Succubus cannot be a saint

"Monster! Monster! Over there!"

But at this moment, a guard suddenly yelled, and everyone looked closely and saw a small black shadow climbing up the wall more than ten meters away from the defense line and jumping down into the wall!

In the light of the fire, everyone could see clearly that the little beast's eyeballs were bloodshot and protruding from the eye sockets. Its body was covered with messy sharp horns, and a circle of sharp white teeth protruded from its lips, like a ball covered with barbs. The original animal characteristics were almost completely unrecognizable, and only from its big furry tail could they barely tell that it seemed to be a squirrel.

And the place where this mutant squirrel pounced was exactly where Isadore and the mountain people were!

The moment she realized this, Sharlene felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen.

The most terrifying thing about Warcraft is that even harmless creatures can become incredibly lethal after mutating. Church records show people being killed by mutated squirrels and even rabbits having their throats pierced.

Moreover, after small animals are transformed into monsters, they are too small and agile. Once they rush into a crowd, they are more troublesome than large monsters like deer.

"——Isadore!"

Sharlele screamed and rushed forward without thinking. Durenna jumped off the wall and turned into a gust of wind and rushed over.

But the two were too far away, and they watched as the strange and scary squirrel with sharp horns all over its body crashed into the group of mountain people!

Almost at the same time, Nanned roared. In this critical moment, he didn't even have time to draw his hunting knife. He instinctively pushed the little nun away and stood in front of the monster squirrel.

Then, a huge force suddenly surged from the side, and Nanned was thrown to the ground. He raised his head from the ground, but the next moment his eyes widened. What happened next was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

A petite figure stood in front of him, holding the hammer in her small hands, swinging it high like a stick, and smashing it on the mutant squirrel!

With a dull thud, the squirrel, like a ball of barbed wire, drew a graceful arc in the air and flew far out of the wall. Its chirping gradually became quieter until it completely disappeared into the night sky.

Durenna was completely stunned, and she crashed into a tree with a cry of "ouch." Meanwhile, Sharlele stared blankly at the squirrel flying away like a baseball, and after a long moment, she muttered:

"Holy crap, a home run..."

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Just like that, the monster's attack finally came to an end. Durenna, having regained consciousness, rubbed the bump on her head and directed the guards to form a formation and continue defending. Meanwhile, Sharlelei rushed forward and hugged Isadore in her arms.

"Isadore, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Sharlelei held the little nun's shoulders and examined her from head to toe. After confirming that she was not injured, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was only then that she felt her legs go weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Isadore stared blankly at her "Lady Saint", her pale face, red eyes, and rapidly heaving breasts, and suddenly realized - this was the first time she saw the Lady Saint lose her composure like this.

All along, the Saint Lady has given people a sense of ease and composure, as if everything is under her control, and nothing can move her...

But now, she saw a different side of the Saint. Her hesitation, her anxiety, her worry... It was as if... It was as if she had instantly shed all her sacred halo and turned into an ordinary girl.

And the Saint Lady's unusual side was revealed because of her... Even at this moment, the Saint Lady's entire attention belonged to her... Thinking of this, Isadore stared intently at Sallelei, the corners of her lips involuntarily curling up slightly, a strange and secret joy rising in her heart...

In this way, does it mean that we are closer to the Saint Lady... and her sister Sasha?

At this moment, Shailelei had just recovered from her shock. Seeing the little girl staring at her intently with a silly smile on her face, she pulled her little face in annoyance, "You're still smiling like an idiot... You scared me to death just now!"

But then she changed her mind. Isadore didn't climb the wall, nor did she do anything dangerous. This was purely an accident. So she put her hand down and sighed: "Forget it... I'm glad you're okay."

"Hehe..." Isadore still smiled innocently, "I told you, I'm very strong, Saint!"

"Yes, yes... What if you give me back the blessing?" Salaret poked her little nose unhappily. She looked up and saw that the mountain people had gathered not far away, so she took Isadore's hand and went to greet them.

Meanwhile, Nanned had just come back to his senses from the chaos. He was still immersed in the shock of Isadore pushing him down and sending the monster flying with a hammer.

Smashing a monster with one hammer would be fine... but the problem is, she single-handedly pushed herself over. Could a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl single-handedly push down a nearly two-meter-tall man?

