Succubus cannot be a saint

"Think about it, my Sister-in-Law."

The Saint's voice echoed in her ears, and her fingers gently hooked the rope with ill intentions.

"Tell those innocent children that succubi aren't completely evil, but rather playful monsters that can both tease and help people... Also, tell them that love between women is legitimate and normal. Will that corrupt them? Perhaps, but we need more succubi, and we must do this..."

"Next, I will implement a general education program and establish a church choir. There, we will transform suitable girls into succubi. When these little succubi grow up, they will naturally become our succubus nuns. Even if a girl is unsuitable, in terms of cognition and concept, she will naturally be 'ours'..."

Bathed in the gentle whispers of the Saint, Ophelin felt her skin begin to burn, and a fire seemed to be burning deep in her abdomen. As if melted by the Saint's hoarse whispers, this scene naturally emerged in her mind:

In the spacious and bright church, dozens of girls stood together. The youngest among them was only eight or nine years old, and the oldest was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Each of them wore a snow-white shawl and knee-length skirt, with a golden silk scarf representing the goddess of light tied around their necks, and black round-toed leather shoes on their feet.

Each girl was as adorable as a little angel, the goddess's most exquisite creation. Their beautiful, tender faces were filled with solemn and holy smiles, and they sang ethereal and solemn songs under the guidance of the nuns.

But gradually, a hint of charm appeared on their angelic young faces, with pairs of small horns growing from their foreheads and black heart-shaped tails hanging from the hem of their skirts.

The ethereal and solemn singing gradually became gentle and gorgeous, and the originally holy little angels seemed to have turned into seductive witches in an instant.

Their faces were a mixture of childish innocence and the evil of a succubus, the two blending naturally together. Their pure youthfulness only made them appear even more alluring and charming...

Just thinking about the incomparable contrast and perversion of this scene, Opheline felt as if her heart was about to explode with excitement, and the burning heat deep in her lower abdomen spread to every part of her body. She trembled deeply because of this joyful and beautiful vision.

Staring at the deep purple eyes of the girl in front of her, Ophelin's knees couldn't help but go weak, and her voice almost became limp like mud.

"Yes... Saint Lady... Your will is my destiny..."

"Very good, my head sister..." Charlene gently released her fingers from the rope and carefully adjusted Ophelin's collar. "Go ahead. But be careful not to let the children reveal these things to their families. Tell my sisters that they can use charm on the children when necessary..."

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At the same time, outside the study door, a small figure was lying there, with its ears pressed tightly against the door. Naturally, any movement inside the door could not escape the little succubus's keen hearing.

Ever since she was taken out by Durenna not long ago, Isadore escaped the sight of the female knight, and immediately made a comeback, slipped back quietly, and began her eavesdropping career.

Although she couldn't see what was happening inside the room, the sound of the two people talking and Opheline's suddenly soft voice made the little nun's heart feel as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

The Saint... is doing this to another girl again. Although, although it's to the sister Ophelin whom I like, but... why can't I stop feeling this bitterness in my heart...?

And... that strange Miss Mirror, and Sister Durenna, Aunt Granny... No, it seems I should call her sister now...

Isadore, curled up outside the door, trembled slightly, her crimson eyes flickering with an eerie, moist light in the darkness. For some reason, a secret, dark throbbing began to spread within her, as if a thorn ball were rolling inside her heart, causing her heart to twist and ache.

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 120: The Succubus's Pre-War Mobilization

Although Sharlele appeared very calm in front of her succubi the night before, as if Baron Volo's army was nothing to be afraid of, Sharlele knew in her heart that this was not the case.

As a remote town, Moonspring only had a wall on its west side, near the Black Forest. Graystone was east of Moonspring, and Lord Volo's army would undoubtedly attack from the east, a direction undefended. Even within three days, Sharlelei couldn't build a wall as strong as the "Saint's Wall."

Although the one who wrote the declaration of war was Baron Volo, an old-fashioned noble who followed the rules of war in this era, the cultist Koresa who controlled him from behind the scenes might not abide by the stipulated time.

