Succubus cannot be a saint

Magic technology is important, but powerful individuals with great individual strength are also indispensable. The ideal situation is to have the army, technology, and strong individuals all maxed out.

But his advantage was that at least the succubi he had assimilated were all spellcasters, even though these "spellcasters" didn't know any magic at the moment... Should he open a magic cram school for them? No, no, no... Even if he had only mastered a basic spell, he wouldn't even be considered an apprentice...

For a moment, Sharlelei actually hoped that Miss Mirror was in Yuequan Town right now so that she could hold a class on the spot.

"Well... let's not think about this for now. If we can make the prototype of the magic crossbow, it will be considered a success. Durenna, are you listening?" Salares shook her head and looked at Durenna with some amusement. The girl had been daydreaming and her expression was sometimes excited, sometimes unwilling, and sometimes regretful.

It seems that this succubus knight of mine is caught in a very intense emotional struggle.

"I...I'm here! Saint, what do you want?"

"Tell the butler to prepare some silverware for me."

"Yes, Saint... Huh? Silverware? Are you going to eat?" Durenna was a little surprised. Derek's mansion did have some silverware, but since Sharlele recaptured the mansion, it had never been used. The Saint also ate like ordinary people, using ordinary wooden utensils.

Is this Saint finally ready to enjoy the life of an aristocrat? Just as Durenna was puzzled, Sharlelei slowly shook her head.

"No, I'm going to melt them all down."

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 72: Shoot, Carol

A few days later.

In recent days, even the most obtuse servant in the lord's mansion has vaguely felt that something big is about to happen.

The Saint ordered the servants to find all the silverware in the lord's mansion, and even summoned the blacksmiths and silversmiths to her laboratory, and no one knew what they were doing.

The servants speculated, wondering if the Saint was planning to create new silverware? Did she think Steward Derek's silverware wasn't beautiful enough?

"How could Her Majesty care about such vulgar things!" a maid said firmly, "I heard from the old butler that Her Majesty might...might want to...um, mint a batch of silver coins!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the maids immediately began to discuss the matter. In the past, they would never have dared, nor would they have been in the mood to discuss issues like coinage rights. Even a single word would have been met with punishment from Derek.

But now it was different. The Saint was gentle, kind, and generous. She was even willing to use intact silver coins to replace the chipped ones to pay the craftsmen and servants.

Gradually, the servants in the lord's mansion not only had more smiles on their faces, but also spoke more boldly. They even began to discuss everything the Saint did, every order she gave, and what they would buy for themselves after receiving their wages next month. Their conversations were full of expectations for the future.

"Hey, Carol, what do you know?" A maid nudged the dazed Carol and winked at her. "Hasn't Lady Ophelin been calling you over often recently?"

"Ah...ah?" The maid named Carol shook her head dazedly. Honestly, she hadn't really understood what had happened in the past few days. She had simply been delivering tea to the Saint, and then she had been "selected" by Lady Ophelin, often summoned to her room.

Even... I seemed to have received the "blessing" of the head nun. I could vaguely feel something like water flowing in the silver flakes of the magic lamp...

What did all this mean? Neither of the two adults explained, and she herself didn't quite understand. She only knew that whenever she thought of Lady Ophelin's smile, her heart would inexplicably race and her cheeks would burn. Sometimes, even in her dreams, she would see the beautiful Lady Ophelin...

"Carol!" At this time, another maid opened the door breathlessly, "The Saint asked you to go to the yard!"

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Carol arrived at the courtyard with a nervous heart. There was a target in the yard, and she didn't know what it was used for. The beautiful and gentle Saint Lady then handed her a strange-looking object.

It seemed to be a crossbow, but there was no bowstring and no pedal to load the bowstring. A silver plate engraved with runes was inlaid at the tail of the arrow, and a small piece of blue crystal was inlaid behind the silver plate where the crossbow trigger should have been.

Carol recognized it; it seemed to be the blue crystal on the magic lamp.

No wonder several magic lamps in the lord's mansion have been missing recently...

