Succubus cannot be a saint

She remembered both faces, having seen them at the party last night. Both were women in their thirties. One was called Mylene, with curly brown hair, rosy cheeks, and a kind and amiable face. She looked like a smiling farm lady who would stuff you with a basket of apples. The desire number on her head was "?67".

The other was named Krona, a woman with dark hair, calm and dignified, dressed exquisitely, and wearing a pair of black gauze gloves. The number of desire on her head was "?62." She was one of the ladies who came to inquire about stockings yesterday.

"Your Highness," a mage approached Shalelei as she sat down, her face filled with anxiety and excitement. "I heard your army uses a new type of magical weapon. I wonder if it's possible..."

But before he could finish his words, the older wizard beside him interrupted him unhappily and turned to Archbishop Raymond with an apologetic smile.

Archbishop Raymond waved his hand and looked around. "Hey, where's Captain Bereya?"

"Sister Bereya got up a little late. She's exhausted from all the fighting lately," said Salare. "Don't worry, Archbishop. She'll be here soon. We can start the meeting now."

Raymond nodded and announced the start of the meeting. Soon, everyone's attention was focused on Sallele. It was clear that the main topic of this meeting was the intelligence Sallele possessed, and, although unrelated to the war, everyone was extremely interested in how she became a saint.

Sharlelei stood up, cleared her throat, and calmly recounted the process of "receiving the goddess's revelation" in Yuequan Town. She briefly mentioned the monsters and mountain people in Yuequan Town, and focused on how Baron Volo was manipulated by the cultists to attack her, and how he was killed in return.

When she mentioned "sneaking openly and honestly" under the Volo Family banner, everyone present couldn't help but sweat. But when they heard that she had disguised herself as a Volo Family soldier and infiltrated the cult army, catching them by surprise, two people on the spot couldn't contain their excitement and suddenly stood up.

Although Shalelei said it lightly, whether it was to parade past the enemy scouts as if nothing had happened or to infiltrate the cult's army, both were extremely risky decisions. The slightest mistake could result in heavy casualties for the army.

Not to mention that the person who made this decision was the delicate girl in front of him.

Archbishop Raymond looked around at the people, all looking at him with expressions of shock or admiration, and twirled his mustache with satisfaction. To him, the more genuine Charlene's identity as "God's Chosen Lady" was, the more benefits he could reap.

"But I heard that you were able to break through the rebels' siege and successfully join the Knights because you equipped your army with a new magical weapon... Could it be that you also have some research on magical equipment?"

At this moment, the elder wizard leaned toward Sharlelei. Hearing this, everyone immediately perked up.

That was a mysterious weapon that could create a "no man's land" within the cult army. Not only the two mages, but even Archbishop Raymond had his eye on it.

According to reports from the soldiers present, this weapon is a magical crossbow that can fire continuously without the need for stringing... If one has such a thing and uses it to arm one's personal guard, wouldn't that provide an extra layer of security for one's own safety?

"I knew you would ask this." Shalelei smiled and gestured for Durenna to take out the catapult magic crossbow she had prepared and place it on the table. "So I brought one here specially. Please take a look, everyone."

For a moment, except for the two female priests of the Church of Plenty, everyone else gathered around without any restraint, especially the two magicians, who squeezed to the front without any grace, surrounding the stringless crossbow inlaid with magic crystal and carefully examining it with their eyes wide open.

Sharlele watched them scrambling for the lead, desperately trying to hold back her laughter. Durenna, on the other hand, wasn't so composed and turned away, letting out a small laugh. Luckily, no one paid any attention.

These people might not know that the magic crossbow they are seeing now is a "foolproof version" specially modified by Villie. The real essence of the improved version of the catapult crossbow is still hidden by Shalelei in Graystone Town...

While laughing in her heart, Sharlene sipped her tea as if nothing had happened, looking at the two wealthy priests calmly, but the expressions of both of them were very normal, nothing special.

If the traitor is someone else, then he must have excellent acting skills.

But it didn't matter. Sharlelei didn't believe the traitor could continue to endure this. In fact, this "arms display" was her second signal to the traitor...

Image: "Pattern of the Succubus Queen's Gift", Location: "Images/1739690969-100422260-112842655.jpg"

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I tried to upload the lily meow pattern I drew

The pattern of Succubus Queen's Gift is this

The pattern on the flag of Saint Salleh was also modified based on this, but the colors are different, and the pattern is much more serious and pure!

(with a righteous look)

If you can’t see it, refresh it a few more times!

I hope I don't get banned...

When my drawing skills improve a bit, I will draw some portraits of the main characters in this book and upload them.

I'm going to try to draw the cover of my next book myself! (Fist pump)

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 181: Arms Display

"I see. By colliding the magic crystals, we can stimulate instantaneous magic power, thereby triggering the catapult spell on the rune base..."

It can only be said that they are worthy of being genuine wizards of the Magician Association. The two magicians only took a closer look at the fool-proof catapult magic crossbow and figured out the ins and outs of it.

