here, she quickly became the head nun, and everyone respected her very much. She can talk to everyone, and she's not afraid of Steward Derek, nor is she afraid of the mountain people like the other people in the kingdom..."

So that's how it is... Sharlele pondered. She'd heard of Field County before; it was a large, prosperous city, quite a distance from Moon Spring. Given Ophelin's shrewdness and ability, she wasn't sent to Field County, but rather to a remote place like Moon Spring. That was quite interesting...

Sharlele secretly decided that after assimilating her into a succubus, she would definitely teach her the modern method of recording in tables.

"That's so cool! An unknown being gave me the ability to turn humans into succubi, but I use them to farm..."

Then, Sharlele casually flipped through the files left by the previous abbess and found something interesting.

"Over thirty years ago, an elf arrived in Moon Spring Town, stayed overnight at the inn, and then headed west to the Black Forest, never to return. As a result, the inn was renamed 'Elf's Inn'... Why do we have to record even something like this? Is it that serious?"

Sharlelei looked at the news with a mixture of laughter and tears, but then she thought, in a remote place like Yuequan Town, a visit from an elf was indeed a major event worth recording...

After flipping through several volumes of files and gaining a basic understanding of the territory's farming conditions, Sharlele finally saw the part she wanted to see - Ophelin's records of Warcraft.

"Warcrafts were originally ordinary wild beasts in the Black Forest west of town, but now they're covered in horns of all kinds and are incredibly ferocious, hence the name 'Warcraft'. The mountain folk of this town call this phenomenon the 'Divine Punishment of the Antlered Goddess'..."

After reading this, Sharlelei searched through the memories of the original young lady. The continent's mainstream faith was the Seven Great Gods, one of whom was the Goddess of Light. The Deer Horn Goddess, however, was not among the Seven Great Gods and was likely an indigenous belief of the mountain people.

"According to church documents, demonic beasts have appeared for decades, but the earliest date is uncertain... Demonic beasts mostly appear at night after winter sets in. Their behavior is similar to that of ordinary wild beasts, and they can be driven away with fire. Under the protection of the city walls, townspeople occasionally kill them with spears, stones, and traps, burning their bodies on the spot..."

Flipping through the papers, Sharlelei quickly read the records from three years ago.

"In the 1470th year of the Far Journey calendar, on the night of the fifteenth day of the snowy month, four demonic beasts attacked. They were not afraid of fire. I killed one, and the other three fled..."

"In the year 1471 of the Far Path calendar, on the night of the 20th day of the Falling Leaf Moon, six demonic beasts attacked. I killed four, and two escaped..."

"In the year 1472 of the Far Path calendar, on the night of the sixth day of the Falling Leaf Moon, nine demonic beasts attacked... Kill all nine..."

"This year is... the year 1473 in the Far Journey calendar." After reading this, Sharlelei frowned and realized the seriousness of the matter - as time went on, the number of attacking monsters increased, they came earlier and earlier, and in the end they were not even afraid of fire.

Moreover, the number of casualties among the monsters increased, and in the end, all of them died under the wall. What does this mean? It's not that the townspeople have become stronger, nor that the monsters have become weaker. The only explanation is -

The monsters became more and more ferocious, even to the point of fighting to the death.

Salaret's heart sank.

At first, she thought that simply having Derek repair the wall would resolve the monster threat. But judging by the data, the monsters were growing in number and ferocity year by year, and it seemed they wouldn't be so easily resolved. So, did Derek understand the seriousness of this matter?

After thinking for a moment, Shailelei came to the conclusion that this grandson probably really didn't know.

The files contained first-hand information obtained from the mountain people. Judging from Derek's appearance, he probably didn't care about the life and death of the mountain people and didn't communicate with them, so naturally he couldn't get any information from them.

But if I talk to Derek about the threat of Warcraft at this point, he will probably backfire.

However, if my magic power becomes stronger and I can deal with him and completely control the entire lord's mansion, the situation will be different. At that time, I can mobilize the resources of the entire town to deal with this monster crisis.

Thinking of this, Sharlene realized once again how much she needed a new succubus and how much she needed to assimilate all the nuns of the church immediately to enhance her own magical power.

But if they wanted to control the church, Ophelin was definitely a hurdle they couldn't avoid. From the little nun's description, she was shrewd and intelligent, and held great prestige within the church. If they could control her, turning the entire church into a den of succubi would be a piece of cake.

The question then becomes, how to assimilate this head nun...

"Lady Saint, what are you thinking about?" Isadore adjusted her skirt, sat down next to Sallelei, and blinked. "Ah, I see. You want to make Sister Ophelin one of us, right?"

Sallelei was a little embarrassed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Because, because...becoming a succubus is a very good and happy thing!" Isadore waved her hands and said seriously, "After becoming a succubus, not only did I become prettier, but my legs were also healed! I want Sister Ophelin and everyone in the church to become succubi! But..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head in disappointment. "Sister Ophelin said that succubi are evil monsters. She probably wouldn't want to become one... If only I could make her understand that becoming a succubus can make the town a better place... Then she'd like Moon Spring Town..."

"Doesn't she like Yuequan Town?" Sharlelei keenly caught this message.

"I don't like it. Sister Ophelin always says this place is... uh... a remote and poor place..." Isadore nodded awkwardly. "She also writes letters frequently. I've sneaked a peek at her letters a few times, and they were all asking when she could return to Field..."

As expected...Shalelei couldn't help but smile. It was not Ophelin's intention to come to Yuequan Town. She was involved in some political struggle and was "demoted" here.

Weakness, isn't that it?

But what surprised her even more was Isadore's transformation. This little girl had already wholeheartedly accepted the idea of ​​succubus transformation, and even desperately wanted to turn others into succubi as well.

If this were to be put into the context of Little Yellow Oil, it would be pure evil|depravity... It seems that my words about "clearing this world in the way of Little Yellow Oil" have simply come true...

Sallelei couldn't help but look at Isadore's profile. At this moment, the little nun was still thinking in distress, her rosy lips slightly pouted, and her thin eyebrows wrinkled together. She still looked so innocent, but her bright red eyes added a touch of charm to her.

"Isadore," Sharlelei suddenly had an idea and raised her hand to touch the little succubus's hair. "When facing Derek, you didn't have time to use your power. Now... are you willing to help me?"

Isadore turned her head, her bright red eyes widening in surprise.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 11: The Head Nun's Dream (Part 1)

That night.

After writing the last stroke on the paper, Ophelin sighed, folded the letter, and turned to stare at the oil lamp on the table.

She vaguely remembered that when she was at Field Seminary, she used to write and study under the bright and soft magic lamp. But now, she was forced to come to this remote place and become a small nun.