Succubus cannot be a saint

Unable to wrap her head around this question, she muttered to herself. While the shape of a nun's dress might be different, this white dress is still considered church attire, and solemnity is a must. Was the saint cutting the hem open to show off her legs?

Isn't it a bit too... indecent for a nun to expose her body?

But the other party is a saint, Lydia thought again, since she is a saint recognized by the Goddess of Light, how could she not be dignified and improper?

"Of course it's... for the sake of appearance."

At this moment, as if answering her question, a gentle and sweet girl's voice sounded.

Lydia immediately stood up, but the next moment, she saw a slender figure appear in the corridor and walk slowly towards the church hall. As she approached, a bright and white light seemed to shine into the hall.

But the first thing that caught Lydia and the nuns' eyes was the girl's legs.

The white silk stockings accentuated her graceful and slender legs, and the skirt was cut open to fall just above her knees, covering her garters while revealing her delicate and slender calves and a pair of voluptuous thighs that were very suggestive.

In stark contrast to the nuns who were shy about revealing their bodies, she didn't mind showing her legs, and was frank and calm. Her light flaxen shoulder-length hair was wrapped in a white headscarf, flowing down to her towering chest, outlining a delicate hemispherical curve with the bodice of her dress, and then tightened at the waist.

Originally, this dress was as solemn and serious as a nun's uniform, and would not reveal any skin or limbs except the face and hands. But now, after being modified like this, when worn by this girl, it suddenly showed a different kind of charm.

The beautiful legs that are exposed in broad daylight and the towering breasts that are thick and restrained but still have an unconcealed outline form a wonderful contrast, skillfully blending purity and coquettishness. Even though there is a holy and humble smile on the girl's delicate and beautiful face, it reveals a wonderfully seductive temptation.

——Holy and charming.

This is the only thought in Lydia and the nuns' minds at this moment.

Improper? Undignified? These thoughts had long been thrown out of their minds. At this moment, they just stood there, staring at the pure white girl in front of them.

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 133: The Pointy-Headed Man

Holding Isadore's little hand, Salleh walked into the church hall. She glanced at the stunned faces of the nuns in front of her and smiled gently.

There are nearly forty nuns gathered here at the moment. If all of them can be assimilated into succubi, then his magic power will undoubtedly be further increased, and the number of spellcasters under his command will also increase dramatically.

But the most important thing right now is to capture Volo Castle and capture the cultist. Once the entire Greystone Town is under her control, it won't be too late to slowly corrupt these nuns.

Looking down at her clothes, Sharlene couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

Although much better than the plain nun's uniform, this white dress still has some shortcomings. If it could reveal a little more of her cleavage, and paired with sheer stockings and high heels, it would be even more stunning...

What a pity, I can only say it’s a pity.

Lydia on the opposite side had just recovered from her shock. She looked at the radiant girl in front of her stupidly, then looked at herself wearing the same clothes as her, and for a moment she felt ashamed of herself.

It was obviously the same dress, but it only looked a little more advanced on her than an ordinary nun's uniform. However, when worn by the girl opposite, she looked as beautiful and pure as a goddess descending to earth.

"Sister Lydia, I have something to ask you." The girl walked up to Lydia with her long legs, picked a chair and sat down, her beautiful long legs wrapped in white silk stockings crossed and raised, looking calm and composed.

Isadore trotted over to her side and sat down next to her without moving an inch.

"Saint, please speak." Lydia's heart tightened, and she quickly stepped back and bowed. After saying this, she suddenly realized that she had subconsciously regarded the girl in front of her as a "saint," which was why she had adopted such a respectful attitude.

Faced with Lydia's respect, Sharlelei acted very calmly and smiled slightly, "I heard there is a wizard tower on the outskirts of Graystone Town, and there is an old wizard in it..."

"Yes, Lady Saint, that old wizard has been in Greystone Town for forty or fifty years. He was there before I was born. But... no one here has ever seen what he looks like, and no one has ever entered that tower. Only people from Baron Volo's family have been there..."

Salares nodded regretfully. It seemed that to get more information about the old wizard, she would have to ask Sean Warlow.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the house, and a slender figure appeared at the door of the church hall. She was wearing chain mail that reflected silver light under the candlelight. It was Durenna.

The female knight strode into the door and saw Sallelei sitting on a bench in a pure white dress. She stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. Her eyes were filled with the pure white figure of the girl and she could no longer take her eyes off her beautiful figure.

It was not until Sharlele called her twice with a half-anger and half-laugh that Durenna woke up from her dream. She took two quick steps and knelt on one knee in front of her Saint.

But even so, her heart was still beating violently in her chest, and all she could see and think of was the elegant white figure, the raised slender legs, and the breasts that were made to look even fuller and taller by the tight clothes.

"I don't think... I've ever seen Her Majesty wearing anything other than a nun's uniform or a nightgown..."

