Succubus cannot be a saint

"What was that light just now? Where is the Saint?"

Although she was outside the wall, Durenna wasn't completely unaware of the holy light that had illuminated earlier. She looked around and saw the guards were all alive and well. She scanned the area, but didn't see a single wounded soldier. Surprised, she also vaguely suspected that the Saint must have done something.

Upon hearing this question, the guards became excited and gathered around her, talking incessantly, using words like miracles, holy light, and goddess.

Durenna's delicate eyebrows gradually furrowed as she listened to the nonsense of these loudmouths. She threw away the wolf head and waved her hand: "What a mess! Take me to see her!"

The guards immediately dispersed before her, and one of them, a brave one, led Durenna to a mountain dwelling at the foot of the wall. Durenna pushed the door open and saw Salare and Isadore lying together in bed, wrapped in fur blankets, already sound asleep.

"Let's talk about these things after Her Majesty the Saint wakes up." Seeing this scene, Durenna couldn't help but sigh, then smiled slightly.

Just as she was about to leave, the firelight at the door cast a long shadow. The female knight looked up and saw the mountain people led by Granny standing there.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 60: Corpse Disposal

Shrouded in shadows, Granny and the others wore complicated expressions. Durenna narrowed her eyes, her hand calmly resting on the hilt of her sword. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about dealing with the Warcraft corpses. We believe that the corpses should be burned as soon as possible." After a brief silence, Granny said softly.

"Can we discuss this matter after the Saint Lady wakes up?" Durenna frowned, but the next moment, Sharlelei's voice came slowly, "It's all right, my knight, let them come in and talk. I also have something to say to the High Priest."

"Lady Saint!" Durenna turned around and saw that Salare had sat up in bed, a faint smile on her pale face. The little nun was still sleeping beside her.

Although there was still a hint of doubt, Durenna still made way. Granny and Nannide walked out from the mountain people, came into the house, and sat down at Sharlele's signal.

Salares looked around at everyone present. She had just healed almost all the wounded by herself, and her magic power and physical strength were exhausted. However, she still forced herself to sit up straight, staring at the brown-skinned priestess in front of her with burning eyes.

"Regarding the burning of the monster corpses, I hope the mountain people can give in and let me take these corpses away for research."

“——How can this be possible!”

Before Granny could say anything, Nannide suddenly stood up. This towering man had a dark face and stared at Shailelei.

"To prevent the beast's spirits from attaching themselves to humans, these corpses must be burned! Pagan saint, what do you think of the Deer Horned Goddess's divine punishment? Don't think... don't think that just because you have that pagan god's blessing, you can do whatever you want on the Deer Horned Goddess's land!"

"Nannid!" Granny raised her eyebrows, wrinkled her nose, and showed some wolf-like ferocity again.

Durenna also glared at him coldly and gripped the hilt of the sword calmly.

Under the high priest's glare, Nanned finally sat down angrily, his chest heaving.

"Regarding this matter," Sharlelei didn't care about Nannide's offense at all. Instead, Isadore, who was sleeping beside her, hummed softly and turned over. "I wonder if you have noticed the wolf leader."

Hearing this, Granny and Nannide looked at each other and involuntarily looked at Durenna.

The mountain people did not climb up the wall and did not see the hornless wolf with their own eyes, but they clearly saw the howl that was so shrill that was not like that of an ordinary wild beast, and the wolf head that Durenna was holding.

"How strong is that wolf?" Sharlele suddenly turned to look at Durenna. The female knight hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's far superior to ordinary monsters. Even I had a hard time killing it. If it had climbed onto the wall, no one would have been spared..."

She paused, as if recalling the dangers of the previous battle. "If I hadn't become... if it weren't for the Saint Lady's blessing, if I were in the same situation as a month ago, I'm afraid I wouldn't have suffered such a minor injury."

