Succubus cannot be a saint

The Saint is...my sister?

Yes, yes, the Saint is older than me, so it should be like this, but...

Deep inside Isadore, a small voice said: That's not right.

It shouldn't be like this. This wasn't what she desired. The Saint Lady she longed for was her "Sister Sasha," but she shouldn't treat her like a sister, but... but...

And what is it?

The little succubus's thoughts suddenly stopped. Even she herself didn't know where this desire, this hope, and this impulse would end. She didn't know what she wanted.

But she knew that what she wanted was not just a "sister".

Tasting the slight bitterness and depression in her heart, although she was leaning on the shoulder of the Saint, and although she was staying in the arms of the Saint whom she had longed for for a long time, at this moment, Ishado still shed tears for some reason.

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late at night.

Just as Salares said, she arranged for the maid to move Isadore's things to her room, and from then on the two of them lived in the same bedroom.

After handling official business during the day, Sharlene quickly fell asleep. But in the darkness, two scarlet lights suddenly lit up.

Since becoming a succubus, she could see clearly even in the dark. The night was no longer an obstacle to Isadore's actions. The little succubus stood up from the large bed and stared at Sharlelei who was sleeping in the darkness.

Those crimson eyes, eager and almost greedy, swept over the girl's figure, from the dark golden horns on her head all the way down, along her light-colored hair, her small chin, her slender neck, all the way to her plump, high breasts. In those crimson eyes, even through the moonlight, the rounded shadow outline beneath the thin nightgown could be seen.

Somehow, Isadore's heart moved, and she secretly took out a handkerchief from under her pillow. In the darkness, the little succubus raised the handkerchief to her nose with a blushing face and sniffed it, but soon frowned.

—After such a long time, the scent of Sister Sasha on the handkerchief is almost gone...

She suddenly had an idea and secretly stuffed the handkerchief next to the sleeping Charlotte, then crawled back into the bed, rubbed the soft quilt with satisfaction, and closed her eyes.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 54: The Importance of Foreign Languages

The next morning, as soon as Isadore opened her eyes, she felt that the warmth that had been wrapping her up all night had dissipated. The little succubus sat up on the bed, looked at the sunlight pouring into the room from the window, squinted her eyes, and her little tail behind her swayed, as if she wanted to vent her frustration, and slapped the sheets.

Just like before, before she woke up, Sharlelei had already gotten up and left. Without even thinking, Isadore pictured her own Saint Lady sitting at her desk, processing documents.

"Sister Sasha...when can we rest?"

The girl muttered softly, a blush on her face, and fell to the place where Sharlene had lain last night, burying her face in the pillow.

At the same time, just as Isadore thought, before she even opened her eyes, Sharlele got up and started her day's work.

In the study, a soft, white hand lifted a pale blue crystal from the base of the magic lamp, and the bright light instantly went out. A girl in a loose nun's robe turned and drew aside the curtains, letting the soft morning light fill the room.

"Just lift the energy crystal from the rune base, cut off the magic power supply, and turn off the light. What a crude way to turn it on and off..."

After glancing at the crystal in her hand, Sharlelei sighed softly, put it aside, and returned to her desk. On her desk lay the unfinished magic manuscript.

After reading the manuscript thoroughly, Sharlelei had a basic understanding of how the wizards in this world cast spells.

"The essence of casting a spell is to use mental energy to construct the spell's rune structure, injecting magic power into it to produce the spell's effect... Hmm, this is quite similar to Earth's electrical circuit system. The principle of crafting magic items is similar to casting a spell, except that the rune structure is engraved on the magic-conducting material..."

Thinking of this, Sharlele looked at the extinguished magic lamp again.

The silver rune base of this lamp is engraved with the most basic "Light Magic" rune, and it is permanently activated. As long as a crystal for power is placed on the base, it will always be effective.

The way to turn this lamp on and off is to put the energy crystal on and take it off...

"Isn't this just pulling out the battery? How stupid!"

