Succubus cannot be a saint

“Ah… ...

The heir of the Volo family suddenly let out a howl of terror, and in full view of everyone, he did something that could be said to be unchivalrous - he dropped his weapon and turned around and ran away.

His combat boots splattered a trail of blood in the mud mixed with blood. Sean Warlow stumbled among the corpses, taking one deep step and one shallow step. He was almost tripped by the bodies of his comrades several times, but he still struggled to stand up on the dirty ground and ran madly along the way he came.

A faint white light flowed over his body. Although he was wearing heavy armor, he ran as if he was light as a feather. This extraordinary warrior used all his strength to escape, and under the gaze of dozens of eyes, he ran away in a flash.

Even Durenna, who had just walked out with a sword in hand, was stunned for a moment.

Just now, Isadore's crossbow had successfully hit the target, sending Sean Vorro flying. The female knight had already prepared herself mentally for Sean Vorro to become furious and rush forward regardless of the consequences.

You know, even a super warrior who is drugged up is still a super warrior.

Their protective magic combined with their armor can effectively block arrows. The fact that the catapult magic crossbow fired multiple volleys without causing fatal injuries to the father and son is the best evidence.

Once this extraordinary warrior rushed close, the crossbowmen would be absolutely unable to resist. Therefore, Durenna decided to attack the enemy.

But this guy was completely frightened under the gaze of so many eyes... and ran away.

To be honest, with the skills of a super warrior, if Sean Vorro was determined to escape, neither the catapult magic crossbow nor Durenna would be able to do anything to him for a while.

Looking at the young nobleman running away like a stray dog, Durenna suddenly felt a sense of humor.

"No need to chase."

The girl's soft voice came to her ears, and Durenna turned around and bowed reflexively, "Lady Saint."

Salaret walked forward and looked at the mess in front of her.

Originally, the entrance to Yuequan Town was a winding country dirt road, with endless wilderness on both sides.

But now, the path was filled with corpses, human, horse, some wearing armor, some holding spears, and some wrapped in coarse clothes and covered in dust.

Blood flowed out from under the corpses, mixing with the soil to form a dark red mud. The pungent smell of blood swirled in the air, making her feel slightly nauseous.

In the wilderness not far away, there were still conscripts fleeing in all directions. The farmers were stumbling as they ran, sometimes tripping over rocks, sometimes falling to the ground due to exhaustion.

But they still struggled, stumbled to their feet, and continued to run away, even though they didn't know where to escape to.

This is war - no, it's not even a war, it's just a small armed conflict at most.

Even though the lethality of the catapult magic crossbow was verified, even though the attack on Greystone Town was repelled, and even Baron Volo was killed directly on the spot, Sharlelei felt heavy in her heart, indescribably heavy and uncomfortable.

They clearly won, but the ones who suffered the most bloodshed were these innocent civilians.

She lowered her head, looked at the corpse of a conscript at her feet, slowly lowered her head, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and began to pray silently - perhaps, this was the first time she sincerely prayed to the Goddess of Light since she came to this world.

Gradually, Durenna and Isadore joined her, standing beside her, bowing their heads in prayer. Then, one by one, the crossbowmen laid down their weapons, knelt on one knee, and silently prayed together, facing the devastated battlefield and the backs of the conscripts fleeing into the wilderness.

On this battlefield, where everything was silent and blood flowed, only the sharp wooden stake that had been stuck into Baron Volo's body still stood upright, like a funny and ironic tombstone.

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 125: The Little Succubus on the Battlefield (Updated)

The battle is over.

Under Durenna's command, the guards of Moon Spring Town began to clean up the battlefield.

Even now, the guards were still dazed. They couldn't believe that they had completely wiped out the Baron's army.

You know, the army Baron Volo brought with him totaled about a hundred people, and their number was only half of the enemy's, or even less.

Protecting one's family and hometown from the claws of monsters and resisting the lord for one's family, in Sharlele's view, killing is killing, killing monsters is killing, there is really no difference.

But to the townspeople who were accustomed to the rule of lords and nobles, it was a world of difference.

They still couldn't believe that they had actually shot down those knights and their horses with the crossbows in their hands.

And they themselves did not have any casualties, not even any injuries. This was no longer just annihilating the enemy without loss, but truly annihilating the enemy without injury!

But even in this dazed state, they instinctively followed Durenna and Shalelei's orders, dragging the wounded who had survived from the pile of corpses. Then, a golden holy light shone brightly, and under the healing light of Shalelei and Isadore, the wounded began to heal rapidly.

No one asked the Saint why she wanted to save the enemies. The guards of Yuequan Town just silently sent those poor creatures who were still breathing to her side, as if this was the most normal thing.

Looking at the conscripts shrouded in light, the eyes of the Yuequan Town guards couldn't help but become moist, and some even began to sob softly.

They seemed to see reflections of their past selves in the conscripts being driven onto the battlefield. If it weren't for the Saint, they would have ended up like that, and never would have been able to wield the latest magical weapons, wear tough leather armor, and even—possess their own merits and lands.

