Succubus cannot be a saint

"No, you are too polite, Lady Saint. Your wonderful instrument is certainly worth the price." Archbishop Raymond took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his smile was very forced.

"You're too kind. Actually, I have something else I'd like to ask Your Excellency the Archbishop." Salares smiled slightly. "How much do you know about the demonic disaster three hundred years ago?"

Archbishop Raymond was stunned.

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 185: I Will Wear the Collar

"The demonic plague? Hmm... that's a long story." Raymond seemed to be surprised that Salares would suddenly ask such a historical question. He was stunned for a moment, but his expression quickly returned to normal and he fell into deep thought. "Let me think about where to start... Three hundred years ago, humans still had four kingdoms, and there was no Church of the God of War in the Church of the Seven Gods..."

The archbishop clapped his hands and asked the maid to pour tea for the two of them. He took a sip of the tea and looked blankly into the void in front of him. This behavior made Salaret speculate maliciously whether he was struggling to recall the contents of the history textbook.

"At that time, in addition to the three kingdoms of Griffin, Stag, and Falcon, there was a fourth kingdom in the south, the Grey Falcon Kingdom. But on the day the demonic plague broke out, countless demons poured out from the Grey Falcon Kingdom's capital, blood flowed everywhere, and countless lives were lost. The kingdom was submerged in the demonic tide, and the god they believed in was forgotten by the world. To this day, there is no record of his reappearance."

"Who is that god?" For some reason, Shalelei's heart suddenly tightened.

Raymond didn't notice anything unusual about Sharlene. He slowly put down his teacup and uttered a name.

"…Love God, Ishna."

"At that time, there was no place for the God of War among the Seven Gods, but the Grey Falcon Kingdom believed in this god who was in charge of love, beauty, and art."

Then he shrugged and smiled nonchalantly, "Of course, they have all become the dust of history now."

Love, Ishna.

Sharlelei kept chewing on the name, and her heart could not calm down no matter what.

The succubus was born in the demonic disaster three hundred years ago, and the Church of the God of Love and even the God of Love himself disappeared in this disaster.

So, what is the connection between the succubus and this ancient, vanished god of love?

What is the connection between the "love, division, madness, and God-forsakenness" mentioned in the "Joyful Blessing" and this God of love?

Obviously, Raymond couldn't answer this question. But perhaps there might be some clues in the books at Field Seminary...

"Please allow me to ask one more question..." Salares suppressed her flustered emotions and feigned a nonchalant air. "Archbishop, have you ever heard of the term 'forsaken by God'?"

Archbishop Raymond frowned slightly. Charlene's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but her hands clenched into fists under the table.

But soon, he shook his head in confusion, "I have never heard of this word, Your Highness. How did you know it?"

"An ancient tome from the Castle of Volo." Sharlelei felt a pang of disappointment in her heart. She calmly wiped the sweat from her palms on her skirt. "The Archbishop need not take it seriously. It's probably just the ravings of a heretic."

"I think so." Archbishop Raymond nodded. At this time, a sister of battle came quickly and whispered something in his ear. He raised his head and smiled at Charlene.

"Your Highness, I've completed the arrangements here. Now it all depends on when the 'big fish' takes the bait."

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Late that night, in Berea's room.

Low moans echoed in the incense-filled room. Bereya stood in front of the full-length mirror, breathing rapidly. Gradually, her blurry vision began to clear until she could see the image in the mirror clearly.

She saw herself, the candlelight illuminating her slender body, casting beautiful shadows on the smooth curves of her muscles.

It seemed to be the same scene as the previous two days.

Bereya recalled vaguely. Yes, just like the previous two days, today she had invited little Shalelei into her room and asked her to give her a massage. The thought of that wonderful feeling made her whole body burn, and her eyes blurred.

"Little Charlene... No, Saint..."

The female knight twisted her body and involuntarily wrapped her arms around herself. At this moment, she suddenly discovered that a collar had appeared on the table in front of her.

There was no way she could mistake the leather collar with the silver inlays. It was the collar of the griffin, Golden Wing, the one she had put on his neck herself.

But why is it here now...?

Was this a dream? Yesterday, I seemed to be... hazily dreaming about confessing my sins to the Saint.

