Succubus cannot be a saint

But just before she was about to rush forward, a gentle female voice sounded from afar, coming over very clearly.

"The dignified Church of Storms is actually acting recklessly here. Is there not even a single man with intact intelligence among the followers of the Storm God?"

The storm priests suddenly turned around and saw a girl in a black nun's robe slowly walking towards them. She had a gentle and graceful smile, but her clothes were not what she wanted - the nun's robe was low-cut and high-slit, not only revealing half of the girl's white cleavage on her chest, but also a hint of snow-white thigh skin was faintly visible as she walked, adding a touch of strange charm to her dignified and holy temperament.

Hearing the undisguised sarcasm, the bald priest's face became even angrier, but then his expression froze, and more than a dozen murderous gazes were fixed on him, and he subconsciously swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

The girl stopped in front of them, smiling sweetly, while a dozen fully-armed combat nuns slowly approached behind her. The long swords at their waists were half-drawn, and the sharp murderous aura as sharp as substance swept over the storm priests. Some of them were full of indignation and wanted to step forward to attack, but when they were stared at by the girls, they could not help but retreat.

Among these dozen or so nuns, there was a little girl dressed as a nun, only about fourteen years old. She was reaching behind her back and slowly grasping the handles of two hammers.

The little girl lowered her eyes slightly. Although she tried to hide it, the occasional cold light in her green eyes still made the storm priests tremble all over.

The arrogant members of the Storm Church were shocked by the murderous aura, and their momentum was slightly suppressed. They all took a step back involuntarily, leaving the bald priest standing alone in front of the nuns.

Sharlelei glanced at the bald priest, walked gracefully past him, ignored his increasingly ugly expression, and cast a healing spell on the injured man.

The man's skin, which was burnt black by the lightning, began to heal quickly. Soon, he opened his eyes weakly and began to cough.

"High Priest!" The girl beside him was overjoyed. She raised her head with tears in her eyes, her face full of gratitude, "Thank you... Thank you so much..."

It was only then that Archbishop Raymond slowly stepped forward. The bald priest's ferocious gaze instantly locked onto him. "Okay, okay, Church of Light. Raymond, what do you mean by this?"

"Captain Bujorn. This is the territory of Viscount Guzman, not the Falcon Kingdom, and certainly not the parish of the Storm Church. It's unacceptable for you to hurt people here casually, right?" Archbishop Raymond, contrary to his usual behavior, had no intention of smoothing things over or compromising, and calmly looked at the bald Storm Priest.

And Sharlelei exclaimed, "Captain?"

"Bonebreaker Bjorn!" The girl from the Church of Law rubbed her tearful eyes and whispered bitterly, "One of the bishops of the Church of Storms in the East, and also the captain of the Bonebreaker Caravan... He's clearly a pirate! A barbarian...!"

Then, she raised her head belatedly, covered her mouth and cried softly, like a frightened little rabbit, and the pink "?76" on her head was shining.

"...Ah! The Church of Light? Could it be that you are...that chosen saint, the Holy Silver Lily of the West...?"

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The succubus's evil hands are about to reach out to the little rabbit of the Church of the Law...

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 296: Answer me!

Salare smiled sweetly and helped her up from the ground, "Don't be so surprised. Come, tell me what happened first..." Looking at her bright smile, the girl's cheeks turned red for some reason, and after a moment of trance, she stammered and began to speak.

It turned out they were priests of the Church of the Law. Arriving in the Viscount's domain, they stumbled upon a servant who had stolen property. They advocated handing the man over to the Viscount for legal action, but Storm Bishop Bjorn insisted on judging him on the spot in the name of the Lord of Storms, even ignoring attempts to stop him and killing the servant with a lightning bolt.

This was the beginning of the dispute between the two parties. The chief priest of the Church of Law believed that the Church of Storms had no right to conduct lynching trials in the name of the Lord of Storms, which led to Bjorn's anger and his attack.

"This isn't the first time. They've gone too far!" the young girl whispered, her eyes red with tears. The priests of the Church of Law behind her nodded, their faces furious.

Isn't this the first time? Sharlelei's heart moved, and on the other side, Bujorn sneered hoarsely, "Okay, for Archbishop Raymond's sake, I won't hold these legalists accountable for insulting our Lord..."

Sallelei slowly stood up, looking at his shiny bald head with a mixture of annoyance and sneer, and suddenly said loudly:

"Insulting the Lord of Storms? With all due respect, should the Church of Law be accused of insulting the gods for merely speaking a fair word? Furthermore, even in the East, the Church of Storms doesn't have the power to directly carry out lynchings, right? Your disregard for the Lord and the law, Captain, is this a violation of the Seven Gods' covenant not to interfere in worldly politics?"

