Succubus cannot be a saint

The Archbishop sneered, realizing he already knew the truth about the Saint's blessing, and withdrew his hand. "You and Alessa no longer need to protect the Saint. Report to the search team. I'll let Igeria take your place. Go down."

Catherine murmured "Yes, sir," and left. A short while later, a church steward approached the Archbishop and said respectfully, "Archbishop, the Saint is asking if she can attend her appointment at the Field Magicians' Association tomorrow."

Then he added, "It wasn't the Saint herself who went there, but her magician friend."

"A magician friend? To keep an appointment?" Raymond frowned slightly, then he remembered that the two funny magicians in the Magicians Association had indeed invited her.

Interesting... This saint came to ask me, and it wasn't her in person, but her friend who was out... Does this mean she realized her position and took the initiative to show weakness? Oh, if only she really was that sensible.

Raymond sneered, "Okay. Send two combat nuns to protect that 'friend'." The steward responded and left.

………………

That night, Battle Sister Igeria, who took over the "guard" job, opened her eyes in a dream.

As the Archbishop's elite confidant, she had always strictly observed the commandments and abstained from desires. But this time, the strange scene in her dream deeply shocked her soul -

In the moonlit cathedral, the nuns huddled together. Their faces were incredibly familiar; they were none other than their fellow nuns.

Alessa and Catherine lay on either side of him, their wet eyes staring at him like female leopards, and the smiles on their faces seemed to be about to melt.

Igeria: “…Huh?”

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 243: Multiple Spells and the Wand of Wands

In front of the Field Mage Association.

Looking at the towering tower before her, Velie couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Her fingers on the wheelchair armrests exerted a slight pressure, and she suddenly thought—the Magicians' Guild, the Magicians' Guild, ah, she had finally arrived at this place.

Willie vaguely remembered that when her two mothers were still alive, whenever Mother Felannia mentioned the "Stag Kingdom Magicians Association", Mother Gerle would frown and remain silent. Because of this, she did not have a good impression of the Magicians Association.

Although the Royal Capital Magicians Association that ostracized my mother is thousands of miles away, but... it's the same no matter where the Magicians Association is.

"Wow, it's so big!" An innocent exclamation of surprise came from the side. Isadore stood on tiptoe and raised her head, looking up, trying hard to take in the tall white magic tower. "Miss Mirror, this is much bigger than your tower!"

Velie was so angry that all the memories and emotions in her heart were mixed up into a mess by this little succubus. She said unhappily, "Is it so strange? The wild boars in the mountains are several times bigger than you." After that, she rocked her wheelchair and drove straight to the gate of the tower.

Isadore was stunned for a moment before angrily yelling, "Hey! Did you call me a wild boar?" Then she rushed forward, trying to reach the gate before Velie. The two battle sisters behind them exchanged a glance, each revealing a helpless smile.

The mages of the association received a letter from Sharlelei yesterday, so they arrived at the gate early. At first, they didn't realize who this little elf girl in the wheelchair was, but when they saw Isadore walking with her, they suddenly understood -

It turns out that the "friend" that the Saint mentioned, the genius wizard who invented the magic device, is actually such a young girl!

At this moment, surrounded by a dozen magicians, Willie's breathing quickened, and her fingers, pressing against the wheelchair armrests, began to tremble slightly. After being ushered into the lobby by the magicians and being stared at by a dozen pairs of eyes, her heart began to pound wildly, and her cheeks gradually turned pale.

——So scary.

Being stared at by so many people is terrifying.

Although she had grown accustomed to being under the gaze of the succubus nuns and arcane artisans back in Greystone, this was different. Greystone was Shalelei's town, and it was also her home. The succubus and artisans were her students. It was her home, the place where she had painstakingly created things.

But not here. This is a completely unfamiliar place, with only strangers looking at her with surprise, suspicion, and curiosity. Those people, those people -

"...!"

Suddenly, a warm little hand pressed against the back of her hand. Willie shuddered and slowly turned her head to look, only to see the figure of a blonde girl.

The little succubus stood beside her, calmly basking in the mages' gazes. She turned her head and winked at her, and a hint of delicate concern appeared in her usually carefree expression.

“Wha… what…”

For some reason, Willie's heart, which had been pounding, gradually calmed down. The warmth of Isadore's hand seemed to warm her cheeks, and a blush crept onto her pale face. She groaned softly, her hand trembling slightly, but she didn't break free from Isadore's hand.

