Succubus cannot be a saint

What were the terms "faith" and "blasphemy"? Even if she searched the holy book in her hand, she couldn't find the answers she sought. And facing the uneasiness that rose and fell with her breathing, she could only stand there in confusion.

At this moment, the world in Isadore's ears was completely silent, and the voices that used to clamor in her heart also fell silent. Questions of this and that, like wild roses growing wildly, emerged one after another from the garden of her heart, tightly closed buds.

It’s a pity that in this quiet night, the only person who can illuminate this garden and gently make these flowers bloom is sleeping with the world.

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In Isadore's mind, Salora was, in a sense, like dew or the moon, vanishing in the morning. Ever since she met Salora, she had never seen the Saint stay out of bed; she always rose early and began to work on her tasks.

But this time, the "Saint Lady" stayed in bed for the first time ever, and stayed in bed until noon.

During this period, Ophelin and Durenna came to visit her several times, but seeing how soundly she slept, they could only smile bitterly and shake their heads and leave.

The "heavy responsibility" of taking care of Sharlele naturally fell on Isadore's shoulders, which made the little succubus feel a sweet feeling in her heart.

At noon, Sharlele finally woke up from her deep sleep and groggily opened her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the documents piled on her desk and heard from Isadore that Durenna had something to report.

"Oh, I finally got enough sleep today... Oh no, I was planning to give Isadore a hygiene lesson yesterday. Forget it, let's talk about it when we have time..."

Sharlelei rubbed her eyes, basked in the afternoon sunshine, and stretched herself to her heart's content. Her light flaxen hair fell like a waterfall, and the fullness of her breasts swayed happily in the sunlight. Through the sunlight, one could even clearly see the hemispherical shadow under her thin nightgown.

The little nun, kneeling on the bed and hugging her pillow, stared at the scene with her eyes wide open, her face flushing involuntarily. Seeing Sallelei turn her head to look at her, she quickly buried her head in the pillow, making a muffled sound.

"Lady Saint, are you going to deal with work again?"

"Yeah." Salares smiled slightly, looking at Isadore who buried her head like an ostrich and her tail wagging behind her. She became playful and grabbed the tail and pinched it on the little heart.

"babble--!"

Isadore almost jumped out of the bed and looked at Salleh at a loss, like a kitten whose tail was suddenly grabbed by its owner.

I hope that one day you won't say something like "Saint Lady, there's still a lot of work to do, you can't rest yet"...

Sharlele looked at the bewildered little succubus with a smile and touched her little horn.

"After sleeping for so long, it's time to get up. By the way, Isadore, please ask Miss Durenna to come in later and hear what she wants to report."

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 43: Militia

Half an hour later, Durenna walked into Sharlelei's office under the guidance of Isadore.

At this time, the "Saint Lady" was already dressed neatly, still in a simple nun's uniform, sitting at the table and concentrating on handling official business. A strand of light flaxen hair hung down, adding a touch of intellectual beauty to her.

And her plump breasts were just... resting on the table.

Durenna's heart stirred, and she involuntarily looked down at her chivalrous chest, a strange feeling rising in her heart. But when she looked up, she saw Salares's beautiful eyes gazing at her with a smile, and she quickly coughed, bowed, and said:

"Lady Saint, I have selected twenty militiamen as you instructed. They are now waiting for your inspection in the courtyard of the Lord's Mansion."

"Thank you for your hard work, my knight. How are the monsters and the walls doing?"

"Recently, magical beasts have been attacking every one or two days, and their numbers are gradually increasing. The last time a magical beast attacked, there were already eight of them," Durenna said solemnly. "As for the walls... With the 'Saint Mortar', the project is progressing smoothly. If nothing goes wrong, it will be completed by tomorrow night."

Sharlelei nodded grimly. The good news of the wall project's smooth progress didn't cheer her up. It was only the beginning of the Wheat Wave Month, and already the number of attacking monsters was increasing. Who knew how many would arrive once the Falling Leaves Month arrived...

