Succubus cannot be a saint

"You...you don't have the final say!" Isadore's face flushed crimson, her crimson eyes filled with anger. She yelled at the top of her lungs like an angry little fighting cock, "You don't have the final say! The goddess has the final say!"

"Ha, okay, then you get your goddess of light to agree? Issue her a saint certificate! What's the big deal about calling yourself a saint!" The elf girl laughed in anger, and directly confronted this iron-headed little succubus with her neck stiff.

But the next second, a soft golden light shone, illuminating Vera Valindiya's dull expression.

Tears welled up in the little succubus's eyes, and her white little hands held up a bright golden ball of light. The warm holy light dispelled the darkness without reservation, and actually added a bit of holiness to her.

Staring blankly at this scene, Vera Valintia's glasses fell off completely.

This is fake, right? Succubus can actually summon holy light?

"Okay, Isadore."

A fair hand pressed against the little succubus's arm. The golden holy light gradually dimmed. With tears in her eyes, Isadore turned to look at Salaret and wiped her eyes stubbornly, "No! I must convince her today! Succubi are not evil monsters! Becoming a succubus is not a bad thing at all!"

"Turning people into monsters is not a bad thing?" Although shocked, Vera Valintia subconsciously raised an objection.

"Of course it's not a bad thing!" Isadore wiped her face in anger, her eyes still shimmering with tears as she stared at the elf girl before her. "Not just me, but everyone was saved because of succubus transformation! The Saint led us to destroy the monsters and repel Baron Volo's army! If that's a bad thing, then what's a good thing? Did everyone get bitten to death by monsters, hacked to death by swords, or frozen to death by the wind and snow?"

"This……"

The elf girl was speechless. This was all too illogical, too far beyond her common sense. Could a human become a succubus? Could a succubus receive the blessing of the Holy Light? Could transforming a human into a demon be considered a good thing?

she does not know.

"You're just sitting in a safe tower. You won't starve or freeze, monsters can't bite you, and Baron Volo will send you all kinds of things!"

Isadore became more and more excited as she spoke, and tears finally streamed down her smooth cheeks. The girl took another step, and with a crash, she knocked over the table and the water cup.

"If it weren't for the Saint, if it weren't for the power of the succubus, Moon Spring Town... Moon Spring Town would have been destroyed long ago! How can you, who lives like this, understand our situation? You even call us evil monsters, but have we ever done anything bad? Derek and Baron Volo are the ones who did the bad things!"

The little succubus screamed hysterically, her small chest heaving rapidly, while Vera Valindiya was frightened by her sudden anger, sitting pale and motionless in the wheelchair.

"You understand..."

After a moment, her lips trembled as she uttered a word, and then the volume suddenly increased, and the whisper turned into a broken scream with a choked sob.

"——You understand something about me now!"

The two girls, tears streaming down their faces, stared at each other fiercely, neither of them willing to give in. After staring at each other for a while, they burst into tears at the same time, leaving Shailelei at a loss as to what to do.

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The fourth update today!

Oh, it feels so good to write Miss Mirror!

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 148: She Can Only Come to Me

Isadore sobbed and sobbed until a pair of warm, soft arms embraced her.

After burying her little face in those soft and plump breasts, and smelling the sweet fragrance of her sister Sasha, Isadore's crying gradually subsided. She clutched her pure white clothes, took a deep breath, and her expression gradually became blurred and intoxicated.

However, neither Sharlelei nor Vera Valindiya noticed any of this. The elven girl's pale face was covered in tears, but she bit her lip tightly and stared at Sharlelei, refusing to give in. Her fingertips on the wheelchair armrests were white from excessive pressure.

"I know you have many... well, 'misunderstandings' about succubi. But please believe me, I have no hostility towards you, Miss Vera Valindiya."

Facing the elf girl's sad gaze, Sharlele sighed deeply and nodded to her, her eyes still calmly looking straight at the pair of heterochromatic eyes filled with tears.

"But even so, I still hope you can become one of us."

"You... Is there something wrong with you? You have to turn me into a monster... Have I done anything to offend you? Or, or..." Vera Valindiya glared at her hatefully and spoke in a trembling voice.

It seems like capturing this young mage right away is a bit too difficult. She knows far more about succubi than those nuns in the remote town, and she's mentally resilient, with a somewhat... hmm. But that's okay, we can take our time.

"There's no particular reason." Sharlene glanced at the "?100" on her head calmly and said calmly, "I just want you to be mine, that's all."

Upon hearing this, not only was Vera Valindiya stunned, but even Salarei was stunned for a moment. She had barely thought about what she said, and only after she finished speaking did she realize something seemed wrong.

Seeing the elf girl's expression changing rapidly and a blush of embarrassment rising on her cheeks, Sharlele could only pretend nothing had happened and continue talking to herself.

"I want to show you that succubusification isn't a bad thing. Quite the opposite, in fact. By transforming into a succubus, it can even heal certain illnesses and injuries... Perhaps, it can bring you hope of escaping the wheelchair."

