Succubus cannot be a saint

After telling Willie the important things about the war in Field City, there was silence in the mirror for a moment, and then a short sob was heard.

"I, I don't care..." the elf girl said in a trembling voice, as if frightened by the word "war". "If you don't come back, I won't let you go... Right, right..." She seemed to remember something, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, "Demand... I want to use 'demand' on you..."

"Why, you want me to come back alive?" Sharlelei couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this little black cat's thoughts were really easy to guess. Almost at the same time, Willie's voice rang out: "My first request is, I, I want you... I want you to come back alive... Ah!"

After she said this, she realized that she had used the same words as Sallelei, and she let out a soft cry, not sure whether it was shame or annoyance.

"I know. I will come back alive." After a long time, Shailelei smiled warmly and said softly.

If Viliye could see her through the mirror, she would find that the smile on the face of the "Succubus Queen" now did not have a trace of evil or charm, but was just like the warm smile of a girl next door.

But this smile caught Berea's eye. She stared blankly at the pure smile on her master's face, and could not help but be mesmerized.

Who is this smile for? And who is this "Miss Mirror"?

Although Willie did not see Sallelei at the moment, even through the mirror, Sallelei could vaguely feel that the little black cat's clever little brain was turning like a high-speed machine, emitting scorching heat.

"Also, another request..." Her voice was laced with anxious gasps. Sharlelei could even imagine Willie clutching the mirror tightly with both hands. What would she ask for? Just thinking about it made Sharlelei feel her heart leap with joy, and she couldn't help but look forward to it.

But what she heard was:

"You, you are not allowed to do anything bad to Isadore... to that little fool... at least not before I agree... "

……ah?

For a moment, Sharlelei's mind went blank. Berea was also stunned upon hearing this. After a while, Willie suddenly said in exasperation, "You... why aren't you saying anything? You don't really want to attack such a young child! Pervert! Demon! Shameless!"

I am a succubus, and so are you, my Miss Mirror.

Salile couldn't help but laugh, but her laughter was caught by Willie, who shrieked again, "W-What are you laughing at!"

"How dare I? I am a shameless perverted devil. If I don't attack Isadore, who should I attack? My dear teacher, are you willing to finish what we did that day?" Salile said with a smile.

When she mentioned the "perverted demon", Willie snorted, and when she mentioned "attack Isadore", Willie said "Ah?". When she said the last sentence, the girl screamed in panic.

"That, that day? Which day was that... Pervert! Damn it! You, you bastard! It's, it's not... It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

At first, Willie didn't understand what she meant, but she soon realized what she meant. Even through the mirror, the burning heat on her cheek seemed to be transmitted to Sallelei's palm, as well as her increasingly rapid breathing and heartbeat...

But finally, like a string snapping, a stream of Elvish mixed with Common burst out incoherently, disturbing Sharlele to the point of panic. Finally, with a snap, the string snapped. No matter how Sharlele shouted the activation words, Villier remained silent, only faint whimpers could be heard.

Bereya knelt beside the bed, staring blankly at the conversation between her master and that "Miss Mirror," her heart pounding with anxiety...

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And so, until dawn the next day, Willie didn't "call" again.

The next morning, Archbishop Raymond sent for Salares and Berea. After dressing and washing, Salares watched the female knight carefully tie the ribbon around her neck, narrowing her eyes and smiling with pleasure.

When they arrived at the meeting hall of the cathedral, not only Bishop Raymond, but also the archpriest of the clergy, the president of the Sisters of Combat, the commander of the guards and other high-ranking officials in the city, as well as Isadore and Durenna had arrived.

Perhaps it was because the luminous "cannon" last night was too shocking, when everyone saw Sharlele coming, they all looked at her with admiration and amazement.

Even Archpriest Whitham, the mid-level priest who led the Field Clergy, couldn't help but look at her with a complicated expression.