And there was one thing that concerned her very much, which was the reason why Warcraft appeared.

These beasts were originally just ordinary wild beasts in the forest, but they became what they are today due to some reason. Although the villagers say that this is a punishment from the Deer Horned Goddess, the truth of the matter still needs to be investigated.

If it really has something to do with the gods, then it would be a lot of fun. I wonder if this fake saint can handle it.

"Where are the corpses of those monsters?" Shalelei frowned.

"The mountain people forbade us to touch the corpses of the monsters and insisted on burning them on the spot. That must be their religious tradition, so I didn't stop them and let them burn it."

Hearing this, Sharlelei paused writing, then let out a long sigh, "...You're right. At this critical juncture, unity is the most important thing."

She had originally wanted to bring the monster's corpse back for research, but that didn't seem possible. It seemed she'd have to try to convince Nanned, and the mountain folk's "high priest" who had never appeared before...

"Lady Saint, you really should go and see the wall on the west side of the town." Seeing that Salares frowned and remained silent, Durenna raised her voice slightly and smiled. "This is the first time I've seen Old Root and his apprentices working so hard."

Sharlelei smiled, quickly signed her name on a document, and stood up. "Let's go review the future soldiers."

"Wait a minute, Sha... that is, the Saint!" Seeing that Shalelei was about to get up and leave, Isadore hurriedly called out, "I, I also want to help the Saint! I..."

But the answer she got was a hand on her head.

"Then I'll leave it to you to find the magic bracelet in the library." Salares ruffled Isadore's hair with a smile. The little succubus looked up in confusion, "...the library?"

"Didn't Derek mention before that there was a magic bracelet in the library?" Speaking of this, Shailelei also remembered the work she had assigned to Ophelin and the others. Her expression was a little embarrassed. "Ophelin and the others have been a bit busy lately, so I can only give it to Isador."

Upon hearing this, Isadore's eyes lit up immediately, and her braids almost stood up to the sky, while Durenna turned her head away in embarrassment.

Those succubus nuns were more than just "a little busy"—they were practically slaving away! The Saint Lady demanded they count every coin and every bit of supplies Derek had looted, even recording every tax he'd ever collected. Durenna had no doubt there were some taxes Derek himself had forgotten.

"Really, really, you can only leave it to me?" Isadore grabbed Salare's arm and shook it vigorously, while Salare pinched her soft little face and continued to indulge the little succubus. "Yes, yes, only Isadore can do this."

"Wow - I understand! Don't worry, Lady Saint, I will help you find it right away!" Isadore jumped three feet high with joy, showing off her thin arms and making a muscle-flexing pose, then ran out of the office in a flash, with her two braids flying.

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A few minutes later, Shalelei and Durenna arrived at the open space in the courtyard of the lord's mansion.

Although she was mentally prepared, she still sighed inwardly when she saw the farmers standing sparsely, hunched over, and with pale faces.

She certainly didn't think Durenna was fooling her. Given the conditions in Yuequan Town, these people were likely to be in relatively good physical condition. It seemed they needed to take their military training a bit slow.

When the farmers saw the "Saint Lady" walking towards them, they couldn't help but become nervous and stood up straight.

"I believe you all know why you've gathered here." Approaching the farmers, Shailelei raised her voice, scanning their numb faces. "You will receive training here until you are qualified to join the lord's palace guard. Then, you will climb the west wall of the town to fight against the monsters, protecting yourselves and the lives of your loved ones."

Hearing this, the farmers' faces turned pale, some began to mutter to themselves, and some started crying.

"Silence! Silence!" Durenna stepped forward and shouted, "How can you behave in front of the Saint?"

The farmers' commotion gradually subsided. Sharlene looked at their timid expressions, took a step forward and smiled.

"You don't have to be so fearful. I swear by the Lord of Moon Spring Town and in the name of the Saint, that as long as you obey my orders and train diligently, I will do my best to ensure your safety."