Somehow, this thought suddenly came to the female knight's mind, and when she thought about the fact that she had only seen the Saint in her nightgown a few times, she couldn't help but feel a subtle sourness and envy towards Isadore who could always be with the Saint.

Durenna quickly came to her senses, not daring to look directly at the gaze that was looking down at her with a playful smile, and tried hard to make her voice sound less trembling.

"Reporting to the Saint, the last defenders of Graystone Town have gathered in Volo Castle and are holding out stubbornly. I have ordered the roads in and out of the castle to be blocked. With just your command, I can rush in and take down the castle's curtain wall for you..."

But facing her knight's challenge, Sharlelei shook her head, "Now is not the time, my knight."

"But Lady Saint, we are the ones who cannot afford to delay..." Durenna raised her head anxiously, but she stopped talking immediately after glancing at the nuns from Greystone Town around her.

But even if she didn't say it, Sharlene understood what she meant.

The finances of Moon Spring Town are in crisis, and she needs the property of the Volo family in Greystone Town to fill the deficit, and these riches are undoubtedly in their castle.

The Volo family's castle had wells and stored food, so they could definitely afford a war of attrition. On the other hand, after the Frost Month, Sharlele was unable to pay money and food to her soldiers.

Although the soldiers were willing to follow her even without pay, as a saint, Sharlene could never do so. She also did not want her soldiers to be reduced to plundering the residents of Graystone Town.

In addition, even if she could take over the Volo family's mining industry, it would take some time to sell the produced ore in exchange for gold coins, which is like distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

Therefore, she must capture Volo Castle as soon as possible, take complete control of Greystone Town, and eat this big piece of fat meat.

"I understand what you mean, my knight. You intend to storm the castle directly with the force of the extraordinary warriors, correct?"

Durenna was bewildered upon hearing this, her beautiful blue eyes widening. "Is there something wrong with this, Saint?"

She hadn't said a word yet—had war always been like this? When two armies faced off, the outcome wasn't just determined by the strength of the armies, but also by the power of the extraordinary warriors.

If a strong man is used as the tip of a knife to penetrate the enemy's army formation, and if the enemy's strong man is unable to stop it, then the morale of the army may plummet or even the entire army may be defeated.

With a sufficiently powerful extraordinary person in charge, even if the military strength is weaker than that of the opponent, it is possible to turn the tide.

"The problem is that we don't know how much 'pointy-headed medicine' the cultist still has." Shalelei shook her head and pointed to her smooth forehead.

When Isadore heard the name, she burst out laughing, and Durenna was startled, her beautiful face twisted involuntarily, obviously trying hard to hold back her laughter.

But after she finished laughing, Durenna realized the seriousness of the problem and her expression became serious.

Sean Warlow, who was originally less powerful than her, almost pushed her into a desperate situation after taking the drug. So what happened to the ordinary soldiers guarding the castle after taking the drug?

Indeed, even if ordinary people become much stronger, they cannot defeat her, an extraordinary warrior.

But what if... it was just a group of ordinary people? Would he still be sure of victory?

Thinking of this, the smile on Durenna's face completely disappeared, and she couldn't help but stroke her left arm. After being punched by Sean Volo, even after being treated by the Saint, her arm was still a little sore and weak, unable to exert her full strength.

If I, whose injuries have not fully healed and whose strength has been reduced, were to face a group of ordinary people who had taken "sharp-headed medicine", then it would not be a question of whether I must win or not.

The question is whether I can escape unscathed.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed before her eyes, and then a pair of soft, warm hands lifted her up. The sweet voice of the Saint Lady rang in her ears.

"Come on, my knight, let's go check on the situation of that 'Pointy-Headed Man' first..."

Durenna was stunned when she heard this.

——Pointy-headed man?

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 134: Then I ask you

When Shalelei, Durenna and Isadore arrived at Sean Volo's temporary prison, he was lying on the floor with his hands and feet tied with chains. He opened his eyes weakly and looked at the three girls standing at the door.

When he saw Charlene in a pure white dress, even though he harbored a strong hatred for his father's murder in his heart, a dazed look appeared on his face.

But what he didn't notice was that the little girl standing behind Sharlele - the culprit who single-handedly turned the crossbow winch, instantly cocked the bowstring and fired, killing his father - her innocent green eyes actually dimmed slightly.

——I don’t want him to see such a beautiful sister Sasha.

This was the first thought that came to Isadore's mind.

Sean, immersed in shock and trance, did not notice the unusual movements around him at all, but Durenna was keenly aware that... a murderous aura emanated from the little succubus beside the Saint.

...Yes, murderous intent.

At first, Durenna was a little surprised, but soon she felt relieved.

After all, Isadore is not a rookie whose hands are unstained with blood.

When she was still in Yuequan Town, she had killed monsters with her own hands. When exploring the Black Forest, she had smashed countless monsters' heads with that hard-headed hammer. She even had a part in operating the crossbow to kill the super giant demon spider.

