Succubus cannot be a saint

The banquet ended amidst laughter and joy, and Sallelei was freed from endless social engagements.

It is worth mentioning that many ladies came to her and asked her vaguely what new stockings on her feet were. Charlotte smiled mysteriously and told them that she would give them some after the war, and let them leave happily.

...Just consider it as an advance investment in entering the Western fashion industry.

As Sharlelei had expected, not long after the banquet, Bishop Raymond brought her and Bereya to his study. After the door closed, the bishop's face suddenly darkened.

"Your Highness, I need an explanation from you for this." Although he called her "Your Highness", the bishop's tone was not polite and was a bit serious.

"Nothing, just some false news to boost morale," said Sharlene calmly. "Respectable people always need something to look forward to, so they'll stay in the city with their wallets, right?"

If we tell them that the situation is not optimistic, their first reaction will definitely be to escape with their guards and property, and the city will undoubtedly be in chaos again.

Archbishop Raymond's face paled and sank, and he finally managed a forced smile. "Your Highness, the Saint, is truly thoughtful. God's chosen saints are indeed able to predict the future... Then who is this spy you're talking about?"

"Oh, that's fake." Charlotte said calmly.

"So that's it, it's fake?" The archbishop breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's true that there's a spy, but the other sentence is false," Sharlene added lazily.

"What!?" The Archbishop gasped, coughing for breath, then glared at Salleh. "Your Highness! This is a serious matter, please stop joking! Which of these statements is false?"

"'I don't know the identity of the spy.'" Sharlelei shrugged and smiled. "I captured a cultist from Greystone Town and extracted a lot of information from her. There's a spy from the Nightmare Cult hidden within the Church of Plenty in Field City."

"What!?" This time, even Berea screamed in surprise. The female knight immediately drew the ceremonial sword at her waist and said, "Then let's go immediately—"

"Wait, Sister Berea," said Shailelei helplessly, "I only know that the spy is hiding in the Church of Plenty, but I don't know who the spy is."

Berea's cheeks flushed slightly, and she put away her sword awkwardly.

"That's why you said those words in public, letting the news reach the ears of that spy. Your identity might be exposed, and the Duke's reinforcements are about to arrive. He will definitely take action to dismantle Field from within, and then capture the city in one fell swoop..."

Archbishop Raymond said thoughtfully that this time he completely understood what Salares wanted to do.

"The Archbishop is indeed a wise man. I'll trouble you to make the arrangements next," Sallelei praised. But looking at the charmingly smiling girl before him, the Archbishop felt no joy at all.

He originally wanted to falsely announce good news to boost morale, but he didn't expect to be beaten to it by this crazy rich girl who had just arrived.

"How could this little girl be so cunning? Is she a cunning shrew in the Duke of Dravi, or is she endowed with wisdom by the goddess?" Archbishop Raymond grumbled inwardly, but smiled. "Of course. But please, Her Highness, tell us what exactly happened in Greystone Town?"

"If the Archbishop hadn't been so eager to hold the banquet, I would have told you by now." Salleh sighed pretentiously, and Archbishop Raymond's face turned pale again. He could only smile awkwardly.

Now in his eyes, Sharlele is no longer a political resource that fell from the sky, nor is she a simple little girl who has mastered divine power, but an opponent who can have a dialogue with him on an equal footing.

It is still uncertain who is whose political resource.

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After this short meeting, Berea felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

Unlike the guests who stayed in the mansion drinking and having fun, she actually went to the battlefield. After a round of fighting, she was dragged to a banquet for socializing, and she had to endure the obscene looks from the nobles...

She might as well go back to the battlefield.

She didn't quite understand what Her Highness the Saint and the Archbishop said. She only knew that the traitor hiding in the Church of Plenty was about to take action, and she was extremely nervous.

After saying goodbye to Sharlene and the Archbishop, she planned to return to her room. But just after taking a few steps, she heard a pretty girl's voice behind her:

"Sister Bereya."

Bereya turned around and saw Shailelei looking at her with a smile. She was surprised and delighted: "Saint... Saint? Why... your room is not in this direction, right?"

