Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 113: Deer Horn Goddess

It was already morning two days later when Sharlene woke up from her coma.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she sat up immediately and shouted without thinking: "Warcraft, what's wrong with Warcraft?"

Her shout and question spread throughout the room, and soon there was a flurry of footsteps running towards them. The first person to open the door was Isadore. The little nun, her hands wrapped in gauze bandages, rushed in crying and bumped into Sallelei.

But at the last moment, he thought of the Saint Lady who had just recovered from her injury and could not withstand his iron headbutt, so he hurriedly stopped and banged his head on the edge of the bed with a thud. He covered his head with his two bandaged hands, and raised his head from the bed with tears in his eyes and stammered.

Then Durenna and Opheline stepped in. They had no intention of hiding their succubus features at this moment. Their two pairs of red eyes were filled with tears as they came to Sharlene from the left and right.

After that, it was Granny and the succubus nuns. Suddenly, a dozen succubi surrounded her bed, making it impossible to get out. Durenna was covered in bandages, her face covered in gauze. As for the civilian succubi like Ophelin and Granny, they were unharmed because they hadn't been on the front lines.

"Lady Saint, Lady Saint, you are finally...finally awake, finally awake!" Isadore could no longer bear it and threw herself beside Salaret, wailing loudly.

"Lady Saint, I saw it all from beneath the wall... I saw it all. You must be the Saint chosen by the Goddess herself... That kind of miracle, that kind of miracle... Even the Archbishop of Field Territory probably couldn't perform it!"

Without waiting for Durenna to speak, Ophelin took the lead and held Salares' hand, pressing the soft little hand against her forehead, crying inconsolably.

"Reporting to Her Majesty," Durenna said softly, tapping her left chest with her right fist. "The battle situation two days ago... eight people were slightly injured, three were seriously injured, two were blinded in one eye, three suffered facial burns, and one lost his left foot."

As she spoke, she bit her lip and glanced at Isadore. "...Isadore's healing technique can't regenerate severed limbs, nor can it restore sight to the blind, so..."

With one hand held in Isadore's arms and the other hand held in front of her forehead by Ophelin, Shalelei listened to Durenna's report and sighed silently.

"Really...someone was seriously injured, or even disabled..."

"But they... all survived!"

After a moment, Durenna trembled and said, tears welling in the eyes of the succubus knight, "...but they all survived! After you took over the town, no one died at the hands of monsters, and no one froze to death in this winter... Lady Saint! It was you who kept them alive!"

"Please don't blame yourself, Saint..." Ophelin squeezed Sharlene's hand, gazing at her through tearful eyes. "Those magical beasts...those monsters, not even Baron Volo's army could stop them! But for the past two months, you've led us, and the entire population of Moon Spring Town, to accomplish this!"

Having said this, the head succubus nun sobbed and could not utter a word.

At that time, she saw it clearly from below the wall. The giant spider was huge in size, with a hard shell. Its height alone was taller than the wall of Yuequan Town. Judging from the power of its attack, even Durenna in her prime might not be able to defeat it.

If there were no Wall of Light from the Saint, it alone could easily cross the wall and enter Yuequan Town.

But, in the end, it was unable to cross that magnificent wall of light.

He led dozens of ordinary people to face a monster equivalent to a super warrior, and no less than hundreds of mutated monsters, but no one died.

In Ophelin's opinion, even if the "Feather of Light" Knights of Lord Field were dispatched, with the knights' strong armor and sharp swords, one or two people would probably be killed.

But the Saint in front of her did it with a group of militiamen who had just been trained for two months.

If this isn’t a miracle, then what is?

Moreover, this is a "miracle" created by their succubus - monsters!

Before Salleh could speak, a hurried and noisy sound of footsteps was heard outside the door, and Carol shouted, "Don't run, don't run!"

Seeing this, the succubus nuns quickly put away their horns and tails one by one, pretending nothing had happened, then opened the door, and then a group of children in simple clothes rushed in.

The oldest of these children was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and the youngest was no more than three or four years old. There were many dark-skinned little faces among them, including both people from the kingdom and mountain people.

These are the children of commoners who live in the manor houses and churches to avoid the cold winter.

"Lady Saint...are you awake?" asked a little mountain girl who was leading the group timidly.

"I'm awake. What's up?" Charlotte said softly. The leading children looked at each other, timidly produced a straw ring with a few small flowers on it, and inched their way to Charlotte's window, their faces filled with hope and anticipation.

Sharlele smiled slightly and leaned over. The children's eyes immediately lit up, and their little hands reached out, holding the grass ring and gently placing it on the girl's thick, soft, light flaxen hair.

"Thank you, Saint. Mom and Dad both say that you saved the town and helped everyone... We... We all saw it. The light two days ago. Everyone in the town saw it... Everyone said it was a miracle you performed, a miracle you showed us..."

"Lady Saint, my father...my father wanted me to thank you in person! He also said that losing a leg was nothing. He never thought he could return from the Black Forest...It was all thanks to you that he was able to save his life from the monster's jaws!"

"I told my mother that when I grow up, I want to be a nun of the Saint Lady!"