As for the fact that a wooden stake made Baron Volo fly... that goes without saying.

But what Durenna didn't understand was why Isadore exuded murderous aura at this time.

"Sir Sean Vorro." Sharlelei walked gently in front of Sean Vorro, gazing at the "pointy-headed man" with a half-smile. "I have some questions for you. I hope you can cooperate and answer honestly."

"I have nothing to say to you!"

Although he was weak, a ferocious look still appeared on Sean's pale face. He puffed up his cheeks and was about to spit, but a white shadow flashed before his eyes, and Sallie had already stepped on his face!

The beautiful calf wrapped in white stockings slowly turned, leaving a gray shoe print on Sean Warlow's face, and then slowly lifted up.

Seeing this scene, for some reason, Durenna couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"Fortunately... fortunately, the Saint Lady was wearing shoes." A strange thought popped up in her mind, "If she wasn't wearing shoes... I would have killed Sean Warlo."

This time, another murderous aura came from behind Sharlele, and Sean Warlow, who was curled up on the ground, trembled pitifully.

But Sharlele was completely oblivious to the little thoughts in the minds of the two succubi. She slowly dragged over a chair and sat down, carefully observing Sean's expression.

She wanted to find out to what extent the cultist, Coresa, controlled Baron Volo's family.

"Mr. Sean, you may not know that your herbalist, Coresa, is a cultist."

"That's nonsense!" Sean glared at her with gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "Ms. Coressa is the benefactor of our Volo family! I won't allow you to slander her!"

"Really?" Sharlelei narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly. Invisible mental ripples spread out, and the power of charm silently affected Sean Volo's mind. The noble young master's eyes gradually became dazed, and his emotions became increasingly agitated, even his breathing became rapid.

"You...you are the cultist, the devil! That's right, you are the cultist...it's all your fault! It's you, you destroyed my family! Our lives!"

A sickly blush crept up his cheeks, and Sean Warlow twisted his body wildly, like a fish thrown ashore, roaring at the top of his lungs.

Upon hearing this, Salares' expression remained unchanged, while Isadore and Durenna's eyes widened in shock. At this moment, their astonishment far outweighed their anger.

How come the Volo family, as the perpetrators, now dares to say "it's all your fault" in a high-sounding manner?

"You! Are you still being unreasonable? It was obviously you who attacked first!" Isadore jumped up, pointing at his nose, screaming like a crazy little parrot, and then began to look for a suitable weapon on the ground with her head down.

"Idiot." Durenna had only two cold words in response.

"I will never tell you anything!" Sean roared hysterically, almost breaking his throat. "I want to protect Miss Coressa! If, if it weren't for you, we would have been married long ago-"

Suddenly, Sharlene kicked him in the mouth, turning his voice into a dull stammer.

"I don't want to hear any more." Shalelei turned her head and looked at Durenna and Isadore with dead eyes. "What about you?"

Durenna quickly shook her head. Although Sean hadn't finished his words, it seemed that the cultist, Kressa, had not only used drugs to control the bodies of the Volo family members, but had also captured Sean Volo's heart.

Among the three people present, Isadore was probably the only one who didn't understand what was going on.

At this moment, Shalelei suddenly remembered a sentence from her previous life and sighed sincerely, "This is really... that kind of thing, forever and ever..."

After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Sean Warlow again, who was full of resentment. Silently, she cast the charm on him again.

"It seems that you are loyal to your Miss Coresa."

"Of course! She's my light, my only one! I won't let you touch her!"

"It's a pity that we have surrounded the castle now. Not even a bird can fly out. She can only use up all the food and water inside and slowly starve to death, or come out and surrender."

Salares sneered, and Sean Vorro suddenly became furious. His face turned as red as a tomato. He kept struggling and jumping on the ground, and a series of sharp and vague roars came out of his mouth in rapid succession.

"Do you understand? You are a prisoner now. You can't go anywhere. You can't save her, and you can't take her away from here. You can't do anything. You can't do anything!"

Salleigh came in front of him, raised her foot and stepped on his face, crushing it continuously until Sean's face was crushed into the dust on the ground. Her usually sweet and soft voice was now as cold and vicious as an icicle, piercing into his mind one by one, making his face turn pale and blue, and his heart couldn't help but ignite a huge rage.

After stepping on him for several minutes, Sharlene withdrew her foot contentedly, then suddenly kicked Sean in the eye, leaving a black eye socket with a scream of pain. Then she turned and walked towards the door.

Before leaving, she gave Durenna a simple instruction:

"Knock him out."

Durenna walked forward with a look of indifference and disgust on her face. Her figure gradually grew larger in front of Sean Volo, and then she raised one foot.

Unlike Sharlene's small flat shoes, the heavy and thick military boots stepped on his face mercilessly.

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 135: Lord Succubus, this way!