"Ms. Vera Valindiya." After introducing themselves, a mage stood up and bowed awkwardly. "Well... although it was our association's president who invited you here, right now... uh, President Wei An is still in the lab, so please be patient and wait for a moment."

"It's okay." Velie took a deep breath, feeling the burning heat on her hands. Suddenly, she found the feeling of standing on the podium in Greystone Town. She stared at the mages, suppressing their surprised and suspicious looks with a hint of arrogance.

"Everyone, as a mage and a researcher, I will omit those useless polite words."

——As a mage.

The moment she uttered the word, Velie's heart trembled slightly. Mage. Yes, she was a mage now. She possessed her own magical powers, no longer the "waste stone" with only the ability to control magic.

And now, she was about to announce this to the magicians outside of Greystone Town—to the wider world.

"I'm not here simply to be your guest, but to raise an issue with you all. It's a question that has troubled me for a long time, and I'm sure it has troubled you all for a long time as well. That is, the problem of magical disturbance caused by the coexistence of multiple spells in the same system..."

The elf girl's clear voice, murmured and trembled a little, flowed in the lobby of the Mage Association.

This was exactly what Sharlele had proposed on the carriage heading to Field—to raise the issue of multiple spells coexisting that she encountered as an issue publicly in the Mage Association.

"After all, a person's intelligence is limited. Instead of brooding alone, it's better to pool the wisdom of others. This may lead to unexpected breakthroughs. What do you think?"

For a moment, the girl's smile, which was a little proud and a little naughty, flashed through Willie's mind again.

"—Of course, I don't hold out much hope for the isolated and secluded wizard community of the Stag Kingdom. All those tall-hatted guys stacked together can't compare to a single strand of my Willie's hair. But for the sake of that dyer, it's at least worth a try, isn't it?"

...Who is...your Velie?

When she thought of this, a sweet feeling flowed through the girl's heart. She took out the research materials she had brought with her and placed them on the table in front of her.

But just at this moment, a thunderous roar rang out.

"Oh! He's finally here! The wizard from Greystone!"

Hearing this voice, not only Velie and Isadore were startled, but even the dozen or so mages were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and smiled bitterly.

"Instructor Wei'an is here." Someone whispered, and then a tall and thin figure rushed down the spiral staircase of the Mage Tower.

He was a tall and thin old man, wearing a purple robe that looked like a thin bamboo pole holding up the clothes. His messy white hair looked like a lion's mane, and he had a pair of strange eyes wide open on his thin face. In his skinny hand, he held a strange-shaped staff upside down.

If Sharlele were present, she would have thought the staff looked a lot like the candied haws sticks from her past life, with a dozen tiny wands stuck into them. But Willie had no such insight; she simply thought the staff was odd and funny, while Isadore simply giggled.

"President... no, Master Wei... Teacher Wei'an!" A mage's eyes widened as he saw the "candied haws stick" and he rushed over. "Why did you bring that thing out of the lab?"

"Huh? What's that—oh!" Vian's eyes widened, as if he had just realized he was holding this staff. He was a bit crazy, and his strange eyes glared, making him look even crazier. "What's this thing or that thing? This is called the 'Staff of All Staffs', my greatest invention!"

"No, I, I'm afraid it will explode--" The wizard was sweating profusely, but before he could finish his last word, the "candied haws pile" in Wei'an's hand exploded with a bang - and it didn't just explode once.

There were a few loud bangs, flames and acid splashed, lightning and ice danced together, it was like a dozen brilliant sparks exploded in the air, and air waves burst out.

But those mages seemed to be used to it. At the moment of the explosion, they had already activated the magic shield skillfully. Arcane light flashed on Vian's body, and more than five layers of different magic shields appeared around him, blocking the explosions.

Velie and Isadore had no idea this was happening. The elf girl only managed to scream and subconsciously closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a flash of light before her. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Isadore standing in front of her, a shimmering golden shield blocking all the aftermath of the explosion.

Willie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was in a state of confusion for a moment. It wasn't because of Isadore's protection, but because she clearly saw the magical fluctuations of multiple different spells in the series of explosions.

Acid arrows, scorching rays, electric claws...

That "candied haws"-like staff is actually connected to multiple wands storing different spells! No wonder it's called the "Staff of All Wands"...