Not only him, but even the mountain folk who witnessed this scene were speechless for a long time. However, unlike the royal guards, whose faces were beaming with joy, immersed in the joy of victory, the mountain folks' gazes towards Sharlele and Isadore were filled with a hint of gloom and an inexplicable fear.

Isadore... Did Isadore gain this power by receiving the blessing of pagan gods?

Suddenly, an idea popped up in Nannide's mind. The moment he thought of it, the look in his eyes as he looked at Isadore slowly changed.

Yes, it must be so, there is no other possibility, Isadore is no longer...

But before he could think further, Sharlele came in front of him.

"Mr. Nannide." The pagan saint held the little nun's hand and looked at him calmly. "I have a request. I hope to take away the corpse of a magical beast for investigation and research. I wonder if you can agree to my request?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the mountain people behind Nannide immediately began to whisper, and the looks they cast towards Sharlele gradually became mixed with suspicion and anger.

"Pagan saint... I'm very grateful for what you've done for us." Nannide's expression gradually became serious, and his voice became colder. "But this is about the sacrifice to the Deer Horned Goddess. I—"

But before Nanned could finish his words, a slightly hoarse and steady female voice came from the mountain people behind him.

"——This is about the sacrifice to the Antler Goddess. I'm afraid Nanned can't make the decision."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mountain people made way for him and a woman slowly walked forward.

And above her head, there was a faintly glowing pink "?51" floating.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 48: High Priest

The woman who appeared before Sharlele was in her early thirties, slender and pretty. Like the other mountain people, she had reddish-brown curly hair braided in a very ethnic style. Her skin was a healthy light brown, and her face was painted with blue-green eyeshadow and facial tattoos.

She was wearing a shawl and robe decorated with feathers. The light brown arms exposed outside the sleeves were strong yet soft. She held a strange wooden staff with animal horns and wolf fangs hanging on it and covered with dark green lines. She exuded a unique wild charm.

"High Priest." Seeing the woman, Nannide immediately bowed and took two steps back, saying in a low voice.

...Is this the leader of the mountain people? The high priest who said, "Children are innocent." Sharlene's heart moved and she glanced at Isadore, while the little nun shouted happily, "Auntie Granny!"

The mountain priestess named Granny smiled slightly, revealing her sharp white canine teeth. She was quite tall and sturdy, a full head taller than Sharlele and just as tall as Durenna. She appeared friendly and endearing, yet exuded a hint of danger, like a she-wolf.

"May your gods protect you, pagan 'saint'..." The brown-skinned woman said softly, stroking her chest with her hand.

"May the blessings of the Antlered Goddess bless you, respected high priestess." Sharlelei bowed, but in her heart she had already begun to instinctively think about how to turn this mountain priestess into a succubus.

A brown-skinned succubus, huh? So, if I were to snatch the mountain folk's priestess from them, wouldn't that be a bit like a minotaur?

However, for the current succubi, a Desire Number of 51 is still too difficult. After all, for every point lower in Desire Number, the required magic power more than doubles.

"Thank you for what you've done for this town and our clan." Granny calmly looked at the beautiful girl in front of her, while Salares did the same. "But I'm sorry, we can't meet your request... The monster's corpse must be burned to avoid..."

At this point, she took a deep breath and stared into the purple eyes of the girl in front of her: "To prevent the vengeful spirits of the beasts living there from possessing humans."

Hearing this, Sharlelei's heart tightened. The beast's spirit... could possess humans? Was this why the mountain folk were so determined to burn the beast's corpses?

"Could you please elaborate?" she whispered.

Granny narrowed her eyes. As she did so, her long nose wrinkled slightly, revealing a hint of wolf-like danger and ferocity.

"This is the first time that someone from the kingdom wants to learn more about our faith..." She tapped the ground lightly with her wooden staff and looked around. "I will take this 'pagan saint' to the House of Souls." But she said this to the mountain people.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a commotion among the mountain folk. Some began to murmur, "How can a pagan be allowed into the House of Souls?" But under the priestess's majestic and fierce gaze, they quickly quieted down.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency the High Priest." Shalelei bowed slightly and gestured to Durenna, who was not far away, asking her to continue defending here. She touched Isadore's head and was about to ask her to stay here when Isadore blinked and said, "I won't go with you, Saint. Only those invited by the priests can go to the House of Souls!"

Sharlelei couldn't help but laugh and cry, thinking that you little girl is quite familiar with the traditions of the mountain people.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency the Saint. No weapons are allowed into the House of Souls. Please allow us to search you." Granny lowered her head slightly, and two mountain women came out.