Durenna originally wanted to say, "If I hadn't become a succubus," but realizing the two outsiders were present, she had to change her words. The two mountain dwellers looked at Sharlelei with even more complicated expressions.

They didn't know that Sharlele had just gained divine power. They only felt that the power of this pagan saint was so strong that she could not only perform such brilliant miracles, but also bless others.

The most terrifying thing is that more than a month ago, this girl was just a powerless "crazy daughter".

If she had not concealed her strength, and all these powers were really acquired in just one month, then it could only prove one thing - she, Sharlele Delavie, was undoubtedly the one who had received the revelation of the Goddess of Light, a true saint, and the absolute chosen one of God.

Thinking of this, Granny and Nannide looked at her with a bit more solemnity and fear in their eyes.

Sharlelei nodded slowly, "Does that wolf have horns?"

Even Durenna looked a bit strange at this question, and Granny's expression changed. Only Nannide remained confused.

"...Almost nothing," Durenna said solemnly, "It's completely different from a monster covered in horns."

"So what?" Nanned finally couldn't help asking, and Durenna, Sharlele and Granny all looked at him. Granny sighed and held her forehead with her hand.

"High Priest Granny told me that the monsters are a sign of divine punishment from the Antler Goddess, and the horns growing on their bodies are the evidence." Sharlelei simply stopped paying attention to Nannide and looked directly into Granny's deep blue eyes.

"But now... the hornless monsters are even more powerful, and have even become the leaders of the monster group. Your Excellency, High Priest, how do you explain this?"

Granny opened her mouth slightly, not knowing what to do for a moment. She looked into those deep and soft purple eyes, unable to utter a word.

"Do you remember what I said? Your Excellency, High Priest, the horns grow in a strange way. They pierce the monsters' bodies, severing their flesh and inflicting immense pain... and it's as if they're actually hindering their movements."

Salares spoke word by word, and with every word she uttered, the brown-skinned woman's face became uglier.

"Does this mean that Warcraft without horns is its true form, and that the horns are used to weaken it?"

"--What if these monsters aren't the Deer Horned Goddess's divine punishment at all? On the contrary, their horns are a restriction she's placed on the monsters to protect her people?"

Salares' voice was not loud, but every word hit Granny's heart like a heavy hammer. She could no longer bear the excitement in her heart, and stood up suddenly, staring at the girl in front of her, her full breasts under the priest's robe heaving violently.

Countless thoughts raced through the priestess's mind at once, and she suddenly recalled scenes she had previously overlooked. Those horns... those horns that had pierced the monsters' eyes, legs, and joints, and the sight of those monsters dragging their broken bodies as they ran...

Could it be that those demonic beasts weren't really a punishment from the Antlered Goddess? Could it be that the Antlered Goddess hadn't left as the mountain folk had imagined, but had continued to watch over her people?

The belief that she had always held in her heart was being shaken little by little.

"High, High Priest?" Nannide stared at Granny in astonishment, then suddenly turned and glared at Salares, a hint of anger in his eyes. "Pagan saint, what do you know about the Antlered Goddess... or about our faith! You've also seen 'that thing' in the Soul Hut, right?"

Salaret ignored Nannil and gazed at Granny tenderly.

Silence spread in the room. After an unknown amount of time, Granny raised her head. In just a short moment, this young woman who was only in her early thirties seemed to have aged a lot, and her face had a grayish look.

"Your Excellency the Saint, what you said..." She spoke slowly, her voice hoarse, and the trace of wolf-like ferocity in her previous expression disappeared.

Salaret smiled slightly and replied, "No need to say more, Your Excellency the High Priest. I believe you have already made your own judgment."

"High Priest!" Nannide shouted, and Granny wrinkled her nose again and responded with a fierce look.

The brown-skinned woman was silent for a moment before she whispered, "You... still insist on leaving the corpses of those monsters behind?"

"...Yes, I insist on doing this." Salares nodded slowly. "I've come to my senses regarding the werewolves. If the worst-case scenario really happens, it will be my fault alone."