After learning about the working principle of the magic lamp, this was the first thought that came to Sharlene's mind. But she changed her mind and thought that in order to allow ordinary people without magical talent to operate magic items, removing the battery was indeed the most cost-effective method.

But the good news is that in that manuscript, the elven wizard also briefly discussed the nature of magical talent.

So-called magical talent is actually a combination of "innate magical power" and "magic control ability." The former is the individual's inherent magical power, while the latter is the ability to perceive and manipulate magical power. Possessing only one of these two is like having a bow without an arrow, or an arrow without a bow; neither can accomplish anything.

And this is the fundamental reason why there are so few mages - after all, it is rare to find someone who meets both conditions at the same time, not to mention that most ordinary people do not have either.

Therefore, people who have no magical talent cannot activate even the simplest light array, and can only use clumsy methods such as "pulling the battery" to operate the magic lamp.

But even so, they could only operate the simplest rune arrays, because more complex arrays were far beyond the control of clumsy methods like pulling out batteries.

Sharlelei pressed her fingertips onto the base of the rune, infusing it with magic. As pink and purple sparks of magic flowed through the rune, a bright ball of light slowly rose from the base. When she removed her finger, the ball of light disappeared.

Just now, she had used her own magic to activate the illumination spell on the rune base. For her, it was just a thought, but for most people in this world, it was something they would never be able to do in their entire lives.

In the memory of "Salele Delavie", when she was first welcomed into the Duke's Mansion, she also underwent a magic talent test by the Duke's Mansion wizard, and the result was of course - she had no magical talent.

If there was, Duke Dravid wouldn't have used it for marriage and claim.

But now...

"If I were to perform another magic test now, I'd definitely scare that court wizard to death..."

Sharlelei played with the magic crystal in her palm. After reading this magic manuscript, she realized one thing: succubi all possess magical talents.

This sentence may sound like nonsense at first. After all, if a succubus has no magical talent, it cannot even cast the most basic charm.

But here’s the thing—these succubi were just ordinary people before.

In other words, what Sharlele's assimilation created was not only a succubus, but also a wizard.

The awakening of magical talent is random and rare. Even if the nobles can use potions and other methods to barely gain some magical talent, the effect is very limited, and they cannot stably cultivate real wizards. At most, they can produce a group of magic apprentices who can only cast low-level spells, and the cost is very high.

But what if there was a way to consistently grant others magical talent at almost no cost...

That would undoubtedly completely turn the world's mage class upside down, and even bring about drastic changes in the entire world.

However, the excitement and joy after realizing this didn't last long. Sharlele understood that while her succubus transformation could certainly change the world, the prerequisite was that the vested interests of this world would not allow her to disrupt the existing order.

If everyone is a mage, then no one is a mage, and the privileges of mages will no longer exist. If a shepherd girl can become a mage through succubus transformation, what will those high-ranking mages in the magic tower think?

"This secret must not be exposed. I must continue to hide and steal until I have enough power to deal with them."

Sharlelei took a deep breath to calm her pounding heartbeat, and with her still trembling fingers, she turned the pages of the manuscript, her eyes resting on one of them.

The title of that page is "The main rune structure and principles of catapult."

"Catapult" is a low-level, 1st-level spell. The only lower-level spells are minor tricks like "Light." Its effect is simple: it releases an invisible thrust that launches an object within range, causing damage.

After reading the entire "Magic Textbook", Sharlelei fell in love with this spell at first sight.

Isn't this the magical version of gunpowder? No, that might not be accurate, but the moment she saw this spell, Sharlelei did have the idea of ​​"using catapult magic instead of gunpowder to make firearms."

The moment this thought came to her mind, she was filled with excitement. If catapults could truly replace gunpowder and create long-range weapons similar to firearms, then no matter how many monsters came, it wouldn't be a problem.

Moreover, an army armed with "catapult guns" is absolutely a complete dimensionality reduction blow to the ordinary armies in this world that is still in the era of cold weapons.

However... the biggest problem in turning this idea into reality wasn't the Warcraft itself, but rather... although this magic manuscript was written in common language, the spells were in Elvish.