The archpriest hadn't participated in the battle the previous night, having only heard about it from others. When he heard about "light-guided arrows the thickness of a bucket," his first reaction was, "How could that be possible?" But the combat nuns present all agreed, and he couldn't help but believe it.

The Light Realm does have powerful offensive spells, the fifth-ring "Sun Beam" being one of them. However, to use the first-ring "Light Guide Arrow" to such an effect, one must possess a deep magical power.

Whitham asked himself, as a mid-level priest, he could certainly do it, but he was already in his fifties, and this "God's Chosen Saint" before him was probably less than twenty years old...

As the host of this meeting, Archbishop Raymond looked very worried at this time. He glanced at the ribbon on Berea's neck and did not notice anything unusual.

The female knight was just the same as before, tall and slender, standing straight with a resolute expression, except that her cheeks were slightly red, and she would secretly glance at Sharlene from time to time without making a sound.

On the contrary, it was Isadore and Durenna who looked at the Holy Bow Knight with a faint blush on her face and a somewhat unnatural expression and posture, and then looked at the ribbon around her neck, and naturally understood - their own Saint Lady had attacked a girl again.

The two succubi looked at each other, and their eyes dimmed slightly at the same time.

Upon seeing Isadore and Durenna, Bereya was surprised. She could tell at this point that these two girls were also succubi.

Her first reaction was - how many succubus followers does the master have?

But soon, Berea came to her senses - this was natural, it was impossible for the master to have only me as a succubus, but... but...

But that succubus nun who could cast the divine power of light seemed... seemed to be the "Isadore" that Miss Mirror mentioned last night, the "Isadore" who forbade her master from doing anything bad to her...

At the thought of this, Berea's face instantly turned red as an apple, and she began to cough violently. Archbishop Raymond glanced at her strangely, but at the moment, he was preoccupied and didn't take it to heart.

"Your Highness." Seeing Sallelei, Archbishop Raymond's gloomy face finally cracked with a smile. "I reported your case to His Holiness the Pope, and he immediately initiated an emergency canonization process. You can only wait for good news here."

As soon as the words "canonization resolution" were uttered, everyone present gasped, except for the three succubi from Yuequan Town who were a little confused.

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 193: The Dark Mother of Fertility

"Archbishop Raymond, forgive my ignorance, but what is the canonization resolution...?" From the reactions of the people around her, Sharlele could tell that this "canonization resolution" was undoubtedly something very important.

Archbishop Raymond looked around and explained wearily, "The canonization of saints is a matter of great importance. Even for me, it requires the convening of four virtuous bishops for joint consultation. Saints throughout history have all been favored by the goddess, capable of performing miracles single-handedly. Furthermore, the title of saint carries immense influence, so it often requires extensive deliberation and assessment..."

At this point, his gaze fell on Salares. The archbishop's expression was solemn, completely devoid of his usual politician demeanor, finally revealing a bit of the solemnity of a clergyman.

"But regarding your case, the Pope immediately initiated the canonization process."

Only after hearing this did Charlene understand the significance of this "emergency canonization procedure."

The two evil cults joined hands to start a rebellion in the Western Territory. The largest faith center in the Western Territory was under siege. Duke Dravi was unable to rush to the rescue for the time being. Even if the Holy Flame Castle, the headquarters of the church far to the south, sent troops, it would take a long time.

And just at this critical juncture, a saint blessed by the goddess appeared, and like a divine soldier sent from heaven, she broke the siege of the city and captured the traitor in the city with lightning speed, single-handedly changing the course of the situation...

It is indeed enough for the Pope to take it seriously.

However, from what Raymond said, it seemed that the canonization of saints still required an assessment. Although the succubus, Sharlelei, was not afraid of the burning of holy light, but...

There might be some magic that could reveal her creature type is "Demon", which would be really fun.

…Then ask your newly acquired little mount what canonization really mean.