As she spoke, Sharlene's eyes fell on the girl's cute little feet. The elf girl's cheeks flushed even more, and she tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to hide her feet inside.

"And, just like magic, it can be used as personal force, or it can be transformed into new knowledge and technology, changing the world. The same is true for succubus. You may think that we are all evil, wanton monsters, but in fact, we are not..."

Having said this, Sharlelei paused subconsciously.

Then her mind flashed back to "those things" she had done to the succubi.

He taught the pure nun Changtiao to become a bondage lover, turned all the nuns into fanatical lesbians, and turned the mountain people's high priestess into a submissive she-wolf, even asking her to voluntarily offer the girls of the mountain people...

"We are not as evil as you think... At least, we are more kind and benevolent than most nobles in this world."

As she said this, her face flushed slightly. Oh, I still can't be thick-skinned enough...

"In short, I hope you will consider the proposal of succubus transformation. Or rather, wouldn't you like to stand up from your wheelchair and run freely?"

"Stay out of my business... and, you won't deny being promiscuous, right?" Vera Valindiya said angrily, but after hearing some words, the resistance in her tone gradually softened, and there was a hint of hesitation. "You actually suggested that someone be monsterized like that... How ignorant are you!"

"Of course... I will be responsible for you to the end, my dear teacher." Sharlene smiled slightly, and the ending of her voice couldn't help but rise with joy.

"Don't call me teacher!" the elf girl screamed, glaring at her fiercely, her voice gradually becoming softer. "Damn, pervert... No, busty pervert..."

After a moment's silence, she hesitated and said, "What you just said... is it true?"

"Which one?" Seeing that Vera Valindiya's hostility was no longer so strong, Shalelei immediately climbed up with a smile, her eyes rolling, "The one about 'I want you to be mine'? That's right, I do like smaller ones..."

"——No! Bastard! I'll kill you. I must, I must kill you..."

Vera Valindiya screamed again, tears of shame welling up in her eyes. "I mean... magic can be used as both a personal weapon and a technology that can change the world... that sentence..."

"of course it's true."

Sharlele answered without hesitation. She had no doubt at all that with all the succubi who were spellcasters and the addition of a large number of "half-casters" created by the succubi, who only existed as personal forces and had no constructive magical knowledge, how dazzling the light could be.

The elf girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

In her mind, the words that Charlene had said, the worried look she had given her, and the long conversations they had had through the mirror on many nights in the past all flashed through her mind.

No, it was more than that. There was also Isadore's hysterical cry and the divine light that shone from her palm...

All of this was beyond her common sense. Perhaps, she couldn't justify judging succubi by the common sense that "succubi are all evil monsters."

"I...I will believe you for now...just a little bit."

She slowly opened her eyes, stammered, and lowered her head, feeling a little guilty and choked.

"But... don't get it wrong! I haven't promised you yet... to turn into that monster..." But soon, before Sharlene could even smile, the girl puffed up her cheeks in anger.

As she spoke, she suddenly lost her temper again, and rubbed her knees and thighs nervously with her hands. Her mood changed so quickly that it was like she was changing her face.

"I still... I still need to think about it... I still need to think about it... I'm so scared. If I turn into a monster, I won't be myself anymore..."

At the end, his voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"While I can assure you that this won't happen, I also think it's best to give you some time. So, for now, we'll take our leave. By the way, thank you for the notes."

Salares smiled slightly and shook Isadore, who was buried in her big white rabbits, but for some reason the latter had turned into circle eyes.

After signaling Isadore to pick up the thick "Ms. Gelley's Magic Notebook", she took a last deep look at the elf girl who lowered her head and remained silent, then left the room with the dizzy little succubus.

But when she reached the door of the room, Vera Valindiya suddenly raised her head and shouted in a loud voice: "Hey... Hey! Ru, if you really destroy the Volo family, don't forget to send me food in the future... send me food!"

Hearing this, Shailelei couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Don't worry, I won't forget!"

"And... you are not allowed to put weird things in the food! I, I don't trust you lustful succubi!" The elf girl blushed.

This time, Salaret couldn't help herself at all.

“Puff…Puff, hahahahaha…”

"Damn it! What are you laughing at! Perverted busty girl!"

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Soon, Sharlele took Isadore away from the wizard tower.

Although he didn't immediately obtain a "100" Succubus Mage, it wasn't without results. At least he succeeded in getting her to consider succubus transformation, and he also obtained valuable mage research notes.

Next, I'll just take it slow. After all, I still have a lot of things to do.

"Sister Sasha..." Isadore held the thick book in one hand and held Salare's hand with the other. She looked back at the wizard tower from time to time and whispered, "That Miss Mirror, will she...will she take the opportunity to escape?"