Velie added a hammer behind the magic crossbow's power crystal, which was connected to the crossbow mechanism. When pulled, it would hit the crystal, thereby stimulating a tiny magical shock, thereby triggering the catapult array.

But just like what the little black cat said, this can be said to be a kind of "technical degradation". Directly hitting the crystal will not only cause wear and tear on the crystal itself, but the uncontrollable magic impact will also vibrate the base... To put it bluntly, the misfire rate and scrap speed are greatly increased.

But it didn't matter, this was what Shalelei wanted. She wanted these wizards to think that they were using this "stupid method" to allow ordinary people to use magical equipment.

After all, being able to mass-produce semi-spellcasters with magic-controlling abilities is truly astonishing.

Moreover, even this fool-proof magic crossbow can be triggered directly by magic control without hitting the crystal. If Shalelei's own army uses it, there is no need to worry about it being scrapped.

"What a genius idea! A low-level trick like catapultry can actually be used in such a wonderful way!" The two mages marveled, and the younger one blurted out, "Master, if we can do this, wouldn't it be possible for our apprentices to make a batch and let all the soldiers in the city..."

Before he could finish his words, his mentor slapped him on the back of the head, forcing him to lower his head and remain silent. But he still managed to utter the words, and both Archbishop Raymond and the priests present stared at them with burning eyes.

Let all the soldiers in Field City equip themselves with this kind of magical weapon...

"Things aren't as simple as everyone thinks." The elderly wizard coughed. "Not all wizard apprentices have mastered the techniques for magically transforming materials. Most apprentices haven't even touched a chisel or a carving knife. They can only cast a few simple spells... and..."

He looked around and sighed helplessly. "There are only about a hundred magic apprentices in the entire city of Field, right? Even if everyone can make magic items, how many rune bases can they make with their daily magic power? Or is the Archbishop willing to equip every apprentice with a meditation potion to restore their magic power?"

These words touched Raymond's heart, and his face turned pale.

Yes, this is the most important factor restricting the production of magic equipment - efficiency and cost issues.

The number of magic apprentices only accounts for a very small part of the entire social population, and not every apprentice can make magic items. Even if they can, their daily magic power is not enough to support them to work like ordinary craftsmen.

But Salares was different.

Listening to the conversation of these respectable people, she sneered in her heart.

Each of her succubi is a spellcaster, and they can even mass-produce half-spellcasters through the Gift of Blasphemy. Combined with the unified arcane energy hub left by Gelrae...

She could easily gather a team of arcane craftsmen that far outnumbered the number of magic apprentices and set up an arcane workshop to mass-produce magic items.

"That's right..." Archbishop Raymond coughed awkwardly and turned to look at Sallelei. "But Your Highness, I remember your bed crossbow was also very magical. Is it also powered by magic?"

"Yes. It's a magical device installed on the bed crossbows to power them. I named it the 'Magic Hand Engine.'" Sharlelei said with a calm smile. "But it's too heavy. Although I brought extra engines, I can't use them for demonstration."

The extra engine levers and wheels were all mounted on the carriage.

"You brought extra engines, which means..." Archbishop Raymond chewed on these words, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

In other words, I could try to buy it, then install it on the crossbow in Field City and use it to defend the city...

"I know what you are thinking, Archbishop. We can discuss this issue in detail after the meeting." Salares looked at him with a smile. The expression on the Archbishop's face froze, and he suddenly felt a sense of frustration that his thoughts were completely seen through.

This Saint Lady is truly worthy of the wisdom bestowed by God... I'm afraid I'm going to be slaughtered.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other respectable people immediately understood. The mages immediately requested to see this miraculous engine. However, the two priests of the Church of Plenty were still embarrassed to speak up. After all, the Church of Plenty has always advocated for aloofness and it was not appropriate to participate in such an arms display at this moment.

And naturally, Sallelei agreed to all of them with a smile. Faced with this tolerant and kind saint, everyone naturally flattered her.

"With the help of Her Highness the Saint, Field City will be safe and sound," the elderly wizard said with a smile. "When the war is over, I'd like to invite Her Highness the Saint to visit the Magicians' Association. My mentor would surely be eager to meet you, too."

"Then I will obey your command." Sharlelei nodded.

Does this count as getting a ticket to the Magicians' Guild? However, compared to myself, my little black cat at home seems more suitable for interacting with this group of mages.

At that moment, the door to the meeting room was flung open, and Bereya rushed in in a hurry. Although she looked flustered, her cheeks were rosy and healthy, with a few crumbs on the corners of her lips. Her epaulettes were tilted to one side, clearly having rushed in right after dinner.

"I'm sorry! Archbishop Raymond, I'm late!"

Seeing the Holy Bow Knight, who had shaken off his tiredness and looked exceptionally radiant, everyone present was stunned.

Salares stood up calmly, walked out of the crowd, and came to the front of the female knight. She stood on tiptoe, took out her handkerchief to wipe the crumbs from the corner of Berea's mouth, adjusted her epaulettes, and smoothed her hair.

"I told you not to be so anxious, Sister Bereya." After doing all this, the girl smiled and said, "Besides, our meeting is almost over."