"Bad woman, you're right. I might actually be able to find a second 'Dyer' here..."

Somehow, looking at the old mage Wei'an, whose face was covered in dust after the explosion, she suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable amusement and burst out laughing. In the association hall, which was in a mess after the explosion, everyone's face was covered in dust, but only the girl's clear, silvery laughter echoed unrestrainedly in the air.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 244: The Scroll Guardian Saint

When the old wizard Vian's "Staff of All Staffs", which looked like a candied haws pile, caused rounds of explosions in the Wizards' Association, Sallelei was strolling on the corridor of the cathedral with Archbishop Raymond.

The two men had just finished interrogating Du Mudan in the prison. This time, the cultist was extremely cooperative. Not only did she reveal the collusion between her Black Wing Society and the Dark Mother of Abundance, she also deciphered the ciphered letters in her storage ring one by one - all of which were secret letters between her and other cultists.

However, Shalelei naturally kept the magic scrolls in the Poison Peony Ring for herself.

When Archbishop Raymond heard that the Black Wing Society was colluding with the Mother of Dark Abundance, his expression became increasingly worse. By the time Poison Peony finished speaking, his face had turned ashen.

"I didn't expect that underground gang, besides being a loan shark, would also be colluding with a cult... May the goddess's light incinerate them." Sensing Sharlelei's meaningful gaze, Raymond snorted coldly and gritted his teeth. At first glance, his face was filled with righteous indignation, but Sharlelei narrowed her eyes and remained silent.

After leaving the underground prison and walking on the corridor, Archbishop Raymond suddenly said, "Lady Saint, in a while, the envoys from the Holy Flame Castle will arrive with the canonization documents." At this time, he smiled kindly again, as if his previous indignation and anger were all fake.

"Thank you for your trouble, Archbishop." Salares nodded calmly.

"While celebrating this happy occasion, I have something to tell Her Majesty the Saint," the Archbishop smiled, gently twirling his beard. "I intend to invite Her Majesty the Saint to assume the position of 'Saint Protector of the Scroll' of the Cathedral. What are your thoughts on this?"

"The Scroll Guardian Saint?" Shalelei's heart tightened, thinking that this must be the Archbishop's method to deal with her.

"As you've seen, cults are rampant, heresies are frequent, and disasters are endless. When I led my army to eliminate the remnants of cults in other noble territories, I found many heretical books in local homes and churches. The Goddess's holy texts have been tampered with by cult heretics, poisoning the people. This must be one of the reasons why this cult rebellion is so fierce."

"It is exactly as the Archbishop said." Salares continued to nod.

"Besides wiping out the remnants of the cult by force, we must also address the root causes and eradicate the heresy ideologically. For this reason, I wish to appoint you as 'Saint Protector of the Scrolls,' to manage the Cathedral Library and compile the sacred texts. The clergy within the cathedral will be at your disposal," the Archbishop said solemnly. "The sacred texts record the teachings of the Goddess and are the foundation of the Holy See. As a saint personally inspired by the Goddess, I believe this important task can only be entrusted to you. What are your thoughts?"

While Sharlelei's smile remained unchanged, her mind raced like lightning. While the Guardian of the Scrolls could nominally manage the Sacred Library and direct the various personnel within the sanctuary, in reality, it was merely a title with no real purpose.

If her guess was correct, after she agreed to take the office, the Archbishop would immediately dispatch a team of soldiers to semi-confine her in the library on the pretext of "protecting the Saint."

If she refused to submit, or broke through violently, she would be immediately accused of "disrespecting the scriptures and the goddess"...

Just like recommending the former Knight Commander to be sent to the Holy Flame Castle and then trying his best to support Berea to take the position, these were all the archbishop's usual methods of "promotion in name only, demotion in reality".

But why did he choose to say this to me when we were alone? Wouldn't it be better to wait until the Holy Flame Fort's envoys arrived, build momentum during the grand canonization ceremony, and then speak out in public, forcing me to take the position?

Salares's eyes turned, and she quickly understood the archbishop's intention.

This is actually an advance warning and threat.

Saying it in private was like leaving himself some room for maneuver, indicating that he was not going to cause a quarrel and wanted her to back down.

Even though he felt threatened by her, she was a saint canonized by the Pope himself, so the archbishop was still a little wary of her and did not want to get into a fight with her.