At the end of that dream, there was a moment when I desperately wanted to become Golden Wing, a "mount" that only needed to obey orders, without having to think, make choices, or take responsibilities, and completely free myself from the difficult choices and heavy responsibilities.

His upright comrades, including Waldo, still don't know that they handed over the Knights' scrapped weapons to the Archbishop, asking him to sell them in the name of the Holy Relic Tour, and used lies and deception to exchange for the Knights' military pay.

Every penny they spent on bread was stained with their sins.

Whenever she thought of this, Berea felt as if her heart was being squeezed tight and she had difficulty breathing.

Having committed such a sin, he dared not tell his comrades about it, and shamelessly remained in his position as the head of the group. Could he really guarantee that he would refuse Raymond's second "Sacred Relic Tour" again, adding to his sins?

"Goddess, please... please forgive my weakness, please forgive my sins. I was blinded by pride and made an irreparable mistake..."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as Bereya stared at herself in the mirror, slowly reaching her hands towards the collar in front of her.

"Please also... forgive my evasion. I... dare not face my sins. Waldo is right. I am not qualified to be the leader of the Knights. I don't have the courage... After all, I can only be a 'mount', not a 'knight'..."

The woman's trembling fingers untied the collar, she closed her eyes, letting the tears flow silently, and then tied it around her neck.

When she opened her eyes again, her watery pupils had lost their light.

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at the same time.

In a hazy and chaotic space, Sharlele opened her eyes.

In her last memory, she should have come to Berea's room as usual, ready to continue training this female knight who appeared strong on the outside but was fragile on the inside.

But somehow, in the blink of an eye, he found himself in this familiar chaotic space.

"Oh, I remember now..." She snapped her fingers, "This place seems to be the same as Sister Ophelin's dream."

Could it be that my ability to enter dreams randomly has been activated again, and I have entered someone's dream?

The next moment, an indistinct and peaceful female voice echoed in this chaotic space.

"Oh, now I remember... This place seems to be the same as Sister Ophelin's dream..."

--Um?

Salaret's face changed.

Wasn't that what she had just said? Could this echo... be her own voice?

That's how Ophelin heard her own voice in her dream. But now... she heard her own voice?

"Wait, something's wrong—this is a Stand attack!"

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 186: Who is whose pet?

——Dream magic.

Almost instantly, Sharlelei reacted. She was certain that it was the cultist's inner demon who cast a dream spell, causing her to fall into her own dream.

But there is one thing that the other party did not expect. As a succubus, Sharlele also has the ability to control dreams and can offset the influence of dream magic to a certain extent.

Sharlelei clearly remembered that she had been with Bereya before she entered the dream. So how was Bereya now?

"I must leave this dream immediately!"

As this thought flashed through her mind, the endless chaotic space in front of her seemed to be drawn by her consciousness and began to boil and spin rapidly.

"Huh?" The next moment, an unclear female voice exclaimed in the chaotic fog, and then the fog collapsed. In the blink of an eye, Sharlele returned to Berea's room.

Only this time, there were two more figures in the room.

The naked Bereya stood in front of her. The female knight was like a puppet, with a dazed and dull look in her eyes. There was no light in her watery eyes, and there was a silver-studded leather collar around her neck.

Next to Berea was a black-haired lady with delicate makeup and wearing a pair of gloves.

"We meet again, Ms. Crona," Sharlene said with a proper smile on her face, nodding to her, as if this were a formal social gathering, not an attack against a dream. "Or should I call you 'Poison Peony'?"

This time, the elegant and reserved pastor's face twisted slightly, revealing a sinister smile. "It seems that bitch Kressa has told everything. Although I'm curious about how you got that information out of her, it doesn't matter anymore."

"If you're curious, I'll demonstrate it to you later." Sharlelei nodded calmly and looked around. "There's no sense of the real world... Is this Sister Berea's dream?"

"You have a good eye, 'Your Highness the Saint.'" The smile on Krona's, or rather, Poison Peony's, face gradually disappeared, becoming gloomy and cold.

"Aren't you curious about how I escaped from the dream?" Sharlene winked at her playfully.

"I'm not curious." Poison Peony said coldly, "Because even if you break free from the dream, it's useless—" She turned her head to look at Belea, who was like a doll, confused and naked, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"——Let's take a look at this Holy Archer Knight! I never thought this seemingly righteous Paladin would be so shameless in his dreams! I was worried that dream magic wouldn't work on you two, but she fell into my control almost instantly, without even the slightest resistance, and easily fell into my control!"

