Succubus cannot be a saint

Durenna's words were stuck in her throat. She looked at Salaret helplessly, "So what do you mean...?"

Sharlelei didn't answer immediately. She was well aware of the dangers of the investigation. But the threat posed by the monsters in Moon Spring Town was growing, and she couldn't wait passively.

Moreover, if his inference is correct, then there is indeed a force hidden in the Black Forest that cannot be underestimated.

It is impossible for Shailelei to say that she is not panicking about this matter.

After traveling to this world for so long, this was the first time she had experienced such a chill in her spine. Although the monsters were scary, they were still things that could be seen and touched, and could be killed or burned.

But the terrifying power in the Black Forest that created the monsters is invisible and intangible. Moreover, it is likely related to the gods in some way.

However, no matter whether she is a saint - even if she is forced to do so, or the "ruler of succubi", Sharlene cannot show even the slightest panic or loss of composure in front of her followers.

It would be great if she had a gun, then at least she wouldn't have to worry about encountering monsters in the forest... She sighed softly, and the idea of ​​using catapult magic to make a magical version of the musket came to her mind again.

"I need to think about this issue again. Ophelin, you should gather some skilled butchers and hunters to go to the cellar of the lord's mansion to dissect the monster corpse." Finally, she shook her head and stood up.

"Ah? Monster corpses!?" Ophelin's face turned pale. "You convinced the mountain people? Wait... you transported the monster corpses back to the lord's mansion!? I was wondering why the yard was stinking..."

"Alright, get started. This is also part of the investigation." Sharlene smiled and turned to look at Durenna. "Miss Durenna, please gather all the guards and as many townspeople as possible to the central square. I have something to tell everyone."

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At noon, Sharlelei arrived at the town center square and stood in front of the wooden platform temporarily built by the guards. She looked at the crowd of people below the stage, and her eyes swept over the numbers of desire that were fixed at thirty or forty.

"My subjects, my believers..."

Sharlele coughed lightly and spoke loudly. Wishing only for a megaphone, she raised her right hand and silently prayed to the Goddess of Light for light to illuminate the darkness.

And in the next moment, the spiritual touch of approval descended upon her heart, and a holy golden light slowly emerged in her open palm.

Seeing this golden light, the people exclaimed in surprise and knelt down devoutly under the illumination of the light.

"Lady Saint...it's really Lady Saint..."

"Miracle, this is a miracle..."

Last night, the townspeople closer to the wall had all seen the brilliant golden light. Now, they had finally witnessed a miracle with their own eyes again. The more devout believers almost immediately shed tears of joy and murmured praises to the holy name of the Goddess of Light.

"I, Sharlelei Dravi, as the lord of Moon Spring Town, hereby announce that the monster attack last night has been repelled through the joint efforts of the guards, the militia, and the mountain dwellers."

After saying this, Shalelei winked at Durenna beside her. The female knight immediately understood and raised a spear high, with the head of the hornless wolf impaled on its tip.

After a brief silence, the townspeople burst into exclamations. They were shocked by the hideousness of the monsters, and also surprised that they had successfully repelled the attacking monsters. For a moment, no one cared why the mountain people also participated in the battle, and everyone cheered and praised the Saint.

Sharlene placed her hands together, signaling for silence. After the townspeople quieted down, she announced several laws.

The first is about recruiting militia. In addition to the existing guards, she will also recruit qualified people from the townspeople as militia, with treatment slightly lower than that of formal guards. They will train during the slack season and work on the farm during the busy season.

The second is to remove the fences outside the mountain dwelling areas, encouraging the mountain dwellers to trade with the people of the kingdom. Families willing to trade with the mountain dwellers will receive a certain subsidy from the lord's mansion.

The third is the system of granting land for military merit. Sharlele announced that soldiers who have made meritorious contributions in fighting against monsters will be rewarded with uncultivated land outside the town, and the lord's mansion can lend farm tools and horses for farming without interest.

In addition, there are winter cold prevention measures such as free distribution of firewood and the lord's mansion funding simple house repairs.

After these decrees were announced in one breath, the townspeople fell into silence. They looked at each other, unable to believe that all this was true.