"I saw that Sister Bereya was too tired and was a little worried, so I followed her." The girl came forward with her hands behind her back, skipping and jumping, and the fullness of her chest also bounced.

"Ah, was I, was I that obvious?" Berea was slightly startled. Salares pouted and nodded. "Yes, sister, you look terrible. You have to manage the Knights, fight wars, socialize, and deal with those lecherous nobles... I'm a girl too, so I understand everything! It would be strange if you weren't exhausted."

After hearing these words, Berea felt warm in her heart, and she couldn't help but have a better impression of this girl.

"When I was in the Duke's Mansion, I learned some massage techniques from the maid. I wonder if Sister Berea is interested in trying it?" Sharlelei blinked and smiled sweetly.

Her voice was sweet and gentle, penetrating Berea's ears like a feather, tickling her with an indescribable pleasure. The Holy Bow Knight gazed at the charming woman before him in a daze, nodding involuntarily.

"Then... I'll trouble Her Majesty the Saint."

It must be very comfortable if such a beautiful girl uses her white and soft hands to massage me...

Seeing that Berea's eyes were a little blurred and the number of desire above her head was flickering slightly, the smile on Shailelei's lips became more charming.

The traitor in the Church of Plenty must be caught, and the female knight must also be captured, only then can it be considered complete.

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 179: The Beginning of the Fall of Happiness

But in front of Berea's room, there was already a knight standing there waiting.

This middle-aged man in military uniform has a face as if it were chiseled by a knife and an axe, his skin is rough and weathered, but he has a strong physique, a faint gleam in his eyes, and his every move is full of power. He looks like an extraordinary warrior.

"Belle..." The middle-aged knight's face was gloomy. He took a step forward with a thick book in his hand, glanced at Sharlelei, and then abruptly changed his words, "Captain."

"Uncle Waldo... uh, Waldo, what happened?" Bereya's eyes cleared slightly, and the blush on her face began to fade. The knight named Waldo stepped forward and handed her the booklet, frowning unhappily.

"Captain, did Raymond ask you to drink again?" He did not address him as "Archbishop" but called him by his name, and his tone was extremely impolite, with a hint of contempt.

"No, no, I didn't drink..." Berea defended herself embarrassedly, but Waldo looked at her flushed cheeks and blurry eyes, and said "tsk" coldly, obviously not believing it at all.

Behind her, Sallelei secretly laughed inwardly. It wasn't the alcohol at all; it was clearly the succubus's allure.

However, this Knight Waldo...

Charlene glanced at the knight calmly. He was not wearing armor, and his clothes were a little worn.

Are the Knights of the Radiant Feather so strapped for cash? Aren't they Archbishop Raymond's personal army?

Her eyes swept across the booklet in Bereya's hand, and rows of numbers came into view. Accustomed to dealing with account books from other worlds, Sharlele recognized it immediately. Yes, it was an account book.

It seems the Knights are really in financial trouble...

"I understand, Waldo. I...I'll try to resolve this matter." Bereya flipped through the account book, her cheeks turning a little pale. But Waldo still stared into her eyes, not at all reassured by her promise.

"Her Highness the Saint and I still have some things to discuss. Tomorrow...tomorrow I will go to see the Archbishop..." Seeing that Waldo had no intention of leaving, Berea's tone softened a bit. She didn't dare to look up and meet his gaze, like a child who had made a mistake in front of his parents.

After a moment's silence, Waldo nodded, bowed to Sharlene, and left without a word.

Berea let out a long sigh, opened the door, and gave Sharlele a somewhat apologetic and weak smile with her eyes downcast. "I'm truly incompetent as the Knight Commander. I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself... Please come in, Saint."

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Just through the interaction between Berea and Waldo, Sharlele had a better understanding of the current situation of the Knights.

Archbishop Raymond didn't seem to allocate enough military funds to the Knights, and Bereya was only powerful in arms, but neither her character nor her management skills made her a poor leader. And Waldo, who was supposed to be the Knights' second-in-command, had some complaints about both Bereya and Raymond...