As he spoke, an invisible charm spread, soothing the farmers. Gradually, the fear on their faces disappeared, replaced by a trance.

"I promise that as long as you can complete the training program and join the Guard, you will be able to enjoy the Guard's salary. And during your training, I will also provide you with meals and wages every day. Even if you don't complete the training program, I will not take back the money."

Salares' voice echoed in the farmers' minds, constantly stirring their thoughts. And in Durenna's eyes, those bewildered farmers gradually lit up with a hint of enthusiasm, and a dreamy smile appeared on their faces...

"Now, those who do not wish to receive training may leave."

Sallelei clapped her hands, awakening the farmers from their trance. They looked at each other, but in the end, no one chose to leave.

"Very good... Now I declare that the training begins."

Sharlelei smiled and glanced at Durenna. The female knight was still a little confused, and her gaze towards Sharlelei was filled with confusion and suspicion.

More than twenty years of aristocratic education had deeply engraved the world's war model in her heart, along with the idea that "common people are ignorant, lazy, and useless."

Even after becoming a succubus, she still followed her previous thinking habits and subconsciously believed that Sharlele's attempt to train civilians was futile.

Durenna's thoughts were written all over her face, so how could Shalelei not see it? However, she didn't explain the knight's suspicion, but simply laughed it off.

——It’s time to show you how the succubus trains its troops.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 44: Succubus Invites the Enemy

Ander never thought that one day he, a peasant working in the fields, would experience such a day.

The harvest this year was not good, and Ander's family could not pay the mountain defense tax no matter what. He was ready to kneel down in front of the lord's mansion and beg the steward for mercy, and was even ready to do hard labor for the lord in the mansion.

Even though his neighbor, old Jack, died of exhaustion doing hard labor in the lord's mansion a year ago because he couldn't pay the grain, but... what else could he do?

But not long ago, when the nuns came to the bulletin board in the town square and announced that "Lady Saint" would replace Derek to rule Moon Spring Town and abolish all the messy taxes including the "anti-mountain dweller tax", Ander really felt that the goddess must have heard their prayers and appeared on earth.

He also envied the street craftsman, Old Root, immensely, for being able to see the Saint's beauty. But he never expected that this opportunity would actually fall upon him.

Ever since that beautiful female knight came to recruit militiamen, Ander felt like he was dreaming, until he saw the Saint Lady, who was even more beautiful and gentle than the female knight, like a goddess, personally promise that a peasant like him could also become a lord's private soldier...

You have to know that the previous generation and the generation before that of those soldiers... were all the lords' private soldiers. They were all trained since childhood and were not from the same world as these farmers.

But now, the Saint Lady actually said... as long as they passed the training assessment, they could become private soldiers? And even if they didn't pass, they would still be provided with food and money during the training period!

This made him wonder if he had already entered heaven.

As for whether he could join the militia, and whether he would really have to fight monsters after joining the militia... these questions also popped up in Ander's mind. But in the gentle voice of the Saint, these thoughts quickly disappeared. He had only one thought in his mind: to join the Lord's Guard and fight for the Saint and his family.

But soon, after the training actually began, he realized that things were far from simple.

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After witnessing Sharlele's "training" with her own eyes, not only the confused farmers, but even Durenna felt extremely incredible.

The Saint didn't teach these peasants basic fighting techniques, nor did she teach them how to wield a sword. Instead, she divided them into four teams and trained them in running, standing, and marching. Her requirements were so meticulous and demanding that they were practically unheard of. They were told to stand still for ten minutes, with their hands pressed against their thighs, and their backs straight...

And there are those strange commands that require them to perform corresponding actions after hearing the commands... What's the point of this?

But this was not what shocked Durenna the most.

What baffled her most was what the Saint Lady was actually planning on doing... a "group competition." After the posture and formation tests, the group with the most failures would have to do extra push-ups as punishment, while the group with the fewest failures would receive extra pay for all members.