But Salares doesn't understand the Elvish language.

After the corners of her mouth twitched for a moment, the dignified and gentle Saint opened her cherry lips slightly.

"A...Minos!"

She got the magic teaching materials, but was rejected by the foreign language barrier. She felt a bit depressed as if she had gone to a treasure trove but came back empty-handed. This made Sharlelei extremely annoyed, and she secretly made up her mind to find a way to learn magic.

However, her annoyance and depression did not last long, because Ophelin soon brought a pile of documents to her desk...

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 55: The Second Night of the Fallen Leaf Moon

"Lady Saint, as you requested, I have classified and counted the civilians by family, including those whose houses are too dilapidated to protect them from the cold, and those who don't have enough money to buy enough firewood...Lady Saint, what's wrong with you?"

The head succubus sorted and arranged the documents skillfully, and subconsciously pushed her glasses, but they missed. Only then did she come to her senses and realize that her myopia had been cured.

"Ah... I'm fine. Let me see..." Sharlene came back to her senses and picked up the documents. "You did a good job. Give them firewood if they are short of it. If the house can be repaired simply, do so. If it really can't be done..."

She paused before continuing, "See if the church can spare enough rooms for them to stay temporarily, or even the lord's mansion. Prioritize the children. Use the money, food, and supplies in the treasury as needed. We must not allow so many people to die this winter like before."

"I will follow your instructions, Lady Saint." Ophelin bowed her head deeply.

"Once winter is over and conditions allow for large-scale construction, we'll tear down these old houses bit by bit and replace them with cement... never mind, we'll just replace them with new ones built with Saint's mortar." Sharlelei waved her hand. "Anything else?"

Ophelin shook her head and respectfully left the room. Sallelei leaned back in her chair, exhaled a long breath, and drummed her fingertips on the armrest.

She didn't feel bad about spending money; it was Derek's money after all. Besides, gold coins and supplies piled up in the warehouse without being used were like garbage; money only had value when it was spent.

But even so, she understood that for the future construction and development of Yuequan Town, the money Derek had taken from the people was just a drop in the bucket.

"I have to find a way to get money from somewhere..." Shalelei pondered, glancing at the magic lamps on the table. She remembered that the magic lamps hanging throughout the mansion were all brought by Derek from Greystone Town. "Greystone Town seems to be very rich, and there's even a wizard who makes magic items..."

But after seeing the magic lamp, her mind jumped back to the magic hand mirror she had seen before. That mirror was in the storage bracelet and it also looked like a magic item, and it would respond to the word "Vela Valindiya".

But after that, no matter what method Sharlele used or how much magic power she injected into it, it had no more reaction, so she had to give up, put it away first, and study it slowly later.

Thinking of this, Sharlelei had an idea. She stood up and opened the bookcase that the little nun brought yesterday. She pulled out a scroll from it and unfolded it. She stared at the densely packed graphics and text on it. After two seconds of stunned silence, she realized that this was a blueprint of a catapult.

After taking out all the scrolls in the bookcase and reading them, Sharlele realized that this box was specially used to store blueprints of siege equipment. There were everything from catapults, crossbows to ladders, which dazzled her.

"It looks like something left by the old lord Edgar... But regardless of whether it can be made or not, I can't use a catapult to fight monsters, right?" Sharlelei shook her head with a wry smile, put the bookcase away and saved it for later use.

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After nightfall that day, Sharlele came to the west wall of the town as usual.

Compared to a week ago, there have been significant changes here. Elevated platforms have been erected under the sturdy walls for the guards to go up and down the walls, and the number of guards standing guard on the walls has nearly doubled than before, forming a longer defense line.

Supplies and rest tents were stacked beneath the wall, and the perimeter was brightly lit, creating a solemn atmosphere of total alert. Even the mountain folk, under Nanned's command, were carrying supplies for the guards.

Although they were still unwilling to fight alongside the guards due to their grudges with the people of the kingdom - or rather, they had not yet received training in coordinated combat - they also knew that if the monsters crossed the line of defense, the first to suffer would be the mountain people living at the foot of the wall.