I didn't expect that the "Holy Bow Knight" who is famous to the outside world actually has such a side.

But it was also good this way, as it would make it easier for her to take advantage of the situation. Sharlelei pondered calmly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Who could have imagined that the "God's Chosen Saint" who displayed earth-shaking miracles of holy light and led the army to help in times of need would actually be a succubus?

At least this was something the female knight in front of him, who trusted him completely, would never have thought of.

"It's okay. We all have our share of hardships... Then let's get started, Sister Bereya?" Stepping into Bereya's room, Sharlelei looked around with a smile. "First, would you please take off your clothes, Sister Bereya?"

"T-Take off your clothes!?" Bereya hugged her chest in embarrassment and pleaded softly, "Um, is it really necessary? Can't we just do it through the clothes?"

"It's best to take off your clothes. Don't worry, we're all girls, it's no problem. How about I take off my clothes first?" Sallelei winked, and then, true to her word, began to undress. Her long skirt and corset fell to the ground, and the girl, wearing only her underskirt and knee-length white stockings, came to the bedside, unapologetically displaying her curvaceous figure.

Looking at the plump fruit that pushed up the clothes and the wonderful fabric wrapped around her thighs, Berea swallowed involuntarily, breathing in the sweet fragrance that had filled the air at some point, and her skin began to feel slightly hot.

Soon, the female knight took off her clothes like a demon. When she was dressed, she was a handsome, elegant and gentle beauty in men's clothing, but after stripping off her clothes and revealing her well-trained and slender body, she took on a touch of the fierceness and aggressiveness of a carnivore.

The perfectly defined muscles were evenly distributed across the female knight's body, not overshadowing her natural femininity. Instead, they accentuated her figure, her chest towering, her hips rounded, her thighs slender and firm like jade pillars, and her defined abdominal muscles and waistcoat brimming with a feral energy...

"Wow, she looks thin when she's dressed, and has muscles when she's undressed..." Sharlelei looked at the female leopard who was taking off her clothes in front of her without any concealment, and exclaimed in her heart.

"Um, Your Highness, please don't stare at me like that..." In stark contrast to that agile figure, Bereya shyly covered her body with her arms, "Um, um, what should I do next..."

"Sister Berea, are you still calling me Saint?" Salaret frowned slightly and pointed at the bed in feigned anger. "Hurry and lie down over there! I'm going to punish you!"

"I, I understand, little Shailelei... that..." Berea's face turned redder. She untied her hair and slowly climbed onto the bed, exposing her muscular back. From behind, one could even see the voluptuous outlines of her body on both sides.

"Okay, so the massage will start soon, okay?"

While the lack of essential oils and incense was a bit disappointing, it wouldn't be too late to prepare such things later. Sharlelei narrowed her eyes in delight and approached Berea, placing her two soft, white hands on her back, causing the woman to let out a soft "Ah!"

"Don't be nervous, Sister Bereya...listen to me."

The girl's sweet voice echoed in the air, creating invisible spiritual ripples. Bereya's aqua eyes gradually became hazy and her thinking became dull.

"Sister, do you believe me?"

Listening to the girl's voice in a daze, Berea couldn't help but nodded.

How could she not trust Her Highness the Saint? She had saved her "Golden Wings" and resolved the crisis in Field City...why wouldn't she trust Her Highness?

"Then Sister Bereya, you will feel very comfortable next. You must remember this kind of happiness, and you will become more and more dependent on it..."

The sweet voice seemed to turn into a light feather, scratching the depths of Berea's heart, making her involuntarily think along the lines of what Sharlele said, and she couldn't help but feel a little more anticipation for the upcoming "massage".

At the same time, the pair of soft, white hands were slowly massaging her body, kneading her sore shoulders and tense back. Every touch seemed to remove a bit of fatigue from her body, making her feel as if she were soaked in hot water, lazy and indescribably comfortable.

"Remember this touch, imprint it deep into your body...When you are alone with me, you will feel relaxed and peaceful..."

The girl's voice echoed softly, and Berea's consciousness sank into a haze, as if she was about to fall asleep. She listened to her whispers in a peaceful and relaxed state.

