Succubus cannot be a saint

This time, she completely abandoned the disguise of the old man's voice and revealed her true voice - sharp, crisp, and full of arrogant girl's voice, but somehow, like a panting kitten, revealing a cute bravado.

Sallelei could no longer hold back and began to giggle, laughing so hard that she fell back and forth, and her towering breasts began to shake violently.

She guessed correctly that the old wizard was Vera Valintia, and the communication mirror was right next to her, so she could activate it remotely.

Only Isadore blinked blankly, and it took a long time for her to come back to her senses. "Huh...? How did Grandpa turn into Miss Mirror?"

"That's because her grandfather's voice is fake." Salares stroked Isadore's hair, a smile still on her lips. "Why don't you invite us to meet in the room and talk again, my dear magic teacher?"

"Who, who is your magic teacher... I don't remember ever having a student like you!"

Seeing that her disguise had been completely exposed, Vera Valindiya simply stopped pretending. Her voice was sharp and a little cracked, "Would you please come to my room to talk? I don't want that annoying little brat to come to my place..."

"Oh? If I don't go over, how can I get her to apologize to you in person?" Sallelei smiled and secretly poked Isadore in the waist. The little nun shuddered, pouted, and whispered, "I'm sorry... Miss Mirror..."

"Say your full name."

"I'm sorry, Jing Lava... that's right, Wei Wa Jing... that's not right, Jing Linzi..."

Salaret: “…………”

Vera Valindiya: “…………”

"Forget it, maybe just let her call me Miss Mirror."

"Oh...I'm sorry, Miss Mirror..."

"Alas..." With a long sigh from the young girl, the floor-length mirror in front of them slowly moved aside, revealing a staircase leading upwards. But just as Sallelei and Isadore were about to ascend the stairs, the steps suddenly rose, almost becoming a wall in front of them, blocking their path.

"Aren't you going to let us go up, teacher?" Sharlelei said with a smile without getting angry.

"Who... who is your teacher?" The elf girl's voice was filled with embarrassment and anger. "This... the magic device is malfunctioning, yes... it's malfunctioning! Wait a moment!"

Then, Sharlene heard her low voice.

"Light, quickly clean up these things and get out the herbal tea... Oops, not that one! Move quickly! Stupid Elemental!"

About ten minutes passed, until Isadore impatiently tried to climb up the stairs, the stairs suddenly came down. The little nun cried out "Ouch" and fell to the ground, looking around blankly.

Salaret helped Isadore up and led her up the stairs. Soon, they arrived at a dim but spacious room. The first thing that caught their eye was a huge desk and a whiteboard in front of it.

The desk was piled high with thick books, scrolls, and blueprints, while the whiteboard was covered with all sorts of runes, numbers, pictures, and formulas. Just scanning through those complicated numbers and words, Sharlene couldn't help feeling dizzy.

The floor next to the desk was cluttered with all kinds of books, rulers, compasses, even metal ingots, carving knives and magic crystals, filling the entire room and leaving only a narrow path leading to the desk.

At the end of the path, there was a girl sitting on a chair, hidden in the shadows.

With the strange sound of wheels turning, the girl and the chair beneath her slowly turned around. She turned the wheelchair and her figure gradually came into the light.

The first thing that came into view in front of Sharlene was a pair of small feet in cotton slippers, with slender and white ankles, and a pink nightgown that was a little worn and the edges were frayed.

The girl in the wheelchair was petite and thin, her entire body tucked away in the spacious wheelchair, looking somewhat like a peanut kernel within its shell. Her long, smooth black hair flowed down like a cascade, like a pitch-black curtain.

The slender little hand was as pale as paper, with clear bone outlines, tucked into the long sleeves, and held an exquisite little hand mirror - there was no doubt that it was the communication mirror that Shailelei had just activated remotely.

The last face that came into the light was a small one, probably only about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a shy blush dotted on her pale skin, and the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, adding a bit of cuteness and fierceness to her like a panting kitten.

She wore a pair of large black glasses, one side of the lens was bright orange, while the other side had a light blue eye that flashed with shame and anger. She glared at the person in front of her unhappily, her pale lips tightly bitten, and a feather pen was clipped next to her pointed ear, and even the tip of her ear was stained red.

Unlike the arrogant golden twin-tailed elf lady that Sharlele had imagined, the girl who appeared in front of her at this moment was a girl sitting in a wheelchair, as petite and frail as a shy little black cat, trying hard to pretend to be fierce.

And it's a little black cat with heterochromatic eyes.

In Sharlelei's eyes, there was a flashing pink "?100" on the head of this little black cat with heterochromia.

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 140: Confessions of the Little Black Cat (Additional Update)

Not long ago.

When Vera Valintia heard the familiar, sweet, gentle, and slightly magnetic and hoarse girl's voice coming from the voice transmission magic, she was completely stunned.

The pen in her hand fell to the ground, splashing ink on the ground.