Could a lord or noble be so generous? Such a thing never happened. In the past, Derek would only impose various taxes in a variety of ways, and while the old lord Edgar wasn't as harsh, he certainly wasn't this generous either.

Sharlelei even announced that families whose houses were too dilapidated to repair would be given priority to send their children to the lord's mansion or the church for the winter. Hearing this, the townspeople were even more confused.

Giving up his own house to let the children of ordinary people live in? Perhaps only the angels under the Goddess of Light could be so kind and selfless?

After a brief silence, someone cheered first, and then, like a spark that ignited the forest, overwhelming cheers broke out. Everyone looked up at the slender figure in the light, tears in their eyes, and shouted and cheered with all their might, shouting the names of the goddess and the saint.

And in Sharlene's eyes, along with the tsunami-like cheers, the desire numbers on the heads of several women even rose a few points.

Even though she repeatedly raised her hand to signal for them to stop, the frenzied cheers never ceased. Finally, it was only when Durenna shouted "Silence" that the deafening roar subsided.

Finally, the speech ended amidst the townspeople's frenzy. Salares stepped down from the stage, escorted away by the succubus nuns and guards. The delighted crowd, however, seemed unsatisfied and surrounded her until they reached the lord's mansion, where they slowly dispersed.

After that, the lord's mansion plunged into a busy state once again. Measuring the wasteland outside the town for rewards was not a pressing matter, but dealing with winter preparations was a pressing matter.

Whether it was visiting and counting people, or gathering firewood and other daily necessities, it was no easy task. If the nuns hadn't become succubi, with much greater physical strength than when they were humans, they would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

When the clerical staff saw these beautiful nuns busy all day long, still walking briskly without blushing or panting, they all believed that they had received the blessing of the Saint and their reverence for Salleh became even greater.

In Ophelin's report, what surprised Salarei a little was that Isadore actually played an unexpected role - this little succubus was not very smart when it came to arithmetic, but she was a top-notch expert at going from street to street and infiltrating the grassroots.

Her lively and serious personality gives her outstanding affinity, and she is as energetic as a little boar. While an ordinary nun would take one street, she can run and jump through two streets, completing the record and gaining a lot of praise from the townspeople.

There were even a few townspeople who believed in the Fertility Goddess and, after chatting with her, had already started praying to the Goddess of Light...

After receiving the news, Sharlelei couldn't help but sigh. With her innocent and lively personality, the appearance of a little girl that no one would be wary of, and the allure of a succubus, she was simply a walking lolita pyramid scheme... No, a missionary brainwashing package... She really had found a treasure.

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After these things came to an end, Sharlele found Opheline and asked her about divine magic.

Although Ophelin herself is not a pastor, as a top student in the seminary, she does know a lot about divine arts, miracles, and prayer.

Unlike magic that is acquired through research and study, divine power comes from belief in the gods and a heartfelt identification with them. In other words, it requires a wholehearted belief in the gods' creeds, philosophies, and teachings.

Just as casting a spell requires reciting an incantation, casting a divine spell also requires "prayer," meaning praying to the gods in one's heart, describing the goals one wants to achieve, and asking for their assistance. Sharlelei also felt deeply about this.

Although she copied the divine power from Isadore, she did need to pray when using it, and the content of the prayer had to be specific, such as "I hope the goddess can heal the wounded." In this way, the goddess of light would grant the gift of healing.

However, not all prayers will elicit divine favors; this seems to be related to the deity's ministry. For example, the Goddess of Light's ministry is to protect, heal, and save, so light-related magic is particularly adept at healing the wounded and the dying. Furthermore, since the sun is also a symbol of the goddess, its holy light also possesses the nature of "light," capable of dispelling darkness.

But precisely because of this, Light Priests cannot sharpen their weapons like War Priests, nor can they dispel storms and summon thunder like Storm Priests. Prayers to the Goddess of Light containing these things will rarely be answered.

"After research and practice, pastors of all generations have summarized effective prayers into books, which are the prayer books we use in our daily lives..." As Opheline said this, she took a prayer book from the bookshelf in her room and handed it to Sharlene.

This prayer book, which almost every believer in light possessed, contained many different prayers, such as those for healing, protection from danger, and illumination of darkness. Sharlelei was somewhat surprised; she had not expected such an ordinary thing to be a "magic book" of divine magic.

