Succubus cannot be a saint

Among those figures, a towering figure like an iron tower particularly caught people's attention. It was Nannide. Beside him was a slender female figure holding a long wooden staff. It was undoubtedly Granny.

"It's Uncle Nannide and Aunt Granny!" Isadore opened her eyes wide. The succubus's night vision allowed her to see clearly that several mountain people were bending over in the field, cutting something and then burning it in the fire.

And what they cut is...weeds?

Isadore rubbed her eyes and checked again, only then was she sure that she was not mistaken. The mountain people were indeed cutting weeds.

Cutting the weeds was not a problem, but the problem was that the weeds were more than half a person's height, filling the entire field. They were lush green, so tall that people could not even see their shadows if they bent down.

You know, it’s October now, the season of falling leaves!

Isadore's eyes suddenly widened.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 74: The Mutation of the Mountain People

In recent days, when Lady Saint, Miss Durenna and Sister Ophelin talked, they talked about magic, divine arts, and the power hidden in the Black Forest. Although Isadore listened, she didn't understand much. She only knew that there were very bad things in the Black Forest.

But now, seeing the green weeds that were more than half a person's height, even she had a vague feeling that there must be something wrong.

Isadore's heart was pounding, but even so, out of trust in the mountain people, this innocent little succubus's first reaction was - "Uncle Nannide and Aunt Granny are both there... Should I go ask them?"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but take a step out from behind the wooden house where she was hiding, but her foot kicked a basket, making a thud.

Granny's ears twitched, and she turned her head in an instant, her gaze sweeping over the wooden house behind her. Seeing no unusual movement, she turned her head back and continued to stare at the burning fire in front of her.

Isadore leaned against the back of the cabin, her eyes wide open, her heart beating like a drum.

"What's wrong, High Priest?" Nannide's voice came from afar.

"Nothing, I must have been too nervous and misheard." Granny said calmly, "Have you taken care of everything else?"

"Yes, High Priest. All we have to do now is cut the grass and dig out the roots." After a moment, Nannide's voice rang out again, "Who would have thought that burying that thing would lead to something like this..."

"Nannid... you said, the Deer Horned Goddess..." Granny said faintly, her voice full of fatigue, "Is the Deer Horned Goddess really still watching us? What if those monsters are not..."

"High Priest, how can you say such things... Do you believe what that pagan shaman said?" Nanned said anxiously, "Neither the people of the Kingdom nor their gods are trustworthy! Have you forgotten that it was they who took our land? And what about that incident thirteen years ago, the crime that that despicable Kingdom man committed against us—"

Hearing this, Isadore was stunned for a moment, and her head suddenly felt dizzy.

Thirteen years ago? Thirteen years ago...wasn't that when I was born? What did he mean by "the crime committed against us by the people of that kingdom"? Could it be...could it be that what Uncle Nannide said was related to my life experience...my parents?

Isadore knew that she was a mixed-race of Kingdom people and mountain people. Like all orphaned children, she had asked those around her where her parents were.

The old nun answered her that her parents turned into stars and returned to the goddess.

Uncle Nanid replied that her mother had turned back into a flower in the garden of the Antler Goddess.

When she grew a few years older, Isadore naturally realized that her parents were dead. After that, she never asked about it again.

"The people of the kingdom are not trustworthy, High Priest. Lies are ingrained in their blood." Nannide's voice was dull and cold, like cracked ice. "Even Isadore... has accepted the blessing of the pagan gods. She is no longer a subject of the Antlered Goddess, nor one of us..."

The moment she heard her name, Isadore's mind went blank. Her petite body felt as if struck by lightning, a chill running from her head to her fingertips, making her tremble all over.

Not one of us anymore.

These words echoed in her mind over and over again. For a moment, the indifference of the mountain people, the rejection in their eyes, and even the fear, seemed to be explained.

Just because I've received the Saint's blessing and the goddess's power, I'm no longer... no longer one of you? Are we no longer... no longer a family?

At that moment, she wanted to rush out and question Nannide, but another voice in her heart told her to run, run. Get away from this place.

"Um……?"

As she spoke, Granny suddenly turned her head and looked back at the cabin behind her. This time, she walked over, looked at the overturned basket by the wall, and walked around the cabin.

"High Priest?" Nannide hurried over. "Have you discovered anything?"

"No... there's nothing here. It must be an illusion." Granny shook her head.

When Isadore came to her senses, she was already standing in front of the church door. The door was open, and although there was no nun presiding over the ceremony, there were still believers praying devoutly in the hall.

She stood there blankly, staring at the light coming from the church, then turned to look in the direction of the lord's mansion.

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"Really? You've already made your suicide toy?"

Under the soft glow of the magic lamp, a sharp, clear, and somewhat arrogant girl's voice came from the mirror that flickered red. "It seems that I am quite good at teaching people to die. Why not join the Church of the Goddess of Death and become a nun?"