"Do you know how much she longs to submit to others? Do you know how deeply she longs to be someone else's slave and pet? The leader of the illustrious Knights of the Radiant Feathers turns out to be this kind of person... How ridiculous! Are all the people in your Church of Light born slaves like this?"

The corners of Sallelei's mouth twitched.

...Don't you think about who trained her to be like this?

Then, Poison Peony's laughter suddenly stopped. Her black eyes flashed with a cold light, and she stared at Shalelei like a venomous snake choosing its prey.

"Time for idle chat is over, Saint. Tomorrow morning, someone will discover that you and this Holy Bow Knight have both bled to death... With the Saint and the Knight Commander dead, Field City will undoubtedly be in chaos..."

She spoke sinisterly, slowly raising her black-gloved hand, "Kill her, my little pet."

As soon as she finished speaking, the puppet-like Berea suddenly rushed towards Sharlelei!

Sharlele stood motionless, calmly watching Bereya charge toward her. Just before the female knight's hands were about to grab her slender neck, the girl smiled softly.

"It's still unclear who is whose pet."

Du Mudan's expression suddenly changed!

The moment these words left her mouth, the female knight turned around and rushed towards her without hesitation. In a flash of white, she was in front of her, and a white fist quickly enlarged in her field of vision.

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"--what!"

Bereya suddenly jumped up from the sofa. She looked around blankly and found that she was dressed neatly. Sallelei was sitting next to her. Her lavender eyes slowly opened and looked at her with a smile.

"I...I am..."

The scenes from her dream kept flashing back in the knight's mind: her naked self in the mirror, her most secret monologue, and the collar she had put on her neck with her own hands...

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched her neck. Of course, the collar wasn't there. While feeling relieved, Bereya also felt a sense of loss. Putting on the collar in her dream, letting go of all thoughts, and shedding all burdens felt so light and wonderful...

"Sister Bereya."

When the girl's voice sounded, Berea screamed again. As soon as her eyes met with Sharlele's, she looked away as if she had been electrocuted. She was timid and did not dare to look directly at the face of the Saint.

The female knight vaguely remembered that in that extremely embarrassing dream, Sharlalei was also present. And she was so happy to put on the collar in front of her, and her heart felt so sweet...

"Saint, Saint Lady, I, what happened to us..."

"We were attacked by a dream spell and fell into a dream, Sister Bereya." Sharlele smiled sweetly and grabbed Bereya's hand. "Do you remember what happened in the dream? You quickly broke free of the illusion and gave that cultist a good beating!"

"Did I...did I teach that cultist a lesson?" Bereya's pale cheeks gradually regained a hint of color, and she exhaled a sigh of relief. "I don't remember it very clearly..."

Fortunately, fortunately it was just a dream.

But even so, the sweet joy of revealing her entire self in front of Sharlene was too real. Even just recalling it made her get goose bumps all over her body, and her eyes would glance at the dignified and gentle Saint from time to time.

"Alright, Sister Bereya, the dream is over. Archbishop Raymond's plan should have taken effect. It's time for us to face the battle...my little pet."

When she said the last sentence, the girl's voice suddenly became softer, like the buzz of a mosquito.

"Okay... Hey, what did you say?" Bereya was stunned.

"Nothing." The girl's smile was sweet and innocent.

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"--ah!!"

Du Mudan roared angrily and suddenly jumped up. In the candlelight, two streams of dirty blood slowly flowed from her nose and dripped onto the hem of her black skirt.

What on earth was going on… That extremely fragile-willed female knight was clearly under my control, so why did she suddenly turn against me?

Although Bereya's fist didn't actually strike her face, the mental impact of the uncontrolled dream was real. The backlash of the spell left her with a sharp, knife-like pain in her head, and her vision was shrouded in a bloody blur.

...No, he hadn't lost yet. Although the attack in the dream had failed and the fake identity of "Crona" had been exposed, he still had a backup plan. As long as he could create chaos in Field City at night, there was still a possibility of a comeback.

But the next moment, her expression changed.

A series of hurried footsteps were heard outside the window - the Church of Abundance had been surrounded.

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory: Chapter 187: Closing the Net and Catching the Fish