"Priest sister, do I look like I have a weapon?" Salleh deliberately puffed out her chest. Even the loose nun's uniform could not hide the trembling of her plump breasts.

Granny was stunned for a moment, and she exchanged glances with the two mountain women. Somehow, a blush appeared on her light brown cheeks, and she was at a loss for words as to how to respond.

"I was just kidding, haha, come on." Sallelei smiled and raised her arms leisurely, shaking them again. Granny was both angry and amused, but she subconsciously looked away, not daring to look at the girl in front of her with such a charming smile.

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Soon, Sharlelei, led by Granny, arrived at the "Soul House" located in the deepest part of the mountain village. At first glance, the house was just an ordinary wooden house with dried herbs hanging under the eaves, which was quite shamanic.

But what was incredible was that the moment she stepped into the house, Sharlene's heart calmed down involuntarily. The quiet and peaceful atmosphere accompanied by the fragrance of herbs filled the entire house, and even her tense heartstrings gradually relaxed.

As a succubus, she could be sure that this was not the effect of herbs or incense, nor was it a religious atmosphere, but a supernatural spiritual influence.

In the center of the hut stood a small shrine, decorated with beautiful garlands, herbs, and deer antlers, but Sharlene only had to glance at it to notice something was wrong with the shrine.

Without exception, those wreaths are made of spring and summer flowers. In this era without preservation technology, how can these flowers still show no signs of withering even now in September?

Combined with the unusually peaceful atmosphere in the room, the answer is obvious...

"Don't be nervous, pagan saint." Granny, as if sensing Salares's alertness, turned around, a hint of a smile appearing on her light brown face. But for some reason, this smile seemed so lonely and desolate. "The Antlered Goddess no longer responds to our prayers. Just consider this house her last miracle."

Then, she tapped the ground with her wooden staff and slowly walked around the shrine. "Follow me, pagan saint. What I want to show you is not just the decline of our ancient sect..."

Salares followed Granny into the inner room, and when the priestess lifted the curtain on the wall, she couldn't help but gasp.

——Hanging on the wall was a pile of white bones.

At first glance, it looked like a human skeleton, but it was two meters tall. It was hard to imagine what a burly man it was in life.

But the shocking thing was not just that. The skull had a long snout and fangs, not like a human, but rather like the skeleton of a canine. Even the palms, tibia and feet of the skeleton showed the appearance of a canine.

But what is strange is that the skull that looks like a wolf's bone has small short horns that look like the antlers of a young deer.

"Is this... a werewolf's skeleton?" Shalelei stared at the skeleton and spoke slowly after a while.

"'Werewolf'?... That's not wrong." Granny turned in front of the werewolf skeleton and tapped the ground with her staff. "These are the bones of our ancestors from over a hundred years ago..."

"Are these mountain people...?" Although she had a vague premonition when she saw the werewolf skeleton, when she heard Granny say it herself, Sharlene couldn't help but take a step back.

"Yes, this is our ancestor who was punished by the goddess and possessed by the spirit of a wild beast... At that time, this ancestor went mad under the moon and transformed into a wild beast, killing dozens of people before being killed."

Granny slowly walked past Sharlele, bringing with her the bitter scent of herbs. "The Antlered Goddess commands the beasts of the forest, and the spirits of all the beasts are her servants. When mortals anger the goddess, she sends her spirit to possess the sinners, transforming them into ferocious beasts, no longer human..."

"Over two hundred years ago, our ancestors already lived on this land. At that time, the people of your kingdom had not yet explored this land, so they knew nothing about the divine punishment of the Deer Horned Goddess. And now, divine punishment has once again befallen this land..."

Granny turned around at the shrine, her bright green eyes clouded over. "Pagan Saint, do you still wish to study the corpses of those beasts? Or... do you also wish to become a beast like those skeletons?"

If before, Sharlele was skeptical about the rumor that "the monster represents the divine punishment of the Antler Goddess", then when she saw the werewolf skeleton, she believed it about 80%, but she still had a trace of doubt in her heart.

If what Granny said is true, the vengeful spirits of the beasts in the corpses of monsters will attach themselves to living people and turn them into werewolves, then Yuequan Town will be in real danger.

