Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 31: Magical Intelligence

After taking Isadore from the warehouse, Shalelei brought her and Durenna to the underground prison of the Lord's Mansion. When the guard standing guard at the door saw her, he immediately bowed and saluted, "Lady Saint!"

"You've worked hard." Salares smiled and nodded, and the guards worked even harder, their backs straight. When they worked for Derek, they never got a good look.

And now their lord has been replaced by the beautiful and kind Saint Lady who is kind and caring to everyone, not to mention the new wages hanging heavy in their purses... The guards watched Salares leave with reverence, and couldn't help thinking: We can be considered to be serving the Duke's family!

Although there is a rather spacious dungeon under the lord's mansion, the only prisoner in the dungeon is the former steward Derek.

The arrogant and domineering former steward now sat dejectedly in the cold cell, like a frost-bitten eggplant, with shackles on his feet - probably the same pair that had once been worn on Salle's feet.

He seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight. He stared at the ground with his head hung in a daze, muttering "Impossible... Impossible...". But when he heard Charlotte's footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he rushed to the railing.

"My Lord - My Lord! No, Saint...My Saint!" Derek tried hard to force a flattering smile on his face, knelt humbly in front of the railing, and tried desperately to squeeze his face through the railing.

"I shouldn't have disrespected you, shouldn't have violated the laws of the kingdom... I shouldn't have disrespected the goddess... During the day... During the day, I don't know what happened to me! I swear to the goddess... It must be the devil who controlled me... It must be the devil who manipulated my mind! Those words I said to you... Those were definitely not my intentions!"

Listening to Derek's desperate cries, the corners of Salleh's mouth twitched slightly, and she almost couldn't maintain the gentle "standard saint smile" on her face.

It was me who controlled your mind at that time. Are you calling me a devil?

But looking at the girl in front of him, whose smile was still gentle and calm, as if it had never changed, Derek's heart sank little by little, and he felt cold to the bone.

This woman was someone whose expressions could never be used to guess her true nature. While she would smile gently, her eyes would flash a chilling light...

"Goddess, Goddess... I have never done anything against your teachings... Please spare my life! I... Oh, I still have use for you... I can help you manage this town...!"

Derek spoke incoherently, but the girl's gentle smile looked like the hideous grin of a devil in his eyes, causing him to retreat to the corner involuntarily using his hands and feet.

"And you say you haven't done anything against the Goddess's teachings! You charge such high taxes on everyone! And you don't even allow Uncle Nannide and his men to buy or sell anything! Do you know that people starve to death every winter?"

Isadore yelled angrily, slamming her fist against the iron railing with a loud bang. Derek shrieked and huddled up, holding his head.

But soon, he began to cough uncontrollably, so violently that it seemed as if he was going to cough out his lungs - without the blasphemous gift of strengthening his physique, his asthma soon relapsed.

"Once the goddess' blessing is taken away from you, it will never be given to you again." Shalelei said softly, while Durenna beside her was startled.

It can be taken back, and it won't be given a second time... Is he hinting at her not to betray? This thought flashed through the knight's mind for a moment, and then she heard Sharlelei continue, "But you can still answer some questions for me, Derek Volo... Where did those magical items in your mansion come from?"

"Yes... I brought it from Greystone Town! My brother... my brother has a wizard consultant... who can make magic items...!" Derek's voice trembled.

Graystone Town again. Rich in minerals, magical items, and even herbalists, what kind of feng shui treasure is this Graystone Town? Or is it just that Moon Spring Town is too poor and remote? Sharlelei sighed inwardly, then continued, "Mage Consultant?"

"It's an old wizard who lives in the wizard's tower on the outskirts of town! He's been there since before I was born. He never leaves the tower, and I've never seen him...!"

"Hmm..." Salaret twirled her hair, but she still didn't give up. After all, magical knowledge was too important to her. "So, do you have a collection of magic books, magic item production diagrams, or other magic-related items? Anything will do."

"Magic, magic..." Derek muttered, pulling at his hair, as if thinking hard. Finally, he opened his eyes wide and stood up suddenly, the chains on his feet making a rattling sound.

"Yes... yes! In the library of the lord's mansion... there's a magical item... I don't know what it's used for...!"