"Of course, if Her Majesty is preoccupied with matters in Her territory, I won't force you." Seeing her silence, the Archbishop smiled indulgently, "After all, whether it's compiling holy scriptures or treating the people well, both are in line with Her Majesty's righteous path."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear. It is clearly saying "I'll give you a second way, which is to go back to your own territory and don't interfere in my territory."

"Thank you, Archbishop, for your understanding." Sharlelei's mind turned, and she pretended to be relieved. "You are right. My territory is indeed very busy, and it is not convenient for me to stay in Field for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Archbishop Raymond's smile suddenly became cold and sarcastic.

Humph. Even if she was the Chosen Saint, she was still just a teenage girl. He felt he was being cryptic and wanted to use a private setting to make things clear so she wouldn't hesitate. But he hadn't expected the girl to understand immediately, without him needing to elaborate.

But when he thought of this, Raymond's heart sank again.

This girl is only a teenager, but she's already been blessed by the goddess. Although she hasn't been through the temple's assessment, her strength is vaguely comparable to that of a mid-level priest. Add to that her intelligence and those magical weapons, and if she's allowed to develop further...

Thinking of this, Archbishop Raymond's expression changed again and he showed a friendly smile.

"But there's no need to worry, Saint. After this battle, the cult forces in the western border will surely be quiet for a while. I'll be stationed in Field, so you can manage the territory without worry. If you wish, I can also recommend you to go to the Holy Flame Castle..."

This is an undisguised gesture of goodwill.

For Raymond, defending his western holy city was certainly important, but offending a saint with such a promising future was not a good idea. Therefore, he used both carrot and stick tactics, suggesting that if Salarei stayed out of his power, they could become allies, and the Archbishop could even help her climb to a higher position within the church...

"I understand. Thank you, Archbishop. I will go back and think about it carefully." Upon hearing this, Salleh smiled sweetly. That smile was bright and gentle, indescribably beautiful, like clear sunshine. Raymond couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then he coughed lightly and his expression returned to normal.

"As you understand, Saint." He bowed gracefully, motioning for Sallelei to go first. Sallelei didn't refuse and walked in front of him. From where he couldn't see, the girl's gentle smile gradually took on a hint of evil and enchantment.

I'm sorry, Archbishop Raymond.

I will definitely get the Holy Flame Castle in the end, but before that I have to take over Field first.

Also, I want your Battle Sisters too.

........................

That evening.

After reporting to the archbishop, Irenne returned to the monastery exhausted and dusty.

She took off her cloak and sword and handed them to another nun, and habitually called out: "Igeria..." Then she realized that Igeria had been transferred to "protect" the Saint.

Why would the Archbishop target the Saint? While Irenne could see that this was surveillance, not protection, she didn't understand why. For someone who strictly adhered to the precepts and devoted herself to training and cultivating her martial arts, understanding these political connections was difficult.

Two nuns brought a silver basin filled with holy water. Irenne was startled. One of them said, "Sister Head, this is the advice of the Saint. She urges people to wash their hands and bathe frequently, preferably with holy water to prevent disease."

Although Irene felt a little uncomfortable using holy water for baptism for daily bathing, since it was said by the Saint, it must be correct.

She didn't think any more and picked up the holy water in the basin to wash her hands and face. Then another nun brought new holy water, touched her forehead and cheeks, and blessed her.

But somehow, the moment the holy water touched her skin, she suddenly felt her skin getting hot, a faint sweet smell filled her nose, and her vision became a little hazy.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" The nuns gathered around with concern. Irene shook her head, and the warmth of her skin and the wonderful sweetness disappeared in an instant.

Was it an illusion? It must be an illusion. She looked at the nuns around her. They were all her familiar colleagues. They must have gotten the holy water from the Saint. What could be wrong?

Thinking of this, Irennie suppressed the thought. Today, she led her team in a frantic search for the person the Archbishop wanted in the lower city, but to no avail.

That person seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth in Field and disappeared.

At night, after forcing herself to complete her routine training and evening prayers, Irenne, exhausted, washed and bathed, and climbed into bed. Needless to say, the nuns had also added holy water to her bath water.

It's said that the Saint Lady promulgated the "Cleanliness Act" in her territory, prohibiting people from defecating or urinating anywhere. This is undoubtedly true... Irenne thought vaguely and soon fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes and saw a dazzling moonlight.