"Come, Carol." The Saint's gentle voice echoed in her ears. Carol felt something warm and soft against her back. The Saint's hand reached out from behind her, helping her lift the crossbow and holding her fingers on the crossbow trigger.

But... there is clearly no string on the crossbow.

"Calm down, concentrate and feel..." Following the Saint's whisper, Carol calmed her mind and was surprised to find that, like the magic lamp, something warm was flowing inside this strange crossbow...

"Imagine you are pouring tea, letting the hot water flow from the crystal into the silver. When you feel the hot water fill up, imagine the arrow will be released..."

Listening to the voices around her in a daze, Carol obediently imagined what she did most often in her daily life - pouring tea for the Saint - slowly feeling the "hot water" filling the silver sheet, and then...

"Pull the trigger and fire." The voice of the Saint sounded in her ears. Carol pulled the trigger without thinking, but at that moment, accompanied by a "bang", the crossbow arrow shot out like lightning... and hit the ground.

Only then did Carol wake up from her dream, staring blankly at the arrow with her mouth wide open.

What did I...what did I do? Why did the crossbow arrow fly?

Seeing this scene, Sharlele, Ophelin and Durenna beside her looked at each other and smiled.

The two succubi also gathered around Carol in surprise. The fourteen-year-old maid was surrounded by three succubi. She smelled their pleasant fragrance, her cheeks flushed, and she trembled, as if she would faint at any moment.

"Come on, Carol, keep shooting. Look, there's still a lot..."

Sister Opheline's gentle voice surrounded her. Carol involuntarily picked up a new arrow, put it on the crossbow arm, and shot it out in a daze according to her previous feeling.

"Well done, Carol. Can you keep cumming? Let's see how fast we can go..."

Even Durenna whispered softly in her ear. Surrounded by the scent and whispers of the succubi, Carol had completely lost track of what she was doing. Her movements became faster and faster, and her "pouring tea" became more and more skillful.

Soon, as the light of the blue crystal dimmed, her legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were dazed. She felt as if a piece of her brain had been hollowed out. She was extremely tired and unable to think of anything.

There was also a bunch of crossbow arrows stuck next to the target not far away... yes, next to it.

"........."

At first, Shalelei watched this scene happily, immersed in the joy of the successful test of the catapult magic crossbow.

You just need to put the arrow on, there is no need to string it. Even a weak little maid can shoot a lot of arrows without any pressure.

Compared with crossbows that need to be strung with both hands and feet, or even with a winch, the catapult magic crossbow has a firing efficiency more than twice as high and is just as powerful.

Originally, it required at least two teams of soldiers to take turns loading the crossbows, plus three or four crossbows per person, to achieve a continuous fire network. Now, only one team is enough.

While it might sound like a crappy submachine gun, that was from the perspective of Sharlelei, an Earthling. In a world without advanced technology, advanced metallurgy, or even gunpowder, using something like this on the battlefield would be a dimensionality-reducing blow to ordinary armies.

But gradually, listening to the soft whispers of Durenna and Ophelin on the left and right, such as "Shoot", "Shoot more", "Shoot faster...", Sharlene's face slowly changed.

You two shameless succubi, do you want to listen to what you are saying?!

And you, Carol, don't sit on the ground with a dazed look on your face after finishing your work! It's easy to be misunderstood if you look like you're about to die!

And why is the desire number on your head still increasing? It has increased from 39 to 42!

"What's wrong, Lady Saint? The magic crossbow test was successful. Is there any problem?" Durenna turned around with a smile on her face and saw that Sharlelei's face was turning red and blue. She thought something had gone wrong and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing... I was just mistaking it."

At this moment, Sharlele wished she could smear the holy light directly on her face.

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After sending the exhausted Carol back to her room to rest, Durenna collected the arrows she had shot and looked at the dimmed and faded magic crystal on the magic crossbow. "Lady Saint, the crystal has run out of magic power... What should I do?"

Sharlelei smiled faintly, and as the two succubi looked on blankly, she returned to her room, took out a magic lamp, scratched the magic crystal on it, and then placed the dark crystal from the magic crossbow on it. The dark crystal immediately lit up with a little blue light.