"Praise the Goddess, thank you, Archbishop Raymond." Although her heart was a little hesitant, Sallelei smiled softly and drew a holy emblem on her chest. "But the most urgent task is to repel the evil cult rebels outside the city. Otherwise, if the city is captured, canonization will be impossible, right?"

"Your Highness is right." Archbishop Raymond's expression gradually darkened as he slowly stood up. "Scouts recently reported that the enemy has begun to gather. It's time for us to meet them. Praise the Goddess of Light... Under Her watchful eye, we will surely triumph!"

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On top of the city wall.

It was just daybreak when I looked out and saw a dark sea of ​​people slowly emerging from the hazy morning mist, with flags flying and a murderous aura.

On the other hand, Field was also ready to fight. The two carriage magic hand engines brought by Sharlele had been installed on the crossbows on the city wall. Dozens of crossbows were lined up in a row, and the crossbowmen and archers were ready for battle.

On a tall arrow tower not far away, Berea, dressed in silver armor, held a holy bow in her hand, and her watery eyes beneath her helmet stared coldly into the distance.

The armor covered the ribbon around her neck. She was now completely different from the woman who knelt in front of Sharlele last night. She had turned back into the famous "Knight of the Holy Bow".

“W-What is that…!”

But as soon as the rebel army approached, a sharp-eyed Field soldier shouted loudly. With this shout, everyone looked over, and then a sound of gasps of shock could be heard from the top of the city wall.

A few days ago, the army of the "Mother of Dark Fertility" cult was mostly composed of ordinary human soldiers, wearing smocks embroidered with the emblems of the surrounding noble territories.

But this time, there were countless tall and thin monsters among the human soldiers. A rough estimate showed that there were thousands of them.

These monsters were roughly humanoid in shape, but with grayish-white skin, over three meters tall, slender arms and legs, gray rock-like flesh knotted all over their bodies, and clad in simple wooden boards and makeshift armor.

In addition, they held simple giant wooden clubs and war hammers in their hands - no, those were not hands at all, they were clearly clusters of entangled limbs, like vines covered with suction cups, entwined around those crude weapons.

It's not hard to imagine that when these slender monsters attack the city wall, they don't need ladders at all, they can just rely on these tentacle-like tentacles to climb up the wall...

When they got closer, the people on the city wall were horrified to find that the tangled flesh on their bodies were actually twisted human limbs!

"Could it be that... they... they are twisted from living people?"

A combat nun suddenly cried out, and another gasp was heard from the people on the city wall.

"No wonder it feels like the enemy army is smaller than last time..." A knight muttered with a pale face, and his comrade immediately gave him a big slap on the neck with a sullen face.

But it was too late. When many people heard this, they immediately thought of the scene where the cultists might have used three or four people to "twist" them into a thin monster, and immediately there was a sound of retching.

"With this kind of thing mixed in the army...how can those ordinary soldiers still fight!" A knight wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and shouted almost in despair.

"Look carefully! Is that still an 'ordinary soldier'?" a priest roared.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on the city wall finally turned their attention to those "ordinary soldiers".

Those cult soldiers all looked dazed, and their walking postures were as stiff and wooden as puppets. It seemed as if they didn't notice the tall and thin monster walking beside them at all. They just walked towards the distant city wall with their weapons in hand.

"These demons! May the goddess' holy light burn them all!"

With a thud, a gauntleted fist slammed into the wall, sending stone chips flying everywhere. Battle Sister Irenne's face was as gloomy as water, and she gritted her teeth.

As the enemy gradually approached, the monsters' movements became swifter. They were tall and long-legged, often covering several meters in one stride, approaching like galloping warhorses.

What's even more disgusting is that when they run, their upper bodies remain motionless, and their arms swing unnaturally like twists, which looks extremely weird.

Not only were the guards' faces livid, but even Sharlele's expression wasn't very good either—these things reminded her of the "odd creatures" from a certain anime in her past life...