But on second thought, ordinary people can't perform divine magic even if they pray in the same way. If they see that the priest can summon miracles by praying the same prayer as themselves, it will actually strengthen their faith and awe of the church.

What's more, the prayers that can be made public are probably limited to those basic and shallow prayers. The truly powerful divine prayers must be kept secret.

"However, it's not the case that just by praying, the goddess will grant a blessing. Prayers can be strong or weak. Asking the goddess to heal a minor injury and praying for invulnerability are two completely different things."

As she spoke, Opheline looked at the prayer book with a hint of loneliness and envy in her eyes.

"Just like a magician studying the mysteries of magic, a priest must also refine his faith, perform more righteous deeds in the name of the goddess, and gain her favor in order to master more prayers."

The head succubus laughed self-deprecatingly as she spoke. "But for Her Lady Saint, you must have already been on the path guided by the Goddess. You don't need to worry about this at all."

In response to this, Shalelei could only smile awkwardly. She had no faith at all, having learned all her divine arts by logging into Isadore's account. Even if there was a need to improve her faith, it should be Isadore who did it.

I've decided to find a chance to give the prayer book to Isadore and let her study more...

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After saying goodbye to Opheline, Salora returned to her bedroom. Isadore was still busy cleaning the house with the servants and had not returned yet, so she lay alone on the bed and picked up the magic manuscript again.

Ever since last night, the idea of ​​using catapult magic to create a "magic gun" and arming hunters to explore the Black Forest has been swirling in her mind. Recalling the structure of the magic windmill and magic lamp, Sharlele muttered to herself:

"If I use a silver piece engraved with the catapult rune as the rune base, and use the magic crystal for power, to launch projectiles or arrows... Well, that's what I said, but I have to master the catapult technique first..."

She sighed, picked up the broken magic mirror whose function was unknown, and whispered, "Vera Valindiya."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic mirror lit up with a blue light. But that was the end of its reaction.

"It's confirmed at this point that it will react to the name Vera Valindia, but that's not enough to actually activate it. It seems its activation word is another word... But then again, Vera Valindia is a very typical elven name..."

Sharlele casually turned to the first page of the manuscript and scanned it with her eyes.

"'To my daughter, Vera Valindiya, Valieriye'..."

Although she didn't understand Elvish, Sharlele Dravi had been exposed to a great deal of Elvish poetry while in the Duke's mansion. From her original body's memories, Sharlele understood that, just as "Isadore" was to "Isadora," "Villier" was also a nickname for "Villavalindia."

"Strange, the author of the manuscript and the 'Gelley' mentioned in the preface should both be women. Could it be that they have mastered the magic of women giving birth to women? Or are they adopted daughters?"

But at the moment when Sharlelei uttered the word "Villier", the magic hand mirror suddenly lit up with a red light and vibrated slightly.

Then, a girl's voice came from the broken mirror...

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"Light, help me get the magic crystal from the cabinet... Oops, not this one, the one next to it... Brainless! Stupid Element!"

The girl in the mirror spoke sharply, crisply, and with a hint of anger. Then, as if sensing something unusual, the voice approached from afar, gasping for air and falling silent.

After waiting for three or four minutes without hearing a sound, Sharlene shook the mirror in confusion. Then the girl's voice rang out again, but this time it was trembling and filled with tears.

"...Mom? Mother Felanniya? Is that you? I, why can't I see your image? Mom, please speak, please speak? Where are you? I... I miss you so much, where are you?"

For a moment, Shailelei didn't know how to start.

She never imagined that this mirror was not only a phone, but also a video call directly to the other person's daughter...

Listening to the sobbing of the girl across from her, her heart couldn't help but feel heavy. How should she explain this to her?

After the sobbing in the mirror gradually faded away, Sharlelei spoke cautiously: "...Hello?"

Instantly, a gasp was heard from the mirror, and then the girl's voice suddenly became icy cold, like a sharp ice spike. Even so, a hint of crying could still be heard. "Who are you? Why are you holding this communication mirror?"

"I'm Sharlele Delavé. I got this mirror from a broken silver bracelet..." Sharlele carefully chose her words and decided to answer her question as concisely as possible.