At this moment, these future soldiers of the "Holy Lady Army" sincerely hope that their brothers who have suffered under Baron Volo can join the Holy Lady and fight for a better life.

As messengers rushed into the town one after another, militiamen carrying stretchers arrived at the battlefield in an orderly manner, carrying the wounded back into the town. Another group of militiamen began to pick up arrows, weapons, and armor on the ground, and piled up the bodies and moved them away for burial.

"Lady Saint, what should we do with the conscripts who have fled into the wilderness?"

Everything was going on in an orderly manner. Durenna looked at the smoke rising not far away, then turned and came to Sharlele.

This "Lady Saint" had just finished treating the last wounded soldier. A few strands of light flaxen hair were stuck to her smooth white forehead by the sweet sweat. Her sleeves were tucked up to her elbows, and her slender arms and hands were stained with blood and dust. There was a hint of fatigue on her pretty face.

She stood on the devastated battlefield, surrounded by simple stretchers and wounded soldiers lying on them. Simple bandages wrapped around the scarred bodies, sawed-off arrows and dug-out arrowheads scattered across the ground, and even her skirt was stained with filth.

She was definitely not a spotless angel. But even so, her face, tinged with a hint of fatigue and a touch of sadness, seemed even more holy.

"Send someone after them." Hearing the female knight's question, Sharlene's brows furrowed slightly. But after giving the order, she quickly stopped Durenna, who was about to leave. "Don't send militiamen to chase them. Let ordinary farmers go. Don't bring weapons."

"Let the farmers go? Without weapons?" Durenna turned around, somewhat puzzled.

"That's right. Don't bring weapons. If possible, bring some food." Sharlelei repeated firmly. Looking at the female knight's confused face, she smiled tiredly. "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just do as I say, and you will understand."

Durenna bit her lip slightly, but nodded, bowed, and turned to leave. Salares looked back at her, then cast her gaze toward the distant wilderness on either side, sighing softly. Then, she pulled a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the sweat and stains from her face.

But at this moment, Isadore rushed over, snatched the handkerchief from her hand in a panic, stuffed it into her arms, and took out another handkerchief and stuffed it into her hand.

"Use... use this! Sasha...Lady Saint!" The little succubus waved her two little hands, her big watery eyes blinking, and she tried hard to force out a flattering smile.

"Oh? Are you thinking of something weird?" Sharlelei rolled her eyes and teased her habitually, deliberately rubbing a piece of dust on the tip of the little succubus's white nose.

Isadore's cheeks flushed bright red, and she raised her little paw to pat her hand, "No... How could that be! You're too suspicious, Saint!"

After scratching the little succubus's nose twice, Sallelei pinched her soft little face and then let go contentedly. As for Isadore's tricks... this little thing couldn't possibly have any tricks.

Thinking of this, Sallelei wiped the sweat from her forehead with the handkerchief Isadore gave her and threw herself into her work again. Isadore ran away with a red face, loosening her clenched hands and revealing Sallelei's handkerchief.

On the messy battlefield, the little succubus secretly put the handkerchief to her nose, took a deep breath, and let the unique sweet girl's body fragrance on the handkerchief flow into her body.

"Ah... That was a close call. The Saint's scent was almost tainted..."

It was as if her entire brain was immersed in the body fragrance of Charlotte, and Isadore's little face flushed with intoxication and trance. She swayed her whole body as if she was drunk, and even her succubus tail grew out of her little butt without her noticing, swaying around in her skirt, pushing the hem of her skirt into a moving bulge.

Just like that, Isadore hid in a corner of the battlefield where no one paid attention. In that small corner where no one could see her, she clutched Salares' handkerchief and quietly...

...having a great time.

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Later that day, all the farmers that Durenna had sent to chase the conscripts returned. To the knight's surprise, just as Sharlele had said, these farmers had brought back almost all the fleeing conscripts from Greystone.

It was not until then that Durenna fully reacted - she viewed these conscripts from the perspective of a military general. To her, they were deserters, so she sent guards to search for them according to her inherent thinking.

However, the Saint Lady put herself in the perspective of the conscripts themselves - they were not soldiers at all, but peasants who were forced to fight in the war.

How could they trust the soldiers of the enemy camp when they were so frightened and fleeing in all directions?

But what if the person calling them in the wilderness with a familiar rural accent is a farmer like them, and even holding precious food in his hands?

Even if they knew it was a trap, the conscripts, who had already lost their minds, would jump in without hesitation.

It was for this reason that Sharlele didn't have to spend much effort to subdue and appease these conscripted soldiers who were grateful to her, and settled them in Yuequan Town.

Only then did the battle with Baron Volo truly come to an end.

What Sharlelei needs to do next is to strike while the iron is hot and take over Graystone Town in one fell swoop.

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 126: Expedition to Greystone Town

One day later, in Greystone Town, inside the castle of the Volo family.

"boom!"

There was a deafening bang, and the dust on the roof fell straight down. Even the small bottle in the woman's hand fell to the ground and shattered with a bang, and the dark green liquid inside flowed out.