"They are coming! They are coming! Prepare to fight!" A messenger ran across the city wall with a flag held high. The defenders began to move, raising their bows and crossbows to aim at the approaching enemy, and the soldiers of the Holy Maiden Army in front of the crossbows also began to operate the magic hand engine.

Soon, the first batch of giant arrows were loaded onto the crossbow. As the engine cranked, the crossbow string was pulled to the bottom effortlessly.

Seeing that the bed crossbow, which usually required the efforts of more than a dozen people to prepare, could be wound so quickly after the engine was installed, the Field soldiers looked at the rotating flywheel with a hint of awe and reverence.

To them, these iron boxes were miracles brought by the Saint Lady.

"put!"

With a loud shout, the well-adjusted crossbow suddenly opened fire. Large arrows made sharp sounds of breaking through the air, accompanied by ordinary arrows, which rained down on the slender giants who were running wildly like a torrential rain!

Bang! Bang! Bang! The muffled sound continued incessantly. These magic crossbows once again displayed the astonishing power they had displayed a few days ago. If ordinary arrows could only impale these slender monsters like hedgehogs, then the large arrows fired by the magic crossbows were enough to nail them directly to the ground!

What was even more terrifying was that these extremely powerful arrows were shot almost without interruption, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, as if the gods were pouring out their wrath on these monsters.

After ten minutes of continuous shooting, commands were heard from the city wall.

"Engine Rest! Replace the Magic Crystal!"

The sound of commands continued to ring out, and the soldiers operating the magic crossbow moved in unison. They opened the engine with great skill, took out the crystals that had been depleted of magic power, replaced them with new crystals, and began a new round of debugging.

These soldiers were somewhat different from Field's city defenders; their tunics were embroidered with the emblem of the Holy Silver Lily—and this was understandable, as only the soldiers of the Holy Maiden Army could operate these emerging magical instruments so skillfully.

As for the Field soldiers, they could only look at them in shock.

After the magic crossbow stopped firing, an inexplicable silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

With a boundary of one hundred meters in front of the gate of Field City, tall and thin monsters with crossbow bolts all around them were nailed to the ground by giant arrows, with their gray-white limbs lying around, like miserable yet a little funny statues.

Around them were ordinary cult soldiers lying in all directions, some stabbed like hedgehogs, others strung together in groups of three or two.

These horrific monsters were all killed before they could even step within a hundred meters of the city gate.

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How could it be a double-bomb? I have modified it and it is undergoing a second review. I will release the deleted parts later... Sigh...

I thought I was being very restrained in my writing! Damn it!

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 194: Magical Ballista

For a moment, not only did the cult soldiers in the distance become silent, but even the city walls were dead silent.

Bereya, watching this scene from the arrow tower, could not help but lower her holy bow in a daze. A few days ago, she had witnessed the power of these magic ballistae with her own eyes, but she had never imagined that when dozens of them fired simultaneously, they would be so powerful!

She was even prepared to lead the Knights of the Radiant Feathers to engage those slender monsters head-on when they broke through the rain of arrows and attacked the city walls.

But before she could give orders to the Knights, all the monsters were annihilated in the continuous rain of giant arrows, leaving no one alive.

The price paid by the defenders... was nothing more than dozens of magic crystals and a pile of arrows.

The passion and determination that surged in Berea's heart just now turned into absurdity and shock at this moment - with the master here, this war... does it mean that the Knights will not be needed?

On the other side, on the top of the city wall, there was a clang, and the long sword in the hand of the Battle Sister Irennie fell to the ground. Her face turned red, and she quickly picked it up. Only then did she feel a chill in her palms, which were covered in sweat.

At this moment, she clearly heard the Saint Lady beside her mutter softly:

"...It's still not powerful enough..."

Hearing this, Irenne almost lost control of the sword in her hand, and it fell to the ground with another clang. But by then, she no longer cared about blushing, and her heart was filled with confusion.