The next moment, the girl's voice in the mirror suddenly rose to a high pitch, becoming piercing. "Drave? Mother... Mother clearly went to the Black Forest west of the kingdom. How could she have ended up in the Dukedom of Dravi?"

Sharlelei noticed that she said "Kingdom" instead of "Stag Kingdom" and raised an eyebrow slightly, but she still replied calmly, "No, I'm not in the Duchy of Dravi, I'm in Moon Spring Town. And this bracelet was found in the belly of a beast by hunters in this town a few years ago."

As soon as she uttered these words, a thud echoed from the mirror. Something seemed to have fallen to the ground, and then the girl's trembling voice echoed again.

"Y-Really? I...I...I understand."

Although she tried her best to make her voice sound calm, it was obvious that she failed.

The unclear pronunciation, the stuttering words, the faint crying and the tiny inhalation, every syllable told of her sadness and pain, echoing in the air around Sharlene through the communication mirror.

Then, she mumbled a word in Elvish, which Shalelei guessed was the command to shut down the communication mirror. After she said the word, the girl was silent for a moment, then burst into a howl like a wounded beast, followed by a howl of grief.

She cried so hard, as if she wanted to tear her heart into pieces and throw them out of her chest.

The girl's desperate sobbing shook the air around Sharlele. She placed the broken communication mirror beside her and waited silently, waiting for the girl on the other side of the mirror to vent her sorrow.

Was it five minutes, or ten? Sharlelei didn't know. She simply listened silently to the girl crying in the mirror, to her vague calls for her mother in Common and Elvish, to her heartbreaking sobs slowly turning into sobs, then from sobs into full-throated tears, and then slowly fading away.

After an unknown amount of time, when the girl was completely silent, Shailelei lowered her voice and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

After a moment of silence, the girl's voice, thick with tears, rang out, "What do you think?"

But the next moment, there was a sound of rubbing clothes—she seemed to sit up suddenly—and her voice suddenly became sharp, "—why are you still here? You, you—!"

Sharlelei opened her mouth speechlessly, not knowing how to respond. "Because you didn't hang up the phone"?

"...Did you hear everything?" the girl whispered after a while.

"……Um."

The girl fell into a deathly silence again. Then her voice suddenly rang out: "...Forget it."

Salaret: “…Ah?”

"You... you forget what just happened." She tried to sound fierce, but her trembling voice, tinged with tears, couldn't do that at all. In the end, it didn't sound like a threat. "Then tell me... how did you find the bracelet?"

Sharlelei paused for a moment, then briefly described how she found the bracelet in the library. Finally, she added, unintentionally, "The hunter said he only found the bracelet."

This was, of course, a lie; after all, Sharlele hadn't asked the hunter herself. But the girl on the other side of the mirror was still keenly aware of this, her voice sharpening as she said, "He only found the bracelet, not the...hiss...the...corpse..."

But at the end, she trembled again and tried hard to utter that syllable, but she couldn't continue. Sallelei continued softly, "Yes, there was only the bracelet, no body..."

"No, no body, no..." This sentence seemed to give the girl a glimmer of hope. She took a deep breath and repeated in a trembling voice, "No... That's right, Mother Philanthia is a great wizard, she wouldn't die so easily... That's right, she must still be alive somewhere, she must..."

Finally, she let out a long breath, and her voice finally sounded less trembling, "Thank you, De..."

"Sarah Dravet."

"Thank you, Miss Delavie." The girl's voice returned to its previous calm and pride. "Please keep my mother's belongings safe. I will reward you handsomely."

Sallelei smiled slightly. "It's nothing. It's my job. If I have the chance, I might be able to return your mother's belongings."

"No, that's just..." For some reason, the girl hesitated for a moment, then said coldly, "There's no need for that for now... What's in my mother's bracelet?"

She clearly didn't know what was in the bracelet, but she said it wasn't necessary? Was she unwilling to take back her mother's belongings? Or was there another reason? But she sounded wary. What was the reason?

Sharlelei's thoughts raced as she smiled and said, "An unfinished manuscript, this mirror, and a magic windmill—nothing else. The bracelet is completely destroyed, and the mirror is shattered...Excuse me, do you really not want me to deliver it?"