As she spoke, she grabbed the female knight's arm again and whispered softly in her ear: "...Good sister, can I come to your room tonight?"

"... Uh... Eh?" Bereya stared blankly at the girl's faint smile, subconsciously touching the corner of her lips, and stood there in a daze.

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Later in the day, after the meeting.

In the dimly lit room, a figure stood by the table, staring intently at the scattered scrolls and letters spread out on the table.

The development of the situation exceeded everyone's expectations. The Saintess, waving the Holy Silver Lily Banner, suddenly appeared and not only temporarily forced their army to retreat, but also brought news of Dravidian reinforcements and... that kind of weapon.

There can be no further delay.

If that damned archbishop used that kind of thing to defend the city, they would have no hope of attacking it. Moreover, the reinforcements from Duke De Lave were expected to arrive soon.

Damn it, how could this happen? Why did a saint bestowed by the Goddess of Light descend from the sky at this critical moment...

Is it possible that the goddess who has existed for over a thousand years is still watching over the world and interfering with its operation?

Why can this god survive in the world, while the master who can bring a beautiful world to himself must sleep in a dream?

The figure slammed his fist on the desk, causing the ink bottle to fall over and ink to flow everywhere.

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 182: Don't Compare Too Much as a Succubus

That evening.

Isadore sat on the bed in Salora's bedroom, flipping through the prayer book in boredom. Beneath her nun's robe, a pair of white silk feet kept dangling.

There is no doubt that this pair of white silk shoes is definitely Sharlene's "masterpiece".

"What on earth did Sister Sasha go to do?" She murmured to herself, turning another page. Every word in the book flowed through her eyes, but not a single one of it flowed into her heart.

The cathedral in Field was magnificent, several times larger and more beautiful than the Castle of Volo. For a short while, she had been wandering around it with great interest, exploring it with great enthusiasm and playing hide-and-seek with imaginary "ghosts." But without Charlene by her side, she gradually became bored.

It was the first time for her to come to such a beautiful cathedral, but Sister Sasha was not around. She didn't know what she was doing. It was really a bit disappointing and made the little succubus feel empty inside.

She looked around and suddenly saw the communication mirror on the bedside table. Her eyes lit up and she immediately reached out to take it.

"How do I use this? It seems like I need to shout out something, um... Wei... Wei or something like that," Isadore pondered, and suddenly remembered the nickname of the elf girl that Shalelei had called before, "Um... Weilie?"

The next moment, the gem on the frame lit up, and under Isadore's surprised gaze, Willie's voice came out.

"Oh? Her Highness the Saint was away from home, yet she found time to contact me despite her busy schedule. It must be something important, right? Unfortunately, I'm busy right now."

The girl's voice was a little harsh, but there was a hint of anticipation.

But unfortunately, it was Isadore who heard these words.

"Nothing's wrong?" the little succubus said, "Have you eaten?"

Willie: “…………”

"Why are you here?" After a moment of awkward silence, she said coldly, "Why, isn't your sister Sasha with you?"

"Why, why are you meddling in other people's business!" Isadore was a little annoyed. "I... Sister Sasha and I sleep together every night!"

Hearing this, Willie's heart suddenly trembled in Graystone Town. These two succubi slept together every night. Doesn't that mean... already... Oh my god, that woman has already attacked such a young child... No, since they are succubi, whether or not mortal ethics apply to them is another matter...

Seeing that Willie didn't answer, Isadore laughed even more proudly, puffing out her cute little pouts. "Hehe, you've got nothing to say. Sister Sasha and I don't just sleep together, we do a lot of other things too!"

"And a lot of other things too!" Velie screamed, remembering the strange noises she'd heard when she was little, coming from her mothers' bedrooms late at night. "You, you, you, you... You're shameless! Perverts! Devils! What the hell have you done?"

"You, you are shameless, you are perverted! Why should I tell you!"

"Oh? It doesn't look like you two are that close. Then could you please stop showing off your relationship in front of me? It's such an eyesore."

"B-Damn it! Then listen carefully!"

Willie, who was far away on the other side, couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and put her feet together under her nightgown. She was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"Me, me and sister Sasha, me and sister Sasha—" Isadore's voice came from the communication mirror, "Every day, every night, she would... uh... every night..."

What's going on every night?! Stop making those weird noises!

Willie was going crazy.

"She would let me... let me smell her scent every night..."

But after hearing Isadore's last words, the elf girl was stunned with her heart pounding.

But she waited for a long time, but there was still no follow-up, so she gritted her teeth and asked, "Smell the smell... then what?"

"And then? What else do you want?"

"Wait, wait a minute. You said you do this and that every night. Could this be what you're referring to?" Velie was stunned.

"Yes, yes? Isn't this enough? Sister Sasha and I have such a relationship! Are you dissatisfied with anything?"

Listening to Isadore's angry shouts, Willie suddenly felt that she was really stupid. She actually thought that woman would attack such a stupid child.

"...Haha...that's all your relationship with her...Haha, what am I worrying about...Really..."

The mirror fell on the bed, and Willie leaned weakly on the back of the wheelchair and let out a long sigh.