These werewolves didn't even need to come in groups like Warcraft. Just one person needed to transform into a beast on the spot and kill people wantonly. That would be enough to break the morale of the army that she had worked so hard to maintain and plunge Yuequan Town into chaos.

But...is this really the case?

It wasn't that Shalelei didn't believe Granny, but based on her own experience with the monster, she still had some doubts about the matter. The thing that puzzled her most was the monster's "horn".

"Your Excellency, High Priest." Sharlelei turned and gazed into Granny's deep green eyes. "When the mountain people's ancestors transformed into werewolves, did a disaster caused by magical beasts also break out?"

"That happened a hundred years ago, and many records are incomplete... But neither books nor oral stories or legends mention Warcraft..."

Salaret's eyes narrowed.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 49: The Archer

When the mountain people turned into werewolves a hundred years ago, no monsters appeared.

Does this mean that there are many kinds of "Divine Punishment of the Antlered Goddess", or... one of the two things, Warcraft and Werewolf, is not a divine punishment?

"I know what you're trying to say, pagan saint." But Granny's hesitation only lasted a moment. The brown-skinned priestess quickly regained her composure and determination. "You're saying that since there weren't any magical beasts back then, the magical beasts of today wouldn't necessarily trigger werewolf transformation...right?"

She took a step forward, enveloping Sharlene in the shadow of her body, her deep blue eyes gazing at her intensely: "But... do you dare to bet?"

Sallelei was speechless. This was the crux of the matter—no one dared to gamble on this possibility.

Countless monsters can be killed, but if Sharlelei and Granny make a wrong bet just once and one of them turns into a werewolf, then Moon Spring Town will be in disaster.

"But Your Excellency, High Priest, don't you find it strange?" Sharlelei's thoughts raced, and she suddenly remembered the matter of those "horns." Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. "I believe you have also seen those magical beasts with your own eyes, and the horns growing on them."

"Horns are the symbol of the Antler Goddess. The fact that Warcraft is covered with horns is undoubtedly a sign of the goddess's power. Is there anything strange about this?" Granny frowned.

"But... the direction those horns grow is strange. Although the monsters use them to attack, the horns often penetrate their bodies, tearing their flesh and even hindering their movement."

Sharlelei gently moved to Granny's side, sorting out her thoughts as she spoke, and the brown-skinned priestess's eyes followed her figure.

She picked out the doubts she had noticed earlier one by one, and repeatedly sorted them out in her mind. "When those monsters run, their horns tear their bodies apart. The dirty blood on the ground is proof. If the monsters are the wrath of the Deer Horn Goddess, her punishment for the people, then why do their horns hinder their movement?"

After hearing what Charlene said, a trace of bewilderment gradually crept onto Granny's light brown face. The priestess's brow furrowed, and she began pacing with her cane. But in the end, she shook her head.

"You have indeed seen something that we mountain folk have overlooked. But the problem we face remains unchanged. The mountain folk can prove that the goddess's divine punishment did occur, but—pagan saint, can you bet that it won't happen?"

Sharlelei sighed, and a deep feeling of powerlessness came over her heart.

She knew that Granny was right. She also knew that she couldn't gamble on this. At least not until she could prove that the Warcraft wasn't a divine punishment from the Antler Goddess.

"I understand, High Priest. I was presumptuous. I agree that the mountain folk should dispose of the monster corpses in the traditional way. But I have something else to ask of you."

Seeing that Salares no longer insisted on studying the corpse, Granny's expression gradually softened. "The mountain people thank you for what you have done for our tribe, pagan saint. On a personal note, I also thank you for saving Isadore..."

"How did you..."

"Isadore is such a big mouth. She told everything to Nanned during their casual chat. Nanned told me." A smile flashed across Granny's green eyes, but then a hint of sadness appeared. "The child is innocent... We should take her in, but I can't ignore the voices of other tribesmen. Fortunately, your church is willing to take care of her..."

Then, the brown-skinned priestess placed her hand on her chest and bowed deeply to Salares, her reddish-brown braids drooping gently. "Therefore, I will do my best to fulfill your request, pagan saint."

"Sister Granny, are you telling the truth?" Sharlele blinked her eyes, walked up to Granny, grabbed her hand and helped her up.

The girl's delicate, crystal-clear, and almost flawless skin touched the woman's slightly rough skin. Even Granny herself didn't know why, but when she looked at the smiling, pretty and beautiful girl in front of her, her heart suddenly moved.