"Ah—Charging Array!" A brilliant student after all, Ophelin reacted quickly and shouted. Durenna finally came to her senses and yelled as well, pointing at the rune base in surprise and delight, speechless with excitement.

——Yes, in order to make it easier for ordinary people to use, in addition to the rune of light magic, the rune base of the magic lamp also has a self-charging rune array, which can balance the consumption of light magic and the self-charging speed, and achieve true permanent lighting.

When the magic power consumption rate is greater than the self-charging rate, the magic circle will be charged first, and the light spell will be activated after the charging is completed.

In other words, when the magic crossbow crystal has consumed all its magic power, just plug it into the magic lamp base and you're done! What's more, the magic lamp rune base not only becomes a veritable "power bank", but also automatically lights up after charging!

"My knight." Shalelei suddenly called softly. Durenna's body trembled, and she knelt on one knee in front of her, punching her chest with her right fist. "Your subordinate is here!"

"I'll have Ophelin report the results of the experiment on Carol to you. You'll be in charge of all the arrangements and have the succubi bless the soldiers."

Sharlelei spoke softly, taking the catapult magic crossbow from Durenna's hand. "This will be the world's first army trained, blessed, and led by succubi, wielding new magical weapons—"

"—It belongs to our succubus army."

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Wuwu, continue to ask for some money and razor blades...

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 73: Isadore's Adventure

Although the first generation of catapult magic crossbow came out, Sharlele's experiments did not end there.

She had many optimization plans for the catapulting magic crossbow in her mind, such as optimizing the rune structure that controls the casting distance in the catapulting spell so that it can only catapult arrows that touch the rune base, thereby reducing the load of the magic circle and magic power consumption.

For example, is it possible to expand the rune array of catapult magic and create a larger catapult magic crossbow... no, a catapult magic crossbow cannon?

However, neither of these can be accomplished in a short period of time. The former involves directly modifying the spell structure, requiring a more profound knowledge of rune structure, while the latter requires the cooperation of a large number of craftsmen and constant trial and error.

But what Sharlelei needs now is to quickly assemble a catapult crossbow team in a short period of time to ensure the combat effectiveness of Yuequan Town.

In her imagination, this team should be able to fire crossbows at an extremely fast speed. In the time it takes for ordinary crossbowmen to shoot one arrow, the magic crossbowmen can continuously fire three, four, or even more arrows of equal power...

After all, an ordinary crossbow requires laborious string pulling and even pedaling, while a catapult magic crossbow only requires you to put the arrow on it.

Therefore, in the next period of time, she, the saint, will transform herself into a rune craftsman, lock herself in the laboratory and devote herself to making the rune base of the catapult magic crossbow, and then hand it over to the craftsman to install it on the crossbow.

As for the succubi... they were already overwhelmed with the administrative duties of the Lord's Mansion, not to mention the technical barriers to creating rune bases.

In other words, Sharlelei had to deal with some important government affairs while also taking charge of the production of the rune base for the catapult magic crossbow, so she had to work overtime more and more.

After returning to the laboratory, Sharlene opened the door to the inner room and looked at the cement floor.

A magic circle flickering with a faint blue light was etched on the ground. Its diameter was about one meter. The patterns of the magic circle were cast with molten silver, and bases for inserting magic crystals were left on the edge.

This is the by-product of Sharlelei's experiments over the past few days - a large self-charging magic circle.

The rune structures of these self-charging magic circles all come from the rune base of the magic lamp. Combined with the introductory knowledge of runes in the elven wizard's manuscript and Vera Valindiya's teaching, Sharlelei combined multiple self-charging magic circles together and created such a large "power-generating magic circle".

Thanks to cement, she only needed to calculate the rune structure's scaled-down size on paper, then have the craftsman trace it out on the wet cement according to her drawing. Any mistakes could be simply smoothed over with cement, allowing for a fresh start. It was incredibly convenient.

"I never thought that one day cement could be used to draw magic circles..."

As for the silver cast in the formation, it came from Derek's silverware. Whether it was his silver tableware, the silver edges of the picture frames in the lord's mansion, or the silver foil on the utensils, Sharlelei spared no effort.