"...Then I'll be a guard!"

The children gathered in front of Charlene's window, chatting one after another, their little faces filled with innocent joy and gratitude.

Durenna stood behind the children, looking at the girl surrounded by them. A smile appeared on her face covered with gauze. She touched her chest with her hand and said softly:

"...Lady Saint, no magical beasts have appeared in the past two days."

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In the afternoon, on the west wall of the town.

After the great battle two days ago, the corpses of monsters covered the ground. Without waiting for Sharlele's order, the mountain people spontaneously organized and gathered together, collected the corpses of the monsters, skinned them, removed their bones, picked up their horns, and piled them into a pile.

The giant spider's corpse, its silk having lost its stickiness, fell to the ground. The villagers cut open its belly and pulled out a huge silk sac. They also collected the large pieces of white silk that remained on the city wall and piled them together for future use.

After Sharlelei recovered a little, she began to deal with the issue of rewarding the guards. She first distributed a piece of land outside the town to each guard, each militiaman, including the mountain hunters who participated in the battle, and wrote a land deed in black and white and handed it to them.

As for the wounded soldiers with eye problems, each received an additional piece of land and a monthly pension. The three hunters who had entered the Black Forest for reconnaissance naturally received even more generous rewards.

After everything was done, Durenna told the story of her group's exploration and reconnaissance in the Black Forest. After everything was settled the next day, Sharlene was escorted by a group of guards into the Black Forest.

Although it is called the "Black" Forest, the forest outside Yuequan Town is not very dark. Under the morning sunlight, the forest is filled with a light mist, the ground is full of traces left by animals, and the air is filled with a faint fishy smell.

"Three days ago, when I entered the forest with the mountain folk, I was surprised to find that there were no magical beasts to be seen during the day, but only some ordinary wild beasts."

Walking in the forest, one foot deep and one foot shallow, Durenna supported Salares while recounting what happened a few days ago. Although she spoke calmly, Salares could imagine how dangerous the situation was.

At this time, the gauze on Durenna's face had been removed. Under the dual effects of divine healing and the succubus's physique, the scars on her face caused by the spider venom were gone without a trace, and her skin was as smooth and delicate as new.

"But by evening, we discovered that many animals were heading in the same direction, and different species did not attack each other. That's when I realized that your suspicions were correct, Saint Lady."

"Once animals are transformed into magical beasts, they can't survive for long, and it's impossible for magical beasts to reproduce with each other. Therefore, there must be a 'place' that continuously transforms ordinary animals into magical beasts."

"At night, magical beasts kept rushing out of the forest. We could only fight and hide at the same time. And so, in the early morning of the next day, we finally found that 'place'."

In the afternoon, Durenna, Isadore and a team of guards armed with catapult magic crossbows brought Shalelei and Granny to a deep cave.

Originally, Sharlele had not planned to bring Granny with her, but as the high priestess of the mountain people, this brown-skinned succubus insisted on coming to see it with her own eyes. Sharlele could not persuade her, so she brought her with her.

The cave was dark and gloomy. The guards raised their torches to illuminate the darkness and then gasped.

The cave was filled with steam, and a spring gurgled out from it, gathering into a pool of water. The mountain walls were covered with patches of pitch-black flesh membranes, which seemed to be alive and pulsating slightly.

Near the edge of the pool lay dozens of translucent black eggs of varying sizes. Everyone could see clearly that the eggs contained deer, badgers, squirrels, and other wild animals. Their skin had already been torn and flesh exposed, their bodies pierced with dense horns.

——There is no doubt that this cave is where the monsters are "hatched".

Suddenly, there were gasps, and the guards retreated in terror, their faces pale. Even Charlene's stomach churned.

"Then... we saw the entire process of animals drinking the water from this pond and transforming into monsters. And that giant spider was lying in this pond. We accidentally startled it... and that led to the scene three days ago."

Seeing this scene, even the most slow-witted soldier realized that these flesh membranes covering the mountain walls were the culprits of the animals' transformation into monsters.

Durenna walked slowly along the edge of the pool, holding up her torch to illuminate the center. A thick tree root protruding from the water gradually emerged from the shadows.

When it was completely illuminated, Durenna exclaimed "Huh!", while Granny gasped and fell to her knees on the ground, ignoring the wet soil!

Because the root of the tree happened to be vaguely shaped like a stag!

Upon seeing the deer-shaped tree root, a flash of enlightenment flashed through Shalelei's mind. Combined with the horns on the magical beast, the reason for the strange shape of this tree root was immediately clear.

At the same time, Granny's trembling voice sounded in the darkness.

"Deer Horn Goddess, this is... a sign of the Deer Horn Goddess appearing..."

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At the same time, in another dim room.

The girl sat in a wheelchair, leaning over a desk covered with scrolls.

"Modular rune structures... centralized mana supply, a large arcane hub... No, even if this problem could be solved, it wouldn't be possible without enough operators. How could there be so many mages, even if they were just apprentices..."

"Mother Gelley, you really left me a good topic..."