To sum up, what Sharlele has to face is no longer monsters that only appear at night and are blocked by walls, but an army commanded by a leader that may arrive at any time. She no longer has a dangerous place to defend and must fight in the field.

So no matter how much she looked down on Baron Volo on the surface, she had to be fully prepared to fight him.

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"My warriors, I'm sure Durenna has already told you about the declaration of war from Greystone Town."

The girl's sweet, melodious voice echoed across the training grounds. After learning the amplification magic from Miss Mirror, she finally didn't have to shout at the top of her lungs.

The guards of Yuequan Town were lined up in neat rows, standing as straight as trees, dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on the girl before them. The sun shone on their faces, but even so, they remained motionless, like frozen statues.

At the front of this neat square team was a girl wearing a loose nun's uniform.

The long, light flaxen hair under the headscarf fluttered gently in the wind. The girl lowered her eyes, and a hint of melancholy hung on her beautiful face. Her slender eyebrows were only slightly frowned, as if a dark cloud was pressing on her eyebrows, and also on the hearts of the guards.

Sharlelei did not tell her guards about the cultists. It was too complicated to explain in a few words, and the cultists themselves had no direct connection with her guards, so what she wanted to tell her guards was another matter.

"Baron Volo of Greystone is coming to attack us. He believes I'm not a saint, so he refuses to acknowledge my rule over Moonspring. He wants to reclaim my authority over Moonspring and restore everything to its original state. And I think... you all know that Baron Volo is Steward Derek's brother."

The girl opened her cherry lips slightly, and her soft voice was amplified by magic and clearly reached the ears of every guard.

The most important thing in this speech is the last sentence, "Baron Volo is Derek's brother."

What kind of person was Derek? The townspeople of Moon Spring Town, as well as the mountain dwellers, knew him all too well—he levied harsh and ruthless taxes, never giving a cent, and even added a "mountain dweller-prevention tax." Even his former private soldiers weren't exactly enjoying life under his command.

Gradually, without even needing to cast any charm, Sharlene's words had already aroused the emotions of the guards. Anger appeared on those simple faces. Everyone understood what kind of person Derek was, and how could his brother be any better?

Most importantly, if Baron Volo truly took back Moon Spring Town, what would their lives become? They had finally waited for the Saint Lady to arrive, reducing taxes, so everyone could fill their stomachs and even obtain their own land—although it hadn't been cultivated yet, it was still land, their own land!

Once Baron Volo arrives, will they be able to keep the land they have?

——Only by the side of the Saint can they maintain their current life.

Looking at the angry faces, Sharlene chuckled in her heart.

"My knight." She turned gracefully and walked towards the tall succubus knight standing beside her. Durenna immediately knelt on one knee, supporting herself with her fists. "Your servant is here."

"I think everyone has understood the seriousness of the situation. Just like when the monsters attacked, we still have to fight for our families and our hard-earned new lives. However, this time, we are not facing monsters, but the Baron's army."

"Yes, Saint Lady," Durenna said in a deep voice. She then stood up and looked at Salaret, hesitantly. She pursed her lips and said, "Saint Lady, this time... this time, could you please stay in the lord's mansion, away from the front lines..."

"Oh? Why is that?" Sharlelei glanced at her female knight with a smile, "Tell me the reason."

"...Because Baron Volo may not abide by... the 'Glory Covenant'..." Durenna stammered. When Sharlelei heard this term, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

She had read this term in the books left by old Lord Edgar.

The "Glory Covenant" is not a kingdom law written in black and white, but a kind of unspoken rule that is tacitly understood among the nobles of the Stag Kingdom.

Simply put, it is "in order to prevent the extinction of the descendants of any glorious surname", so nobles fight, but nobles are not killed.

In the Stag Kingdom, the noble families are so intertwined that if you dig out the family tree and rummage through it, you might find that everyone has the same ancestor, even going back several or even dozens of generations...

Therefore, when nobles fought against each other, the only casualties were private soldiers and peasants. At most, they would capture the opposing commander and take him to their own castle, where he would be comfortably served for a few days and then released after a ransom was extorted.

Of course, there is nothing we can do about the accidental death; we can only blame it on his bad luck.