Why? Why? Why would that woman come here? Yes, yes—she knew that Sharlene Delavie was the lord of Moon Spring, not far from where she lived. But… why, why did she choose this moment to come here?

Did she already know she was the "Old Wizard of Greystone"? No, no, that couldn't be the case. Her disguise should have been perfect, flawless. Who would have guessed that an elven wizard lived in a small town on the western border of the Stag Kingdom?

But why did she come here?

The mere thought of "Shalelei Dravi" standing outside her own wizard tower sent Vera Valindiya's heart into a state of confusion. Countless chaotic thoughts swirled uncontrollably, and the girl's slender fingers on the table trembled uncontrollably, even forgetting to pick up the pen she had dropped.

Salleh Delavie, that evil-minded, whimsical woman, the woman whose head was full of stupid ideas, the woman who found her mother's relics, that woman, that woman...

The woman who lit a lamp for herself in the dark.

Now standing at your own doorstep.

At first, Vera Valindiya was indeed thinking about how to get the woman to bring her mother's relics to her without revealing that she was in Graystone Town.

Talking to other people... It's scary. Communicating with strangers is scary.

For some reason, she was extremely sensitive to every little bit of dissatisfaction, sarcasm, and ridicule in other people's words, even though it might just be an illusion or delusion.

But she still couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but take the lead in using more sharp sarcasm and ridicule to cover up the past and her own fear.

But even so, that Sharlene De Lavey still communicated with her frequently. Gradually, she no longer thought about "how to smoothly get her mother's things and then cut off contact with her", and actually looked forward to hearing that woman's voice.

It was the first time that I told others the knowledge in my head, the first time that I told others about my own story, and the first time that after being filled with anger, I couldn't help but feel a kind of sour expectation.

It has been many years since I last spoke to anyone other than the light spot and the baron's butler.

I clearly thought, "She doesn't know where I am anyway, so it's easy to cut off contact, so it doesn't matter even if I tell her more about myself," but I couldn't help but... become like this.

Every night I would quietly wait for the communication mirror to light up, expecting the voice of "Miss Mirror?" to come from it, that lazy, sweet voice with a hint of hoarseness and teasing, casually saying that strange name.

Miss Mirror. Miss Mirror. What a strange name, but every time she heard it, Vera Valindiya's heart would tremble slightly.

She couldn't remember how many times she had looked at the dark mirror, her fingertips caressing the mirror frame, listening to the lazy voice pronounce the word "Miss Mirror", and then she would silently open her lips and mouth the words -

"Miss Mirror and Her Big Fool".

Now, that big fool stood at her door. Before she made up her mind to cut off the connection between them, he came to her.

And in that floor-length mirror, Vera Valindiya saw the true face of that big fool.

——Her breasts are so big.

This was the first thought that came to her mind. Completely different from her own skinny and petite self, under the outline of the slim white dress, a slender waist and towering breasts appeared on the same person at the same time.

The hem of her priestly robe had been deliberately cut open, shamelessly revealing her legs clad in white stockings. Damn it. Damn it. It was completely different from me, and completely different from my two mothers.

I didn't know how to face this woman anymore. The image of her I had conjured in my mind during those many dark nights vanished in an instant, completely replaced by her true self.

That sweet and lazy voice suddenly had a concrete image at this moment. Vera Valindiya could even imagine what kind of smile would appear on that sweet face when she lazily called out "Miss Mirror".

Would she lie down on the bed while she held the mirror, and would her soft, lustrous flaxen hair fall down and spread out on the bed?

When she lay on her side, did her plump breasts press together? When she was called a fool or an idiot, did she look sad and distressed?

And would she, would she—would she—would she imagine herself? Would she imagine herself the way she imagined herself?

It was not until Salarei asked to come to her room and Vera Valindiya opened the door for them in a daze that she suddenly realized——

Is your room a place you can show to others?!

The floor was littered with messy books, blueprints, scrolls, and tools. She usually had to use her magician's hand to move them away before turning her wheelchair. Not to mention her clothes. Guangdian had no brains to sort them. Her underwear was even hanging on a corner of the blackboard...

After a flurry of activity, the elf girl suddenly realized that she had kept the two guests waiting for more than ten minutes.

Forget about that little nun with a weak brain, but we can't keep "her" waiting for too long...

And then, just like that. Even though she was extremely reluctant, the elf girl still opened the door to her bedroom and let them into her own territory - a place that had not been set foot by another person in decades.

At the same time, she finally saw the girl face to face with her own eyes - Sharlele Delavie.

And the little fool next to Sallelei who has a dull mind and can't control his mouth.

But at this moment, Sharlele stared at the elf girl in front of her, or Miss Mirror, or Vera Valindiya.

Her gaze slowly moved down from the "?100" on the other person's head, and finally landed on the small, thin face and the pair of yellow and purple pupils.