At this moment, a pleasant bell suddenly rang. The girl immediately dropped her pen and coughed lightly, but her voice immediately became extremely old and low, like an old man: "Who is it?"

"How are you, Master Mage?" a polite middle-aged male voice said. "I am the Lord's steward. He recently acquired a batch of high-quality herbal teas, and I've sent some up for you. I hope you'll accept them."

"...I understand. I will send my familiar to get it. Thank you, Lord, for me." The girl was silent for a moment and answered in the voice of an old man.

"My pleasure, Master."

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Good evening!

The first volume is finally finished, woohoo!

(Rolling around like crazy)

I hope everyone can give more suggestions in the comment section, because the posts may be refreshed too quickly and cannot be seen...

Then we’ll see you in the postscript at the end of this volume!

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Volume 1 Postscript + Reward (300,000 words! Subscribe!)

Dear readers, long time no see.

It has been a long time since I last wrote a postscript at the end of a volume.

When I decided to write this new book, several of my friends said that I was almost becoming a professional succubus.

How should I put it? I might be a professional succubus actor, but it’s unlikely that I’m a professional succubus actor.

As always, a lot of things happened while I was writing this book. But I can be sure that I won't be like the last book, where I couldn't sleep and pounded the bed to get up and reset the first volume. I hope I can keep moving forward.

Anyway, thank you for reading this postscript. Next are some random thoughts about Volume 2.

In the new volume, my favorite tsundere little wizard will appear, and Isadore's gravity will also increase little by little. As for Salare's former lover, he will also appear later.

I have never been good at controlling the rhythm, but I am somewhat aware that the rhythm of the first volume is a bit slow and will be accelerated appropriately in the second volume.

Finally, here's the bounty announcement. Starting at 0:00 on January 16th, there's no set deadline. Every 100 monthly tickets/100 blades (or equivalent) counts as one chapter (2000 words), capped at 30 chapters. Additional chapters will be added within February, based on full attendance.

I hope everyone can support me and let me release all the manuscripts I have in my hand. In addition, although it is unlikely... please don't throw the treasure box, it will directly destroy my subscription ratio...

Ah, I don’t think it would be better if you spent that much money on yourselves!

Although I don't know if I can fill the upper limit, but even if I can't, I will swallow this humiliation and write silently with tears in my eyes, wuwu...

That's it then, see you in volume two.

Volume 2: The Sacred Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 114: The Sacred Land of the Antler Goddess

With a thud, the brown-skinned woman knelt on the ground tremblingly, not caring at all about the dampness and dirtiness of the ground, and not even caring about her robe touching the wet soil soaked with the mucus of meat and eggs.

At this moment, in Granny's eyes, the stag-shaped tree roots rising from the pool were surrounded by a faint light, and countless animal spirits swirled and gathered around it. The breath it exuded was extremely familiar, so intimate that it almost made her cry.

That was clearly the aura of the Antler Goddess. As a priestess of the goddess, Granny was 100% certain that she would not be mistaken.

However, the goddess's breath was mixed with a disgusting foreign feeling, like bringing a rotten and smelly fish into a room full of fragrant flowers, which seemed particularly pungent.

The source of the strange smell is undoubtedly the black membrane attached to the surrounding mountain walls.

In almost an instant, Granny understood it all almost intuitively.

The goddess did not leave completely, but fell asleep in the forest, fighting against an unknown evil force, the black flesh membrane.

The black membrane infected the animals, creating monsters, and the goddess made the horns pierce the monsters' bodies, hindering their movement.

For decades, the mountain people believed that "the goddess had left completely" and that the monsters were the goddess' punishment for mortals. They were immersed in sorrow and sin, unable to extricate themselves.

——Until the pagan saint solved all the mysteries. Not only that, she also witnessed it all with her own eyes.

The Saint was right. Not only had the Deer Horn Goddess never left, she had even been protecting the mountain people in her own way.

Looking at the tree roots in the pool, Granny trembled and bent down, pressing her smooth forehead to the moist soil. She remained in this prone position, crying silently, and her tears flowed down bit by bit, dripping into the soil.

"...Deer Horned Goddess?"

Sharlelei repeated in a low voice, her delicate eyebrows gradually wrinkled, and she subconsciously looked at Durenna. Her purple eyes glanced at her gently, as if blaming her knight for not reporting in full.

"Saint, Lady Saint, please listen to my explanation..." Durenna's fair forehead was slightly sweaty. Although she knew that her Lady Saint was always tolerant and gentle and would not really blame her, the Succubus Knight's heartstrings suddenly tightened when she saw her Saint Saint like that, and she couldn't even speak clearly.

"When we came here a few days ago, we hadn't seen this... tree root. There was a big black ball of flesh in the middle of the pool, so..."

Seeing Durenna's flustered and incoherent appearance, Sharlele couldn't help but burst out laughing, winked at her deliberately, walked past the female knight with a gust of fragrant wind, and lightly helped Granny up.

Looking at the priestess's light brown face covered with tears, Sharlene rummaged for her handkerchief, but found nothing.

What's going on? Why does this handkerchief appear sometimes and disappear sometimes...