"Why? You mean he would kill me without hesitation?" As soon as she asked this question, Sharlele realized, "Oh... I see, because it wasn't really Baron Volo who was driving this conflict, but that cultist..."

When cultists fight, they naturally don't care about these unspoken rules of the nobles.

"Yes, and as far as I know, Baron Volo and his son should also be extraordinary warriors." Durenna frowned at this point. "Although they are only extraordinary warriors powered by magic potions and have not even received a title from the military or the Temple of War, they are still extraordinary powers after all..."

What's more, there is a cultist behind the other party whose supernatural powers are unknown.

But to Durenna's surprise, her own Saint Lady simply smiled and said, "No need."

"You...you still want to go to the front line? Those two extraordinary warriors of the Volo family--" Durenna was suddenly shocked. She took a step forward and was about to persuade the Saint to return to the Lord's Mansion for shelter when a snow-white little hand patted her arm.

"Are those two mediocre extraordinary warriors more extraordinary than the catapult magic crossbow?"

In a flash, Durenna met a pair of smiling purple eyes and froze in her tracks. She didn't know the true strength of Baron Volo and his son, but she knew all too well the power of the Saint's magic crossbow.

"Besides, you should be stronger than those two...right, my knight?"

The next moment, the index finger of that little hand gently traced her arm and poked her lightly below the collarbone. Durenna was startled, and she felt a surge of heat spreading in her heart.

"Yes, Durenna will not fail in her mission!"

The Succubus Knight stood up straight suddenly, hit her left chest with her right fist, and a hint of excitement and bloodthirsty red light flashed in her blue eyes.

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 121: Baron Volo's Army

As Sharlele expected, two days after the arrow letter was delivered to Greystone Town, her scouts deployed on the east side of Moonspring Town saw traces of Baron Volo's army.

——It’s one day earlier than the agreed time. That cultist really didn’t intend to keep his promise.

In the afternoon of that day, a group of people appeared in the distance on a country road on the east side of Yuequan Town. A flag with the Volo family crest fluttered in the wind above them. Under the flag were more than a dozen cavalrymen, each wearing sturdy chain mail and with swords at their waists. They gleamed silver in the sunlight and looked very energetic.

Behind this group of cavalry were about forty ordinary soldiers wearing leather armor and robes, holding spears and leather round shields, and wearing swords at their waists.

Further back were about fifty or sixty conscripted peasant soldiers armed with crude spears, maces, and even pitchforks. They were arranged in a sparse "heap" and from a distance looked like worms wriggling on a country road.

They were all farmers from Graystone Town serving in the military. They were equipped with only simple thick cloth armor, and all of them had pale faces, forming a sharp contrast with the dazzling cavalry at the front of the team.

Several cavalrymen rode back and forth around the column, shouting at the conscripts and urging them to "crawl" with difficulty on the country road.

In front of the gate of Yuequan Town is a flat field with almost no strategic location to defend. The cavalrymen walking at the front of the team only need to look up to see the smoke rising from the cooking stoves and the shadowy houses in the distance.

"Father, the town ahead is Yuequan Town where the 'Saint' is."

With the sound of rapid horse hooves, a horse came galloping up from the end of the conscripted troops. The knight on the horse raised his mask, revealing the face of a young man who had just grown a beard.

"Yes," answered a thin-faced middle-aged man. His armor was more ornate than the other cavalrymen's, decorated with ribbons and feathers, making him look like a gorgeous parrot.

If any citizen of Yuequan Town were here now, they would immediately shout out the name "Derek" - he and the town's former steward Derek are so similar that they seem to be cast in the same mold.

Compared to his brother, Baron Volo looked more majestic, with more wrinkles on his forehead. He raised his head and looked ahead, letting out a dark sneer.

"It seems these cult rebels are already prepared. Didn't that saint run away? She's so brave..."

Just as he'd said, a row of spiked barricades had been erected on the path leading to Yuequan Town and the wilderness on either side. Two rows of militiamen armed with crossbows were also lined up in front of the town gate. Behind the militiamen were two piles of rag-covered objects, and no one knew what they were.