The girl's voice was soft and clear, without any hint of timidity. She spoke as if pearls were falling on a jade plate, leaving Bujorn speechless for a moment. Even the law priests beside him nodded frequently, as if they agreed with her.

Bjorn turned stiffly, his small eyes fixed on Charlere. The girl met his gaze fearlessly, glaring back at him with a ferocious, almost murderous look. Veins throbbing in his forehead, he suddenly turned to look at Raymond and shouted in a timid tone, "You're a jerk!"

"——Raymond!"

"—Bjorn!"

At the same time as Bjorn's roar sounded, Sharlele also shouted angrily, startling everyone present, and Bjorn looked at her in astonishment.

"I'm talking to you, why are you turning to look at Archbishop Raymond? Look straight at me and answer my question!"

Sharlele strode closer. Although she was much shorter than Bjorn, her aura was intimidating. Her pair of purple eyes were like two burning flames, making Bjorn dare not look directly at her for a moment.

"Answer me! Does the Church of the Storm have the power to judge without the permission of the local lord? Hmm? Do you remember the covenant of the Church of the Seven Gods not to interfere in secular politics? Answer me!"

This string of questions made Bjorn's face turn pale and blue. Since ascending to the bishop's throne, he'd supposedly only used bandit logic to deceive others. How could he have suffered such a loss? Suddenly, he couldn't think of a rebuttal, so he sternly said, "My Lord, the Thunder God, punishes the wicked. What's wrong with that..."

"My Lord, since you arbitrarily lynched the servants of the kingdom's nobles, can I also judge you in the name of the Goddess of Light?"

Salaret retorted again without any hesitation, and veins popped up on Bjorn's face. Just as he was about to open his mouth to roar, he suddenly felt a shock all over his body.

Dozens of sharp murderous auras pierced him from behind, and the longswords of the entire team of battle nuns were already unsheathed. Just from the aura alone, he could sense that there was at least one mid-level extraordinary warrior in this group, and the rest were all beginners.

He was a mid-level priest, but he only had two or three beginners under him, and the rest were ordinary people. If a fight broke out, he would definitely be in trouble.

And in front of him, the palm of the Saint Lady from the Western Territory had already condensed with brilliant holy light.

Back when he was in the East, he'd heard that the Goddess of Light's chosen saint could annihilate the Monster Mother's followers with a single blow. If this rumor were true, then the power comparison between the two sides would be more than just a dead end.

Instead, I have to rack my brains to find a way to leave my body intact...

"Everyone, everyone!"

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, the owner of the mansion, Viscount Guzman, who had received the news, finally arrived. But upon arriving at the scene, he was stunned.

He knew that Bjorn of the Church of Storms was a real bastard, with a temper rife from the rum and sea breeze. He was called a caravan captain, but in reality he was just half a pirate.

But Raymond of the Church of Light was a smooth and tactful person, and he never thought that the two groups would clash. But what he didn't expect was that the person facing Bjorn head-on was a delicate and beautiful girl.

For a moment, he could not help but stand still, gazing from afar at the beautiful girl, shrouded in holy light, holy and awe-inspiring. Not to mention Viscount Guzman, even the Storm Priests felt ashamed in front of her.

Hearing Viscount Guzman's shout, Bujorn finally found a way out. He snorted coldly, turned around and left.

But what he didn't expect was that Salaret took a step forward and sneered, "Oh? You just snorted after committing a crime and you want to leave? You still owe Viscount Guzman and the Church of Law an apology, right?"

When these words came out, not only Viscount Guzman, but even the people from the Church of Law behind Sallelei could not believe their ears.

Within the Church of the Seven, the three gods of law, forging, and darkness were far weaker than the others. The only two transcendents in the group were the chief priest of the novice priests and the young priest apprentice. Therefore, despite being bullied by Bjorn, the members of the Church of Law dared not speak out.

And this Saint of the Church of Light actually ordered the pirates of the Church of Storm to apologize to them!

For a moment, everyone in the Church of the Law was filled with fear, gratitude, and confusion, and they didn't know what to say.

Bjorn suddenly stopped and slowly turned around, his eyes glaring red, as if he wanted to devour Salleh. But even so, he slowly turned his head and looked at Archbishop Raymond, as if he believed that only Raymond could make the final decision.

"Lady Saint is absolutely right. Captain Bjorn, you have indeed gone too far."

As soon as these words came out, Bjorn's vision went dark, and then a surge of rage rushed to his head - this idiot, who had always been so smooth and tactful, was actually putting on a righteous front! Damn it, did this bastard really think he was some kind of messenger of justice?