"My dear, my dear Sister Berea, you must be very tired and exhausted, right? Whether it's the affairs of the Knights or the war, you must not have relaxed in a long time..."

"It's okay, I will be your listener. I will tolerate you, comfort you, and let you talk. I won't laugh at you, so you can tell me everything in your heart..."

Amidst Sharlele's whispers, Berea almost collapsed into a puddle of mud, lazily lying on the bed, her crystal blue eyes lazily closed, her breathing became calm and long, as if she had sunk into a comfortable and peaceful, half-asleep and half-awake dream.

"Beside me, you are just a little girl who can act like a spoiled child at will. Don't think about anything, just follow your emotions..."

Salleh's hands moved from her back to her shoulders, then back to her shoulders. Each gentle touch felt like a gentle pressure on her heart. The girl's voice, sometimes high-pitched and moving, sometimes low and gentle, constantly tugged at Bereya's heartstrings, completely losing her ability to think, and she could only sink into the beautiful prison woven by the girl's words...

At the same time, in Sharlele's eyes, the "?78" on the female knight's head rose silently to "?80".

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory: Chapter 180: Assimilation and Catch the Traitor

The next morning, Bereya woke up slowly, looked at the ceiling in confusion, and blinked.

After opening her eyes, her first feeling was: refreshed.

The whole person seemed to be reborn, the fatigue of the past few days was swept away, and the body became much lighter.

The only drawback was that her body was covered in sticky sweat, which was quite uncomfortable. She lifted the quilt and rubbed her sticky legs, thinking back to everything that happened last night, her cheeks involuntarily reddening like big apples.

That Saint Lady… no, little Sallelei… actually gave me a massage herself. And because it was so comfortable, I seemed to fall asleep not long after. I only remember her whispering something softly in my ear. When I woke up, my memory was a blur, but that incredible comfort and satisfaction remained in my heart.

It’s like... having a close friend who I can confide in.

"A friend...whom I can talk to..." Bereya muttered to herself while sitting on the bed, stroking her cheek subconsciously.

Little Sharlelei was right. As the leader of the Knights, her life was truly exhausting. Even though she could withstand physical fatigue as a transcendent warrior, she could never overcome the mental exhaustion.

She stood up and looked around. Sallelei was no longer in the room, leaving only a faint lingering fragrance. Her clothes were neatly folded and placed beside the bed, along with some bottles and jars and a thin piece of paper. The handwriting on the letter was elegant and light, obviously written by a young girl.

"Remember to take a good bath first, Sister Bereya. I'll leave the essential oils and fragrance here. Don't forget to eat breakfast, too. Make sure you have a full stomach and smell good to greet the new day."

"Little Sallelei..." Berea held the letter in her hand, a warm feeling welling up in her heart and her eyes became slightly warm.

Ever since the mentor was transferred to the Holy Flame Castle, it seemed that no one had spoken to him so gently, nor had he heard such detailed advice.

If only I could talk to her a little longer, spend a little more time alone with her...

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"Your Highness, Ms. Durenna, please come this way."

A battle sister led Sharlelei and Durenna into the cathedral's meeting hall. Unlike ordinary nuns, these saints, who had received combat training since childhood, wore tight-fitting trousers and tops that facilitated movement, and wore long swords at their waists, retaining only the headscarf as a symbol of nunhood.

They are responsible for guarding the cathedral and the archbishop himself. Although not all of them are extraordinary warriors, they are also the elite among the elite. Such a combat nun can at least fight against five or six Quanzhen guards alone.

Of course, the premise is that there is no catapult magic crossbow.

At this time, many people were already waiting in the conference hall, not to mention Archbishop Raymond. Salares also saw two wizard representatives from the Magicians Association, the chief of the Field Priests, and two priests from the Church of Plenty.

Sharlele walked past the crowd with a smile, nodding in greeting and observing the two priests of abundance calmly.

After all, Coresa said that the "Poison Peony" of the Nightmare Cult was lurking in the Church of Plenty. I wonder if she is among these two people.