"You - how can you afford it!" Nannide finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared and stood up, his bronze face full of ferocious anger.

Durenna also stood up and stared at him pointedly, with the sword in her hand already drawn.

But halfway through his words, Nannide's voice gradually became quieter. He looked at Charlene's calm expression and suddenly realized -

The girl in front of him had just displayed a brilliant miracle, pulling back the wounded soldier who had been dragged into the arms of death.

She is not a weak woman who is powerless, but a person chosen by God who truly carries the revelation from God.

And their mountain people's deer-horned goddess hadn't given any revelation or answered their prayers for a long time. When Nanned thought of this, his heart tightened painfully.

Why can pagan gods still flourish, while the gods that protect their own nation will decline silently and be controlled by pagans?

But finally, Granny's tired and hoarse voice rang out.

"...I promise you, pagan saint. We will not deal with these monster corpses. But if the worst happens, you must remember what you said today."

"High Priest!" Nanned roared, but Granny stood up and tapped the ground with her cane, interrupting him. "Let's go, Nanned."

Looking at Granny's departing figure, Nanned was both angry and unwilling. He looked back at Durenna who had drawn her sword and Salares who looked calm, but in the end he said nothing and chased his high priest out of the room.

After the mountain folk left, Durenna sheathed her sword and looked at Sharlele with a mixture of confusion and admiration. "Lady Saint, you can actually see through the truth of the monsters... Could it be that you also received enlightenment from the antler goddess?"

"How is that possible?" Sharlele laughed bitterly, thinking to herself, as an atheist born on modern Earth, it would be a miracle if she was favored by two goddesses in a row. "If I don't say this, how can I scare them?"

“So what you said is…” Durenna was dumbfounded.

"Of course it's all guesswork."

Durenna: “…………”

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 61: The Goddess Is Really Not Picky

"When my grandfather was still alive, Warcraft wasn't a big deal, so there was no need to worry about it at all, let alone that idiot Derek. But... the mountain people have been dealing with Warcraft for decades, have they really not noticed the problem with the horns?"

Durenna looked in the direction where the mountain people left, her brows furrowed tightly.

"No, they must have noticed the horn incident." Sharlelei sighed softly, "But out of faith and fear, they won't think and question it like I do. And..."

She glanced at the sword at Durenna's waist. "This is also their first time seeing this 'Hornless Wolf.' Without a comparison, they naturally couldn't come to my previous guess."

Durenna thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. She checked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping outside, then closed the door and returned to Sharlelei's window. Lowering her voice, she asked, "Saint Lady, what exactly was that 'miracle' just now...?"

Salare looked down at Isadore, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, and smiled wryly. "It's a long story. In short... Isadore and I have received the blessing of the Goddess of Light and are able to use her magic."

In reality, Sharlele didn't believe she had truly received the Goddess of Light's blessing; rather, it was Isadore who was supposed to have received the blessing. And the small hands she saw in that glorious vision must have been Isadore's.

For some unknown reason, he was able to see the visions that Isadore saw, and he was also able to call upon the miracles of the Goddess of Light through Isadore to cast divine spells.

"Why did Isadore awaken divine powers? I remember that to become a divine priest, besides having a firm faith, one also needs spiritual talent... What exactly is this spiritual talent?"

Also, why did I get Isadore's abilities? Was it because I was the original Succubus? No, no, no... if that's the case, I should be a platinum repeater...

Shalelei shook her head, throwing these messy thoughts out of her head, and her eyes fell on her succubus knight.

If I, the Succubus Ruler, were truly a repeater, not only gaining mana from my followers but also using their abilities, then I should also be able to acquire Durrenna's combat skills. But in reality, I didn't.

Could it be that I can only obtain spiritual and mental abilities, such as divine arts?

Sharlelei sighed. If anyone in the world could answer this question, it would be the mysterious pink UI spirit. But she couldn't get in touch with the malfunctioning robot, so she could only rely on her own reasoning and speculation.