"Is there a magical item whose use is unknown?" Sharlelei frowned.

"Yes... yes! That was... that was found by a hunter in the stomach of a wild beast a few years ago. It's an elf-style bracelet!" Derek clung to the railing tightly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. "Elf things must be related to magic!"

Hearing this, Sharlelei couldn't help but laugh and cry. She didn't doubt Derek's words, because the previous head nun recorded that more than 30 years ago, an elf had indeed passed through Moon Spring Town on his way to the Black Forest and then disappeared.

If the elf died in the Black Forest, it would make sense for her remains to have come into Derek's hands in this way.

However, Derek's view of elves was so rustic that it made Charlene laugh. Everything elven was magical? So, was an elven toilet also a magical toilet?

But his words did remind Sallele that it was time to search the library in the lord's mansion. She was still hoping to find some steam engines and gunpowder. After obtaining the information she wanted, Sallele ignored Derek's pleas and left the dungeon.

Afterwards, Sharlele had the housekeeper of the lord's mansion arrange rooms, a sumptuous dinner, and hot baths for the succubus nuns, and she herself naturally moved into the lord's bedroom. Of course, this was after replacing all of Derek's belongings.

Night fell, but the bright light of the magic lamp still illuminated the room as if it were daytime. Sharlele sat on the soft big bed, flipping through the books she found in the library.

Although Derek had provided information about the elf bracelet, it was not easy to find something in such a large library. Therefore, Sharlele decided to rest for a night and then search carefully.

"Leave the wall defense work to Durenna and the guards for now. Hopefully, nothing serious will happen. To defend against monsters, we need to repair the wall as soon as possible. Oh, and let's get the cement out first..."

Sharlelei pondered as she browsed through the books. Edgar, the old Lord of Moon Spring, hadn't achieved much military success himself, but he had a vast collection of war-related books, including a large number of chivalric novels.

Just as she was thinking about her next plan, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door. Sallelei said "Come in", and the door creaked open, and a round head poked in.

Looking at the little goat horns on the golden head, Sharlelei couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong, Isadore, what's the matter?"

Isadore came in cautiously. She was wearing a thin nightgown, with bare white feet. She was holding a pillow in her arms, and her long succubus tail was dragging on the floor. Her eyes were full of desire and expectation when she looked at Sharlele.

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"Miss Salalei..." she called softly, taking small steps towards her. Her steps became faster and faster, until she almost ran over, threw herself onto the bed, and got close to Salalei, her little face flushed.

Like a cat jumping onto the bed...

Salarei couldn't help but laugh, ruffling her golden hair and blinking deliberately, "Let me guess... Little Isadore came to see me so late, is she trying to do something that succubi love to do?"

"No, no, that's not it. Um, your wound..." Isadore raised her head, her face flushed. She seemed to be at a loss for words. After hesitating for a long time, she finally uttered this sentence, "...your wound!"

"My wound?" Salares was very confused.

"It's, it's the wounds from that day... that day when I turned the sisters of the church and Miss Durenna into succubi!" Isadore gestured with her hands. "I, I brought medicine!"

Only then did Shalelei suddenly realize what was going on. She raised a finger with amusement and said, "Look, it's healed a long time ago."

Isadore opened her mouth in a daze, staring at the slender, white finger without a single scar. It seemed that her little head had not yet realized that the wound had happened a day ago.

But then, the finger in front of her continued to grow larger and poked her nose. Isadore looked up, only to see Sallelei's half-smile. "So... where's your medicine?"

Isadore finally woke up from her dream, screamed and began to grope around her body randomly, but she was only wearing a simple nightgown, and her random groping was of no use except for messing up the hem of her skirt, revealing her cute white and round thighs.

"No...no...I don't have any medicine..."

Tears gradually overflowed from her red eyes. Isadore looked at Sallelei with tears in her eyes, and her little mouth pouted.

Seeing this, Sharlelei burst out laughing and ruffled the little boar's hair. "Okay, it's okay without medicine. Look, a small wound like this on your finger will heal quickly."

"Hmm..." Isadore nodded dejectedly. Seeing her listless look, Sallelei couldn't help but want to tease her.