For a moment, the elf girl shyly looked away, unsure of what to do. She felt like she had a thousand words to say, but they were all stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

"Why are you looking at me like that... Is there something dirty on my face?" After an unknown amount of time, she managed to stammer out these words, clutching the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

As she spoke, she seemed to really think that there was something dirty on her face, so she raised her long sleeves and wiped her face hard.

"Nothing, I just think..." Salares blinked and smiled slightly, "Your eyes are so beautiful, Miss Mirror."

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 141: You will have to rely on me for food in the future

"What are you talking about? You're so frivolous! You're a pervert! You're unforgivable!"

After a brief pause, Vera Valindiya's face suddenly turned red, and she waved her hands and screamed. As she shouted, a dark blue shadow quickly shot out from the messy room.

It was an elemental creature only half a meter tall, floating in the air. It roughly took the shape of a legless human, with magic wristbands on its chubby hands. Its whole body was shining dark blue like the night sky, and countless star-like light points were rotating inside its body.

The elemental creature suddenly pounced in front of Sharlele, waving its two small fists with the momentum of a turtle punch. Isadore grabbed it with her quick eyes and hands, so it could only be held in vain by the little nun, with its two arms spinning wildly.

"Wow! It's soft!" Isadore exclaimed. "Like cotton!"

As he spoke, he simply grabbed the elemental with both hands and began to knead it. The elemental creature waved its arms foolishly, as if desperately resisting.

"Okay, light spot." The elf girl's emotions finally calmed down. The elemental creature used some kind of magic, and disappeared from Isadore's hand in a flash of blue light. It appeared behind the elf girl, gesturing something violently.

If there were a curse word in sign language, it would definitely be what it said now.

"Won't you invite us to sit down, Miss Mirror?" Shalelei ignored the interaction between Isadore and the elemental creature, and stared at the elf girl in front of her with a smile.

The latter said with a red face, "Okay, I know," and pressed something on the armrest of the wheelchair. A blue light flowed along the backrest of the wheelchair to the armrest and was injected into a rune magic circle.

Then, a round wooden table flew out from nowhere, carrying two small chairs with it.

Sharlele watched the girl in front of her operating the magic device on the wheelchair, and her heart moved slightly.

When the girl turned around, she saw a huge blue magic crystal inlaid behind the back of the wheelchair. It was flickering with a faint light, as if it was powering the magic device on the wheelchair.

This girl... is casting "Mage's Hand" through the device on her wheelchair.

But... why? The fact that she's in a wheelchair simply proves that her lower body isn't very mobile. If she's just casting a spell, she doesn't need to use her lower body, right?

Why didn't she cast Mage Hand herself?

Soon, a pot of steaming herbal tea and two cups flew onto the table in front of Sallelei and Isadore. The little nun stared blankly at the flying teapot and cups with her eyes wide open.

To her, Miss Mirror's house was filled with incredible wonders: flying tables and chairs, sounds coming from nowhere, and all of these things flashed with the same familiar light as a magic crossbow.

However, what surprised Isadore the most was that Miss Mirror was not a mirror—well, no. She was surprised that Miss Mirror was actually a small girl who didn't look much older than herself, and was even thinner than herself!

In her imagination, Miss Mirror should be a serious, strict, and knowledgeable adult like Sister Ophelin. After all, when it comes to "magic teacher", shouldn't it be like Sister Ophelin?

"Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Mirror." Salares pulled Isadore to a chair and took a steaming cup of tea. Vera Valindiya turned her head, pushed her glasses awkwardly, and muttered, "Nothing..."

But she quickly reacted, turned her head sharply and said angrily: "Why are you still calling me Miss Mirror!"

But the next moment, looking at Sharlene's bright smile, she slowly turned back and said, "Forget it, forget it... You can call me whatever you want..."

The bitter, slightly spicy aroma of herbal tea filled her nose, and Sharlele was startled. She turned around and saw Isadore carelessly raising the cup to pour it over her mouth. She suddenly raised her palm and sent the cup of hot tea flying!

With a bang, the cup shattered to the ground, spilling hot tea everywhere. Vera Valindiya shuddered, her eyes widened, and the color on her face gradually faded. She looked at Sharlelei in disbelief.

For a moment, she looked like a kitten whose food bowl had been kicked over.

"Miss Vera Valindiya, please forgive me if I have offended you." Sharlelei put down her teacup and slowly stood up. The smile on her face disappeared without a trace, and a gloomy shadow covered her face.

The elf girl shrank back and kept shrinking into the wheelchair, but she still tried to put on a tough tone.

"Huh? That's so easy for you to say! Well, if that's the case, do you remember how many times you've offended me? No, why don't we just settle the score?"

Hearing her barbed words, Sharlelei smiled softly.

—Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten?

However, she would not say such words that would add fuel to the fire.

"I'm sorry, Miss Vera Valindiya. I did this for a reason, and I apologize in advance. But could you please answer a question for me - where does this herbal tea come from?"