She even went to the dungeon and took away his silver ring. Derek was so scared that he thought he was going to be executed and almost suffocated to death from asthma.

She had originally intended to use this array to replace the magic lamp, as a larger and faster "power bank." After all, the magic lamp's charging array was used with the most basic tricks, such as the Light Spell, and its charging speed was very slow.

But after the magic circle was completed, she found that although it could gather free magic power faster and charge many magic crystals at the same time, it was not very stable. For this, she even paid the price of a magic crystal exploding.

"We can take it down anytime, and the silver can be melted down and used elsewhere, so let's just leave it there for now."

Shaking her head, Sharlene returned to the laboratory's outer room. Looking at the long table covered with silver pieces and carving knives, she sighed again.

"I hope I won't die suddenly from this... Oh, by the way, I asked Isadore to go to the mountain folks' market a few days ago to maintain order. I wonder how that little wild boar is doing now..."

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"Everyone, what's going on...?"

Isadore walked somewhat confusedly on the streets of the mountain settlement.

The fence that previously separated the mountain dwelling area and the kingdom's residential area has been demolished. With the encouragement of the Saint, a market has been set up at the junction of the two areas. It is gradually becoming lively, but Isadore feels something is inexplicably wrong.

In the past, when she came to the mountain people’s residential area, many people would greet her with a smile. The mountain people all knew this mixed-race girl. Although some people rejected her, more people were willing to get along with her in a friendly manner.

But now, the villagers seemed to have agreed on something, and were doing what they were supposed to do, as if they hadn't seen her. Isadore ran around, greeting everyone she saw, but not only did no one respond, some of the villagers even hurried away when they saw her coming, as if they were deliberately avoiding her.

"Why is this happening? Did I...did I do something wrong?"

As the sky gradually darkened, Isadore stood by the roadside in a daze, watching the mountain people hurried past her. She wanted to go to the Soul Hut to find Granny, but as she approached the hut, she was stopped by two mountain people.

Their expressions were stiff, and there was a hint of wariness, a hint of rejection, and even a hint of... fear in their eyes as they looked at her.

For a moment, both the joy of being able to help the Saint and the happiness of receiving the goddess' blessing disappeared without a trace, leaving the girl alone facing the setting sun, feeling empty in her heart.

As the sun sets and night falls, the mountain people's market gradually closes. One by one, the mountain people set out on their way home with the remaining things they have sold. They pass by Isadore, but no one looks back at her.

Why? How could this happen? What happened?

Isadore's little brain was completely unable to comprehend this matter. For a moment, she felt that the whole world seemed to have changed. It seemed that this place was no longer the Yuequan Town she was familiar with, but some strange land.

When she received the goddess' blessing, she wanted to use this power to help everyone and make everyone happy, but she never expected that after stepping into the familiar mountain village, she would be greeted with inexplicable indifference.

But at this moment, with the succubus's keen sense of smell, she suddenly smelled a faint burnt smell.

"Is there a fire somewhere?"

Although she couldn't see the smoke rising, Isadore reacted immediately. She wanted to stop a few villagers and ask them, but seeing their indifferent backs, she stopped in a daze.

The smell of burning carried on the evening breeze. Although it was very faint, it still could not escape the succubus's senses. And Isadore was also sure that this was definitely not the ordinary smell of cooking smoke.

"It must...it must be on fire! No...I, I have to go check it out!"

For a moment, the little succubus had only this one thought in her mind. She looked around for a moment, then suddenly broke into a run, disappearing into the night in a moment.

Under the cover of darkness, Isadore moved silently between the houses of the mountain people. The villagers who passed by were completely unaware of her presence. Often they only felt a breeze passing by, but when they looked back, there was no one there.

With a slight bend of her legs, Isadore swooped onto a low wooden roof. Like a cat, relying on her petite figure, she crouched on the roof in the darkness and looked around. She saw a fire lit up beside a ridge in the far corner of the mountain dwelling area, far away from the wall.

The little succubus silently jumped down from the wooden house and quietly slipped away under the cover of the building. As she got closer, she saw a bonfire burning next to the field, and several figures gathered around the bonfire.