She vaguely understood what the Saint wanted to do, but could this alone really transform these lazy peasants?

But the next moment, when the Saint Lady finished explaining the competition rules and announced the start of the test, she was shocked to see that the eyes of those peasants seemed to be blazing with fire. Each of them was desperately trying to make their movements meet the standards, even using all their strength...

The final result was far beyond Durenna's expectations. Surprisingly, one group of five met the Saint's requirements, and without hesitation, she ordered her to fetch the purse and distribute the money on the spot. The other peasants' eyes-bulging greed as they stared at the "winners" etched a deep impression on her.

After a short break, those peasants actually asked the Saint Lady for another match!

Fortunately, the Saint Lady refused them and, seeing that it was getting late, she instead ordered her to ask the kitchen to prepare meals for them.

And after that, seeing the big pieces of bread and thick porridge brought by the cook, the peasants were ready to pounce on them like hungry wolves. Just when Durenna turned her head away, unwilling to see these untouchables eating like pigs, something unexpected happened to her.

"stand at attention!"

The Saint, who had been smiling and silent until a moment ago, suddenly changed her expression and shouted mercilessly. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the peasants suddenly stood upright, their hands pressed tightly to their thighs. No one dared to move an inch, their movements so uniform that Durenna's eyes almost popped out of her head.

"Line up, march in step!"

The Saint Lady gave another order, and those peasants who had been hunched over and standing sparsely a few hours ago actually ran and quickly lined up, walking towards the food in square steps.

It's just like training a dog...

Durenna looked in disbelief at those "peasants" who had been reborn, and then at the smiling Saint Lady, and felt that the worldview she had built up over the past twenty years was collapsing bit by bit.

Is this "completely incapable of training troops"? If this is called incapable of training troops, then what are the nobles who only rush forward with their own private troops called? Pig herders?

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It was only then that Ander, who was chewing the bread in big mouthfuls, slowly came back to his senses.

If it weren't for the distinct touch of the coins in his trouser pocket and his aching back, he would even have thought he was dreaming.

Ever since the Saint Lady announced the start of the training, he felt his mind was a bit fuzzy. In his confusion, he had only one thought in mind, which was to obey every word the Saint Lady said and to do every action to the best of his ability.

It seemed as if his body did not belong to him and had nothing to do with his will. He was desperately completing every instruction issued by the Saint, and engraving every word the Saint said deeply in his brain, in his muscles and bone marrow.

And when the Saint Lady personally placed the coin belonging to the winner in his hand, bathed in the envious and jealous gazes of his teammates in other groups, and looking at the smiles on the faces of his teammates, a strange but incomparable shudder of happiness flowed from the top of Ander's head all the way through his whole body.

He wants to fight for the Saint.

"--stand up!"

Suddenly, the familiar shout rang out again. Ender, his mind completely blank, stood up like lightning, his back straight, not even noticing the bread in his hand fall to the ground. The farmers around him also stood up in unison, even stopping chewing.

The Saint slowly walked past them. They looked straight ahead, nervously accepting her scrutiny. Finally, the heavenly voice rang out again: "Very good, everyone, continue eating."

They finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the ground in a twisted manner, and started to chew the bread again.

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Sharlelei returned to Durenna's side, looked at the farmers sitting on the ground eating and drinking, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you understand?"

"I...this..." Durenna woke up as if from a dream. She hesitated for a long time before muttering in a dreamlike voice, "This is unbelievable..."

"Nothing incredible." Salares shook her head. "These are all very simple things. I just added a little 'seasoning'."

She gave Durenna a sly smile and poked her in the ribs. "And you have this 'seasoning' too, don't you?"

Durenna suddenly realized.

——It turns out that this Saint Lady is using the succubus’s charm ability to train her soldiers!

It turns out that the succubus's charm ability can be used in this way?

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 45: Wall