Therefore, they also spared no effort to provide various support to the wall guards without any complaints.

Looking at this scene, it is hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, there was a huge gap in the wall, and the only people guarding it were mountain people wearing fur clothes and holding farm tools, hunting knives and short bows.

"Lord Saint!"

After seeing Sharlele's figure from afar, Durenna jumped down from the wall lightly, came to her and bowed.

Sharlene smiled and asked her to stand up. "How is it going?"

"Reporting to Her Majesty the Saint, the traps and spikes outside the wall have been set up, and the incendiary canisters you made have also been distributed. We are just waiting for those beasts to come!" Durenna looked a little excited, and her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"We can't let our guard down. According to previous records, the monsters only really start to attack when the Falling Leaves Moon arrives." Shalelei smiled. "Plus, those monsters haven't been active before, so I'm a little worried."

"You mean... those guys will come in a big wave after the Falling Leaf Moon?" Durenna turned her head and looked outside the wall in some doubt. "Are they that smart?"

"It's hard to say," Sharlelei shook her head. "After all, that's the 'Divine Punishment of the Antlered Goddess.' No matter what, we still have to be careful."

"Yes, I will follow your orders." Durenna hit her chest with her right fist, and the emblem of the god of war on her neck jumped, but just as she was about to say something else, a thin voice came from a distance.

“Saint…Lady Saint——!”

Before he could finish his words, a small figure came running along the country dirt road, waving his hands constantly and jumping from time to time while running.

Without even turning her head, Salle knew it was Isadore just by the voice.

"Hoo, hoo..." Isadore ran all the way to Sallelei, her face flushed. Although she was panting slightly, there was no sweat on her forehead. She swung the mace in her hand, making a whirring sound that broke through the air, forcing Sallelei to take a step back. "Lady Saint! I, I'm here to help you!"

"You come and help me?" Salares couldn't help but smile, while Isadore blushed and stood on tiptoe angrily: "I, I can do it! I drove away the evil monster last time! I can do it this time too! And, and Miss Durenna also--"

As she spoke, she suddenly closed her mouth alertly, and Sharlelei looked at Durenna curiously.

"Lady Saint, I do..." Durenna didn't think about it at all. Just as she was about to tell Isadore about teaching her fighting skills, the little nun shouted "Ah wow wow wow!" and interrupted her, "-She, she also gave me this!"

After saying that, Isadore thrust the hammer in her hand towards Salares. The little girl was so strong that the hammer almost hit Salares' face.

"Please move this piece of iron away..." Shailelei raised a finger with disdain, pushing the hammer away. She didn't know where this little girl got her confidence from. You know, the gift of blasphemy she gave this little sister was to increase her strength, not to make her invulnerable...

"Lady Saint, please believe me!" Isadore finally put down the mace, came over and hugged Salare's arm, shaking it vigorously, her big watery eyes blinking, "I really can do it!"

Sallelei sighed and looked around. Ever since Isadore had demonstrated her incredible arm strength during her last "home run" incident, the Kingdom's guards seemed to believe she had received the "Saint's blessing," and their gazes upon them were filled with even more reverence.

You know, a teenage girl pushed down a strong man like an iron tower, and then swung a heavy hammer to hit a monster - although it was just a squirrel - in the eyes of these simple country townspeople, it can be regarded as a real miracle.

It was also because of this that, under the propaganda of the guards, so many townspeople came to the church to pray under the leadership of Isadore.

Of course, Isadore also noticed this. The little succubus proudly raised her head in the envious and admiring eyes of the guards. If she could show her succubus characteristics in front of others, she would probably have even raised her tail to the sky.

But what she didn't notice was that when the mountain people looked at her, their eyes became a little gloomy, and they didn't seem as natural when interacting with her, but rather a little more repulsive and awkward.

"Okay, you can stay here..." Salare said helplessly, but before she finished speaking, Isadore's surprised smile still remained on her face, and a shrill roar sounded in the forest outside the wall!