Faced with the sudden loud noise, the woman turned her head abruptly. A brown robe bound her body, and under her neck-length black hair was a round face.

She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with pretty features and slightly drooping eyes, which made her look particularly friendly and approachable.

But now, this friendly face was twisted into a hideous shape, filled with anger. On the table in front of her were many bottles and jars filled with potions of various colors, and the pungent aroma of herbs filled the room.

"-How many times have I told you, Sean Warlow! Knock before entering my room! Knock! Knock-the-door!" The woman screamed hysterically like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and the only answer she got was a dull thud.

Sean Warlow, whose name she called, knelt down at the door. His helmet was gone, and his young face, which had just grown a beard, was pale.

Tears, sweat, snot mixed with dust formed a mess on his face. His hands were twisted together and trembling constantly. The feather decoration on his armor was incomplete, and even one of his boots was missing. He looked like a miserable stray dog.

"Miss Ko-Koresa!"

The heir of the Volo family placed his hands on the floor, sweat dripping down his cheeks one by one and onto the ground. He raised his bloodshot eyes with trembling hands and looked at the shocked woman in front of him.

"My father... my father! My father!..."

Sean Warlow gasped violently, his words coming out of his mouth intermittently, unable to form a complete sentence. Finally, he fell to the ground and burst into a hysterical cry.

“…My dad is dead!”

Faced with this scene, Greystone Town's herbalist, Coresa, was also at a loss for a while.

Like Sean Warlo on the battlefield at the time, Coresa also couldn't understand what had happened in just a few days.

Not long ago, she realized that there was a problem with the "connection node" between Derek and Sally, so she persuaded Baron Volo to send several envoys to check it out, and inserted a spy she bribed into the envoy team.

But the news brought by the messenger was a little beyond her expectations - needless to say, Sally's illness was very serious, and even with her medicine, she could die at any time. Coresa did not take it seriously.

As for Derek's "connection problem," it was due to a serious illness. As if that weren't enough, to her amusement, the messengers all broke their legs and were forced to remain in Moon Spring Town for a while.

However, the contents of the letters sent by the messenger and the secret agent were roughly consistent. In addition, Coresa had to deal with the old wizard in Graystone Town at that time, so she did not take it too seriously. She just cursed the mountain people in her heart for being cowards who didn't even dare to use the medicine she gave them.

Until the arrival of the Frost Moon, the team of messengers did not return to Greystone Town, and the two nodes, Derek and Sally, remained in a strange state - very dim, but not completely extinguished.

As Kressa's doubts grew, some strange rumors reached her ears - a saint blessed by the Goddess of Light appeared in Yuequan Town, who was able to perform miracles and had led the townspeople to repel the monsters.

...The Saint? When did that happen? Why didn't the messenger mention it in the message he sent back?

Only then did Kressa realize that the message the messenger had given her was false. It was all the work of that "saint."

She was furious and had clearly ordered Baron Volo to lead his army to attack Moon Spring Town, but why did only a disheveled Sean Volo return?!

Great Lord of Dreams, did Baron Volo and his army all die in that remote town?

It was not until she heard Sean Warlow sobbing and describing what had happened in the past few days that Coresa came back to her senses and felt that her worldview had been shattered.

——Baron Volo and his army really all died in that desolate little place.

Could it be that there really was a saint bestowed by the Goddess of Light there?

"Their...their crossbows are like the devil's weapons!"

When Sean Warlow said this, his whole face was distorted with fear.

"It has no bowstring, no... no pedals, so there's no need to string it. Just put the arrow on it and you can... you can shoot it..."

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At the same time, on the road to Greystone Town, about thirty soldiers wearing leather armor were lined up neatly in a row. In the center of the row were carriages carrying supplies and crossbows, as well as militiamen escorting the carriages.

"I still need to improve the catapult magic crossbow."

Riding at the front of the group, Durenna suddenly heard the Saint Lady say this behind her. She wanted to turn back, but she forcibly suppressed the urge.

The reason is very simple, because the Saint Lady is indeed "behind" her now.

The girl's arms were tightly wrapped around her slender waist, and their bodies were pressed together. Even through the chain mail and lining, the succubus's keen perception still allowed Durenna to clearly feel two soft and elastic objects pressing on her back, swaying up and down with the horse's bumps, rubbing against her body.

The Saint's head rested lazily on her shoulder. Even without seeing, Durenna could imagine the girl leaning on her back, her head slightly tilted, her long eyelashes fluttering, her purple eyes lazily glancing at the receding scenery on both sides of the road.

Isadore, on the other hand, was riding on another horse with a mountaineer huntress, casting a fierce look at Durenna. But from the little succubus's gaze, Durenna could not sense the child's innocence, but instead a hint of... well, a hint of jealousy?

Durenna was a little overwhelmed by this, but at this moment, she really didn't care about the little succubus's feelings.

Because the Saint Lady was lying on her back at this moment, could there be anything more important than this?

For a moment, even the cold wind blowing in her face seemed to become softer. If it weren't for the Yuequan Town guards walking behind her in a long and neat line, Durenna would even think that she was going out for a horseback outing with the Saint.