She stretched out her finger and waved it in front of Isadore. The little nun's eyes widened immediately, her gaze darting around. Then Salora tried to poke her nose, and Isadore dodged, pouting and staring at the finger, as if she mistook Salora and her finger for two different beings...

Suddenly, Salares opened her palms suddenly and made a "bang" sound from her mouth. Isadore was immediately frightened. Her eyes widened, her shoulders hunched, and even her hair stood up, just like a frightened cat.

But she soon reacted, glaring at Sallelei angrily and snapping her fingers, while Sallelei laughed so hard that she was out of breath.

But the laughter soon turned into pleading for mercy...

"Ouch, stop it, stop hitting me, you don't know how strong your hands are..."

Isadore suddenly came to her senses, her raised hand hanging in the air as she stammered, "I'm sorry, Saint, I... I..."

...It seems that this shouldn't be the case.

This time, I came here to get closer to the Saint. But this "closeness" doesn't seem to be what I imagined...

The inexplicable warmth in her chest slowly cooled down. Isadore looked blankly at Sallelei who was laughing in front of her, and suddenly felt an indescribable complex taste spreading under her tongue.

The Saint Lady... also had this side. Like the farm child playing with her. At this moment, she seemed... not sacred at all, just... an ordinary girl.

What is faith? At this moment, Isadore suddenly wondered, what is blasphemy? Is the blasphemy that the Saint Lady spoke of the same as the blasphemy that she desired?

The definition of "faith" that was originally very clear in her mind suddenly became blurred at this moment, becoming something that could not be explained to anyone.

"What's wrong, Isadore? You always stare blankly in front of me." Seeing that Isadore was slow to speak, Salaret poked her nose mischievously. The little nun just shook it and did not resist at all, but her face inexplicably turned red.

Hmm... could it be that her succubus nature is kicking in? Um... estrus? Ah... I don't think I should use that word... Should I teach her some basic crafts so she can work it out on her own?

Looking at the little succubus's red face and moist eyes, Sharlelei couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

At this moment, Isadore could never have imagined where the mind of this usually dignified and holy "Saint Lady" in front of her had wandered...

I didn't expect that when I came to this world, I would have to play both the role of a father and a mother. Not only do I have to build the territory, but I also have to provide sex education to succubi... Is this a bit outrageous?

To be honest, Sharlelei felt a little bit amused and helpless.

But just as she was thinking about where to start, Isadore looked at her blankly, and suddenly slapped her face, making a crisp "pa" sound.

This time, Salleh was startled. She looked blankly at the little nun whose cheeks were red and had several fingerprints on them.

"I, I'm fine, Saint!" Before Sallelei could speak, Isadore said loudly, even though her big red eyes were filled with tears, "That...that is, that..."

She racked her brains for a while before finally continuing, "...I, I want to thank you... for what you did for Uncle Nannide and the others..."

"Me?" Salercí asked. "What have I done for them?"

"Tell Derek and everyone else that the mountain folk aren't bad people!" Isadore's face was covered in several gleaming fingerprints, but her eyes shone brightly. "Uncle and the others are very kind to me, so I... I don't want to hear anyone say bad things about them... I'm really happy that you said they're good people!"

Salare was stunned for a moment, and her eyes gradually softened. She stroked the girl's soft hair and sighed inaudibly.

Yes, Isadore is a mixed race of mountain people and kingdom people, and her mother is also...

Moreover, under such circumstances, Isadore still grew up healthy and innocent. I believe that the previous head nun, Opheline, the nuns of the church, and the mountain people must have made a lot of efforts for this.

"Even if the mountain folk don't accept you as a half-blood?" she asked softly, and Isadore nodded vigorously. "It doesn't matter! Uncle and Auntie the High Priest both said... Even if I don't live in a mountain village, I still have the blood of the forest people and am the child of the Antlered Goddess! That's why they send deer, rabbits, and other things to the church every month..."

High Priest... Salaret chewed on this word. Nannide had mentioned it to her before. It seemed that he should be the leader of the mountain people.

"But ever since that damned bald guy started collecting the protection tax, Uncle Nannide and the others have had a hard time!" Isadore angrily waved her fists, then lowered her arms with an innocent smile. "So when you, Saint, said you wanted to abolish the protection tax, I was really happy!"