Bujorn has always been domineering. In the East, he has repeatedly caused trouble for the Church of Law. This time, he thought that the Church of Law would not be able to cause any trouble, but he did not expect that the Saint of Light would suddenly intervene and lead to the current situation!

The veins on his forehead were about to burst, but his remaining rationality reminded him that he had really hit a wall this time.

Bjorn panted like a bull, staring at Charlene intently, sparks dancing between his fingers. Finally, in a dead silence, he bent slightly toward her and croaked out, "I'm sorry..."

But before he could finish his words, Charlene swiftly dodged, revealing the young girl from the Church of the Law. So, the person Bjorn bowed to apologize to became that young girl!

Bjorn's face suddenly turned as ugly as death!

As the bishop of the Storm Church, he could apologize to the Chosen Saint of the Light Church, but he could never bow down to an ordinary priestess girl from the Law Church!

But it was too late. His back had already bent, and everyone present saw it clearly. If this news spread, Bjorn "Bonebreaker", the all-powerful figure in the East, would bow and apologize to a priest apprentice of the Church of the Law!

Where would his face, and the face of the Storm Church, be put?!

Bjorn felt the blood rushing to his head, and his eyes were blood red. He immediately wanted to roar and shoot a lightning arrow at Sharlele regardless of the consequences, but when he saw the girl's fearless smile, he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

Bjorn's back teeth were nearly broken, his face as purple as pig liver as he stared at the terrified girl. Finally, he snorted without a word, turned around and walked away. The storm priests behind him hurriedly followed.

Looking at their backs, Sharlelei smiled and said, "Captain Bjorn, this is a lesson for you. Remember to obey the law in the future."

When Bujorn heard this from afar, the veins on his forehead popped again. He wanted to tear the woman into pieces immediately, but in the end he could only snort helplessly and walk away quickly.

The girl behind Shalelei finally woke up from her dream, her legs softened, and she fell to the ground with a groan. Shalelei helped her up again, while calmly glancing towards the mansion not far away.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 297: Aunt, You Smell So Good

At the same time, on the second floor of the mansion, a figure was also looking at the changes happening at the garden gate.

"My daughter... is still the same as before." Although the Duke said this, his eyes were fixed on the girl's figure, "But Raymond... he has changed."

"Changed?" A young girl's voice came from the empty space behind him. She waited for a moment and when the Duke didn't say anything, she said dissatisfiedly, "Your Excellency, if you keep doing this, I won't respond to you anymore."

"...If it were him from before, he would have definitely gone over to smooth things over." The Duke's mouth twitched.

"Really? I think he's doing quite well." The girl said, "If it were me, I would definitely beat that bald guy up."

"Melania, don't you elves believe in God?" The Duke was silent for a moment and suddenly asked.

This time, Melania didn't answer immediately. After a long moment, she spoke softly, her voice filled with complex emotions.

“…We don’t believe it.”

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The turmoil caused by the Church of Storms has finally come to an end.

Viscount Guzman, sweating profusely, hurriedly invited Salarei and the people from the Church of Law into his mansion. After venting his anger, the priests of the Church of Law looked at Salarei with gratitude in their eyes, especially Selina, the little girl from the Church of Law, whose eyes were full of longing and admiration when she looked at the Saint of Light.

Because this lady was so gentle and kind. Although she was a girl like herself, unlike her timid self, she was so strong, brave, and confident. If she weren't the Holy Maiden of the God of Light, Selina would have idolized her without hesitation.

Viscount Guzman arranged a doctor and a hospital bed for the injured priest, and also prepared tea and snacks for Sallelei and others to welcome them.

Sitting at the table, the young priest Selina, who had become quite close to Sharlene, poured out her grievances to the saint sister.

According to her, the main duties of their legal priests are to serve as legal advisors to the lord and preside over courts under the lord's authorization. Originally, they should have nothing to do with the Storm Church, which is in charge of navigation and weather forecasting.

But starting from the beginning of last year, the Church of Storms suddenly declared that "the Lord of Storms is also the God of Judgment of Sin", and advocated that his divine thunder would judge all sinners fairly. Not only did it ask the nobles to intervene in the judiciary, but it also repeatedly carried out lynchings, thus causing a fierce conflict with the Church of Law.

However, since the Law Church was far less powerful than the other party, and most nobles were unwilling to provoke the Storm Church, most conflicts ended with the Law Church's compromise.

"A few years ago, we were living in peace with the Church of Storms... They predicted storms and escorted the fleet, and we provided legal advice to the lord and ensured fair judgment..."

Selina said helplessly, her eyes getting redder and redder, "But in the past few days, the Eastern Territory... especially the border areas, there is almost no place for us to stay..."