However, she didn't intend to tell Durenna about her speculations. After all, they were just her blind guesses...

"Received the blessing... of the Goddess of Light!?" Upon hearing this, Durenna's eyes widened. She quickly looked around and leaned forward to whisper, "Are you sure, Saint? We...we are all succubi, demons!"

Can a succubus obtain the blessing of the goddess of light?

If you ask this question on the street, nine out of ten people will think you are crazy, and the remaining one will report you to the church...

Just this one sentence stirred up a storm in Durenna's heart.

That's a succubus, isn't it? An evil demon? I've already made the decision to abandon the light and stop being human, even to transform my own sister into a demon and drag her into this dark abyss. But now, the reality before me tells me that succubi can also receive the blessing of the Goddess of Light? What then is the point of my preparedness?

Isn't this really a joke played by the goddess and fate?

Durenna stared blankly at Shailelei, the corners of her mouth twitching constantly. But deep down, she breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Even succubi could receive the blessing of the Goddess of Light. Does this mean that succubi aren't evil creatures? In other words, I haven't completely fallen into darkness, nor have I dragged my sister into the abyss of no return...

That’s great, that’s really great…

"Miss Durenna, do the major orthodox churches have any records of believers of alien races or even monsters?" Shalelei pondered. She didn't hear Durenna's reply for a long time. As soon as she looked up, she saw that the knight lady was in tears. She couldn't help but be shocked.

"Alien...alien believers?" Realizing her own loss of composure, Durenna sniffed and quickly wiped away her tears. Even so, a hint of tears lingered in her voice. "There are indeed believers of other races. It's more accurate to say that the Goddess of Fertility was originally the mainstream belief of the elves, and there are also some elven believers in the Church of Light. There are also many dwarves in the Church of the God of War and the God of Forge..."

But then she frowned slightly and said tentatively, "As for monsters... well, there are some orcs among the followers of the God of War. Do they count?"

It seems that no information can be obtained from this knight lady... Salares shook her head, gave a wry smile, looked at Isadore sleeping peacefully in her arms, tucked the quilt for her, and secretly decided to ask Opheline, the top student of Field Territory Seminary.

At present, she knew very little about gods, divine arts, and spiritual talents, and had no idea why she could see the divine vision in Isadore's eyes.

But one thing is certain, that is, she is already able to cast the magic of the Priest of Light.

If at the beginning she was worried that she, a succubus, would be exposed as a fake by those genuine priests of light for using the goddess as a banner, now she no longer has this worry.

Come on, you have holy light, I have holy light, let’s see whose is brighter!

But then again, the goddess is really not picky. As long as you are sincere and kind, even a succubus will bless you...

"Lady Saint..." After a moment's silence, Durenna let out a long breath and whispered, "Actually, I originally thought that we succubi needed to disguise ourselves, lurking in human society, pretending to be saints, nuns, and members of the church's army, deceiving the world..."

"Oh?" Sharlene glanced at her with a smile, "Go on, my knight."

Only then did Durenna shudder, realizing that her words might be somewhat disloyal. However, after hearing what Salares said, she still gritted her teeth and continued, "But now that you have received the goddess's blessing... I, I am relieved. We don't have to..."

"You don't need to deceive the world anymore, do you?" Sharlene finished her words. The girl raised a slender hand, and a soft golden light shone from her fingertips, reflecting two bright lights in Durenna's eyes.

"My knight, remember what I said... We need no deception, no hiding. When the time is right, even if we reveal ourselves to be succubi, what does it matter? Besides..."

Under the soft and sacred light, dark golden horns gradually grew from the side of the girl's head, and her purple eyes were dyed with a devilish and enchanting crimson.

The succubus in the holy light smiled sweetly and straightened her full and tall chest.

"If a succubus looks like a saint, has the temperament of a saint, and acts like a saint... then she is a saint."