Salile also laughed and pinched her nose. "Why are you calling me Saint again? Didn't I tell you to just call me by my name?"

"That, that won't do..." Isadore waved her hands in panic, "The Saint is the Saint..." But Sallele did not give her a chance to retreat. She pretended to put on a stern face and moved forward, making the little succubus tremble all over like a cat pushed into a corner.

"Alright, stop calling me Saint Lady. Change your name."

"Change...change your name? Saint...er, Lord..."

"Why are they all honorifics..." Salarei sighed and sat back down. Seeing her disappointed expression, Isadore was about to burst into tears, still speaking incoherently: "That... Salarei... Miss, sister... Sister Sasha..."

"……Um?"

It seems like a very cute name.

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Sharlelei's heart moved, and she suddenly grabbed Isadore's hand: "What did you say just now?"

"Hey... Hey? Um, Lei, Sister Sasha..." Tears welled up in Isadore's eyes, but gradually, she found that the fair cheeks of Sallelei in front of her also turned red involuntarily, so she tried to call out again, "...Sister Sasha?"

Kill, the killing power is greater than I imagined...

Sharlele felt her face flush. She didn't know how long it had been since she'd been addressed with such a cute name, and the one who addressed her like that was a girl so much younger than her. Her old face, as a corporate slave, couldn't handle it...

"Hmm... you, you should just call me Salaret..."

"Salele...Miss, don't you like being called that..." Isadore blinked, her bright red eyes dimming. With a light cough, she reached out and twisted her horns, forcing the little succubus to raise her head.

"It's not that I don't like it. It's just that I'm a little... well, a little embarrassed. You... you can call me that in private." Salares said hesitantly, but Isadore's eyes gradually lit up.

"...Sister Sasha?" She broke free from Shalelei's hand, climbed up, circled around her, and called out again, "Sister Sasha?"

Calm down, calm down. Don't lose to that little piglet... Sallelei took a few deep breaths, then sat down on the edge of the bed, ran a hand through her hair, and smiled softly. "Hmm? What do you want me to do?"

At that moment, looking at the girl in front of her with a gentle smile, Isadore couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment. Her gaze followed her long eyelashes and slightly curved, rosy lips all the way down, lingering on the peaks that held up her thin nightgown, and she gently licked her slender, white, beautiful fingers...

Even in the blink of an eye, my mind was filled with her gentle and quiet smile with a hint of charm.

"Sister Sasha, I—" Isadore couldn't help but start, but before she could finish her words, she yawned. Sallelei looked at her in surprise, then burst out laughing.

Come to think of it, it's already midnight. Although she has turned into a succubus, Isadore's biological clock is still that of a child. She is almost falling asleep now.

"Then... come, come to your sister." Sallelei smiled, put her long and round legs together, and lifted the quilt.

Although she was drowsy, Isadore's cheeks gradually warmed up. She uttered a dazed "hmm" and crawled into Sallelei's bed.

Wrapped in warmth and softness, the sweet scent of the young girl filled her nose. Isadore involuntarily clamped her legs together, her cheeks growing hotter. Soon, a soft body shifted beside her, and Sharlelei slid into the bed, the two of them snuggling together.

A strong sense of fatigue came over Isadore, and her eyelids gradually became heavy. In a daze, she turned over, buried her face in a soft and elastic thing, and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the quilt, Sharlene felt the heavy weight pressing on her chest. The gentle smile on her face slowly disappeared, replaced by a blush that went all the way to her ears.

"It's completely different from when I played the Saint..."

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In a deep sleep, Isadore had a dream.

In her dream, she saw her mother, whom she had never met. She thought her mother would have reddish-brown hair and braids, like the mountain people. But for some reason, the mother in her dream had long, soft, slightly curly, light flaxen hair.

She lay in her mother's soft embrace, as if floating on a cloud, but she was confused and thought: What on earth did I want to do in the Saint's room? I think... I just wanted to be with her, just the two of us.

In her dreams, she always felt that there was something more she wanted to do, but what was it? The dream was chaotic and complicated, with countless thoughts floating in and out like beans in a soup pot.