But Baron Volo paid them no mind. They were just a bunch of peasants, what kind of trouble could they possibly cause? His gaze slowly swept around, landing on a slender, silver figure gleaming behind the crossbowmen.

The girl had a slender and upright figure, as dazzling as a swan among a flock of ducks. Baron Volo narrowed his eyes and sneered grimly.

"Durenna Ethel... I guessed she had also betrayed and turned to that despicable and deceitful Saint. Ms. Kressa is right. If she hadn't betrayed me, nothing would have happened to my brother."

"Shall we attack, father? Our extraordinary people outnumber them, no less than theirs, there is no reason for us to fail!" Baron Volo's son showed an eager smile and kept stroking the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"No rush, Sean. Let's follow the old rules and send someone to read the declaration of war." Baron Volo shook his head. Sean Volo received the order and left. Soon a soldier came to the chevaux de frise, unfolded a scroll, and began to stretch his neck and shout.

"Listen up, traitors of Moon Spring—"

But the next moment, a crossbow arrow brushed past his body and fell to the ground, instantly interrupting his "speech" and sending him fleeing back like a flash.

——The "traitor" was not interested in listening to Baron Volo's nonsense.

However, due to the long distance, neither Baron Volo nor the soldier could see clearly how the crossbow arrow was shot, nor did they notice the flashing blue light on the crossbow.

"Regroup and prepare to attack."

Seeing this, Baron Volo lost interest in dealing with the red tape and gave an order coldly.

The cavalrymen around him immediately began to act, passing down the general's orders layer by layer. The cavalrymen urged the conscripts to slowly move to the front of the team, ready to serve as sacrifices in close combat with the enemy.

The private soldiers formed a phalanx in the rear, responsible for launching a second wave of attack after the conscripts were defeated. The cavalry led by Baron Volo were at the end, ready to rush in and mow down the enemy once the formation collapsed.

In their view, taking Yuequan Town was a piece of cake. The enemy only had crossbowmen and no melee units. They only needed to use their peasants to consume the first two bursts of crossbow bolts, and then wait for the private soldiers to pounce while the bolts were being drawn, and victory would be assured.

As for the extraordinary warrior Durenna, Baron Volo and his son fought a righteous two-on-one battle.

At that moment, Shalelei arrived beside Durenna. The Succubus Knight immediately wanted to kneel down and salute, "Lady Saint."

"No need." Shalelei waved her hand gently, looking blankly at the enemy troops "squirming" not far away. "Uh...are we just going to watch them reorganize their formation?"

"Generally speaking, yes." Durenna also looked awkward. "According to the custom of noble wars, both sides first read the declaration of war and condemn each other. Sometimes, when the mood is high, they will send two knights out for a single duel... Finally, they reorganize their formation and charge each other with real weapons... Oh, we've interrupted the reading of the declaration of war."

Sharlelei rolled her eyes. If she had enough infantry and cavalry right now, she would definitely rush forward while the enemy was regrouping and interrupt their spellcasting.

But unfortunately, there was a huge gap in the strength of the enemy and her own troops. She did not dare to rashly send her precious guards into the melee battlefield and could only wait for the enemy to come to her.

"Is this a war between nobles? It's like a child playing house... except the blood of commoners is used as toys."

Looking at the knights in the distance who were constantly ordering the conscripts and urging them to form a formation, Sharlene's eyes became colder, and a layer of frost covered her pretty face.

On the other side, Baron Volo sneered as he looked at the crossbowmen forming a line at the town gate from afar.

"It seems that the 'Saint' isn't hopelessly stupid. She even knew to use my foolish brother's crossbow. But she didn't even think about why I was so confident in giving him so many crossbows."

"Please give the order, father!" His son Sean rode up to him. The young man had lowered his mask, and excitement was evident in his muffled voice. "Their crossbows can only fire two rounds at most. While they're reloading, we can rush in their faces and flatten this town!"

A sadistic smile appeared on Baron Volo's gloomy face. He put on his helmet, and the solid steel covered his thin and hard face like a rock. Only a cold and hoarse voice could be heard.

"Pass my order, charge the entire army."

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