The other law priests also nodded in agreement, their faces filled with sorrow. Sallelei couldn't help but smile bitterly as she listened.

The Alliance of the Seven Gods seems stable and harmonious, but in fact there are conflicts among them. Each church wants to expand its influence, gain more believers, and gain more benefits.

This has only happened with the three churches meeting. Once the Church of Plenty and the Church of the God of War join in, what will become of this meeting...?

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At dusk that day, the lights in Viscount Guzman's mansion were on, a grand and magnificent banquet was being held in the hall, and the servants were busy running around, making it impossible to tell that someone had lost their life during the day.

After some polite remarks from the host, Viscount Guzman, the chairman of the meeting, Duke De Lave, finally appeared before everyone.

The Duke of De Lavie was about forty years old, with light flaxen curly hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, a neatly trimmed mustache, and a polite gentleman style. He was less pretentious and friendly than Archbishop Raymond, but had more majesty without anger.

The Duke, who was calm, elegant and full of mature masculine charm, looked around and his eyes fell on Charlene among the guests. After looking at her for a moment with some consideration, he politely looked away.

"I'm sure you've all either heard of the rebellion in the western border or experienced it firsthand. The cult's infiltration of the kingdom's western border has reached this point, and His Majesty the King is furious..."

"Therefore, His Majesty the King and His Holiness the Pope propose that the seven great orthodox churches jointly establish the 'Order of Purification' and dispatch clergy to various noble territories in the Western Territory to investigate the intrusion of heretical cults and serve as religious advisors to prevent the corruption of the kingdom by dark forces."

After a brief opening statement, Duke Delawi got straight to the point, saying calmly, "I propose that Archbishop Raymond of Field City in the Western Territory be appointed as the Grand Master of the Purified Order, responsible for overseeing all matters of the order. The six major churches will each send representatives to form a supervisory committee to oversee the power of the Grand Master..."

But before he could finish, a rough sneer suddenly came from the hall.

"Just 'checking' for cult infiltration? Does Your Excellency the Duke really think that's enough?"

The sturdy Bjorn stood out from the crowd, like an iron tower standing in the crowd, his bald head shining in the candlelight.

Duke Delawi was extremely well-mannered and didn't seem annoyed at being interrupted. "Bishop Bujorn is absolutely right. Simply 'checking' is insufficient to deal with cult infestations. What are your thoughts?"

"Of course it's a trial!" Bjorn shouted in a deep voice, his rough voice booming. "Set up a tribunal in every noble territory to strictly investigate the infiltration of cults! Once a cultist is discovered, he will be executed immediately. No leniency will be shown!"

He glanced around with a cold gaze, then slammed his right fist against his left chest. "Praise be to our Lord, Thunder God! Storm believers are willing to lead the charge, serve as judges, and fight this evil cult to the bitter end!"

For a moment, the hall was completely silent. Selina and the other people from the Church of Law had ashen faces and dared not speak out.

These remarks clearly indicated an attempt to seize judicial power in the various noble territories and carry out lynchings. They openly and covertly disregarded the Law Church. How could they not be angry?

Sallelei's gaze swept over the members of the Church of the Law, and suddenly a thought occurred to her. She pondered for a moment, sneered, and was about to slam the table and teach the bald man a lesson when she heard a cold female voice in the distance.

"That's not true, Captain Bjorn."

Sallelei turned her eyes and saw a slender figure slowly standing up and stepping forward. It was a tall young woman with a pink "?92" on her head flashing slightly.

A gorgeous and intricate black dress outlined her curvy figure. A dark purple gauze shawl half covered her slender shoulders and snow-white chest. A jade-carved holy emblem hung above her deep white ravine, swaying gently with her steps.

This beautiful lady, as graceful, mysterious and elegant as the incarnation of the night sky, walked slowly over, and the guests involuntarily made way for her to pass straight ahead.

Under the gorgeous bun that was as black as night, a pair of deep blue eyes without a trace of warmth looked around, lingering briefly on Sharlele and Angeldel, and then fell on Bjorn.

Several priestesses of the Church of Plenty followed behind her, holding up her long, floor-length skirt. Many guests suddenly realized that this noblewoman, seemingly draped in the night sky, was not a priestess of the Church of Evernight, but a follower of Plenty.

The beautiful young woman who suddenly appeared in front of everyone was none other than the representative of the Church of Plenty, the "richest widow in the West", Countess Rebecca Feltro, and also Angeldale's distant aunt.

As the Countess appeared, Sharlene's nose trembled as she suddenly smelled a wonderful fragrance. This fragrance was very unique, a mixture of the body odor of a mature woman, the incense commonly used by noble ladies, and a hint of mellow and rich frankincense.