"Run away? No." Shalelei smiled and looked up at the Graystone Town not far away. There was a strange light flashing in her eyes and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

"Where can she go? There's nowhere else for her to go. There's only one place she belongs... I'll make sure she comes to me."

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Well, it would be more considerate if Miss Mirror took the initiative to request to become a succubus!

There will be more updates tonight!

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 149: The Church in Graystone Town, the Decline Begins!

There is only one place she belongs...

Listening to Sallelei's voice, Isadore raised her head, looked at the slender figure in front of her, and kept repeating this sentence in her heart.

There is only one place for her to belong... There is only one place for Miss Mirror to belong, and that is to be with the Saint.

So...what about me? Isn't it the same as her, with only one destination?

Lady Saint... No, Sister Sasha.

Riding on the horse, Isadore gently put her arms around Salares' slender waist and buried her cheek on her back. Her big deep blue eyes gradually dimmed, filled with a hazy dark light, and her lips moved silently.

Sister Sasha...you still owe me a reward.

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The next afternoon, Ophelin and the succubi from Moon Spring Town arrived at Greystone Town. They had no time to admire the grandeur of Volo Castle, nor to marvel at how the Saint Lady had taken Greystone Town so easily. They even froze for a moment before the warehouse overflowing with gold coins and supplies.

——Then he plunged into the almost endless work of accounting and inventorying.

Baron Volo's account books were taken out one by one, and the nuns and the civil servants in the castle calculated every penny and every tax one by one.

At the same time, Sharlele also came to the town square with her guards. With the help of amplifying magic, she loudly declared her rule over Greystone Town, publicly canceled several unreasonable taxes, and waived all debts owed by the townspeople to the Volo family.

The conscripts and private soldiers who survived the battle of Yuequan Town were also released home by Sharlele and received a pension each.

After this operation, coupled with the miracle of holy light and invisible enchanting magic displayed in public, thunderous cheers suddenly rang out in the square.

Everyone was immersed in the worship of the "Saint Lady Lord", and no one doubted whether the saint's behavior of seizing the right to rule the town was legitimate.

In this world, most commoners didn't care which noble lord rode above them. Whether it was Baron Volo, Count Paul, or Duke Pineapple, it made no difference. They only cared about whether they could live a prosperous life and whether the noble lord was kind and tolerant.

After dealing with these matters, Sharlele returned to the castle.

She is still a little uncomfortable with the fact that she moved from the rather poor lord's mansion in Yuequan Town to a spacious, luxurious and comfortable castle.

If the place she had lived in before was consistent with the stereotypical image of the Middle Ages shared by netizens in her previous life, with heating relying on a stove, hot water for bathing requiring manual labor, and lighting relying on candles and oil lamps—she had dismantled the magic lamp to make a crossbow...

Then life in Volo Castle has taken a big step towards modern Earth.

The bright yet soft magic lamp shines all night long and can be turned on and off by just whispering the command.

There was no burning firewood in the stove, but instead a mithril base engraved with flame runes. A slot for a magic crystal sat beside the stove. Once a crystal was placed, the runes would slowly radiate heat, warming the entire room. The fire's power could even be adjusted by varying the number of crystals.

Not only is there an ice rune base in the castle's cellar that emits cold air to keep food fresh, but even the small wine cabinet in Baron Volo's bedroom is equipped with such runes, allowing him to take out cold drinks at will. It is simply a magical version of the refrigerator.

After asking the servants of Volo Castle, Sharlele was even more surprised to learn that these magical devices scattered throughout the castle were actually made by "the old wizard", Vera Valintia, over the past few decades.

When talking about these amazing magic devices, the servant even told Sharlele proudly that if one only considered the number and popularity of magic devices in the castle, Baron Volo would be ranked among the best in the entire Western Territory, and could even compete with several great noble families.

This is entirely because there is an old wizard on the outskirts of Greystone Town who is "good at making daily magic props"...

"You don't know, Saint, that not all wizards would condescend to make these little gadgets." Under the influence of the charm, the servant spilled everything he knew. "The fact that you're willing to cast a spell like 'Fortify' on the city walls is already a great favor."

"But the wizard in Graystone Town has only been making these little things for decades and has never displayed any powerful spells. Even we servants think he really has no skills and can only make these little things. He can't stay in the capital, so he ran away to this small place on the border..."

After hearing the servant's words, Shailelei couldn't help but sneer.

Even from just a few words from ordinary people, she could roughly understand the society's attitude towards magical research.

Battle, for some reason, seemed to be the dominant theme of this world. Nobles were keen to employ mages skilled in combat magic, while magical items for daily use were merely insignificant "trifles," and the techniques used to create them were also trivial trifles.

Even in the eyes of the public, only magicians who can display terrifying destructive power with just a wave of their hands and a move are considered truly powerful.

Even though Vera Valintia had spent decades single-handedly making the entire Volo Castle look brand new, she was still gossiped about by the servants as being "incompetent."

After experiencing the convenience brought by these magical devices, Sharlelei became more convinced that—