After hearing this, Sharlelei couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the carving knife in her hand fell to the table with a clatter.

Although she told Vera Valindiya that she had made the catapult magic crossbow, she did not tell her about the succubus and the Gift of Blasphemy.

After all, coming up with a shocking idea and realizing it are two completely different concepts. Sallelei didn't intend to reveal her secret so early.

Probably in Vera Valindiya's eyes, Sharlele was just being stubborn and refusing to admit defeat. She just forcibly built a magic crossbow for fun. Arming an entire army was simply a fantasy.

"What are you laughing at! Is this funny?" The voice coming from the mirror was a little exasperated.

"No, no, it's not funny. I'm professionally trained and don't usually laugh..."

Somehow, Sharlene naturally imagined a short, elf-like girl with golden twintails, wearing a nun's uniform, pointing out the world in front of a blackboard. Without saying a word, she burst into laughter again.

"Unless I can't help it, puff..."

"Go to hell!" The elf lady opposite the mirror suddenly screamed like an angry parrot.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mirror. I've been very busy these days and haven't had time to call you... uh, I haven't had time to contact you. I'm wrong. I'm sorry. Please don't be angry, okay?" Sarah said with a smile.

"Don't you think it's too late to say this now?" the elf girl said sarcastically, "Don't take my mother's things with you when you rush into the Black Forest to commit suicide. I don't want to search for your body in there."

But she was silent for a moment, and then she let out another particularly sharp explosion.

“——Haaaaa? Who said I was angry?!”

Sallelei laughed so hard she almost collapsed. The girl on the other side of the mirror screamed incoherently, but after a moment she suddenly fell silent.

Sensitive to the girl's change of mood, Shailelei said gently, "It's okay. Your mother must still be alive. Anyone who could write such a work must be a powerful wizard. She won't be defeated so easily."

"That...that's for sure!" Soon, Vera Valintiya's voice came over, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Speaking of this, your two mothers...are they both mages?" Sharlele remembered another handwriting on the manuscript.

Perhaps because Shalelei hesitated for a moment when she mentioned "two mothers," Vera Valindiya seemed to be provoked by something and said coldly, "Yes, they are not only mages, but also a pair of lovers. I was adopted by them. Is there any problem?"

"Nothing." Sallelei smiled, "Actually, I like girls too."

"...Haaaaa?" This time it was Miss Mirror's turn to scream sharply, "You...you? You also..."

"If it weren't for something like this, how could I have been exiled to Moon Spring Town?" Sharlelei shrugged nonchalantly. "Otherwise, I would have been thrown to some noble young master long ago."

"Ah..." A single syllable uttered from the mirror, and after a long pause, it murmured, "Is that so... So, you're also... having a hard time."

"If you say it's hard, it's quite hard. But it's not because I like girls to work hard." Sallelei turned the carving knife on her fingertips, and suddenly she had a sense of déjà vu - this scene was so similar to the time when she was slacking off by making a phone call at her workstation, she couldn't help but feel a little more intimate with Miss Mirror, whom she had never met before.

"...Is that so? You do look a lot like my other mother..." Vera Valindiya's voice trailed off, and her tone became unusually soft.

But before she could finish her words, there was a sudden loud bang, and the laboratory door was flung open. The elf girl screamed like a frightened bird. Sallelei turned around and saw Isadore standing at the door, her whole body trembling slightly, her face covered with tears.

"...Isadore? What happened?"

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 75: Grass, a Plant

Before Sharlele could say anything else, Isadore lowered her head and rushed over, crashing into her arms. But this time, the little succubus didn't knock her to the ground like a wild boar, but instead hugged her directly, buried her head in her chest and cried loudly.

Listening to Isadore's suppressed and dull crying, even Vera Valindiya on the other side of the mirror fell silent.

Salare was a little at a loss, but she still stroked Isadore's hair and held her on her lap. When her crying gradually subsided, she lifted her little face and wiped the wet tear marks on the little succubus's face.

"What's wrong? What happened? Tell me about it."

The gentle voice echoed in the room, and Isadore's nose felt sore, and the sobs that had finally stopped began to rise again. Vera Valindiya also muttered something in Elvish, but Salarei didn't hear it clearly.

It was unknown how long it took before Isadore's sobs finally stopped. She lay in Salora's arms, hugging her waist tightly, her face buried in her plump breasts, her small body trembling from time to time. The succubus's warmth mixed with the coldness of her clothes, soaked by her tears, left Salora somewhat bewildered.

"Sister Sasha, I... I..." Isadore raised her head, staring blankly at the face of the girl in front of her with her eyes blurred by tears. She only felt something swelling in her chest. Her life experience, her parents, what happened thirteen years ago... She wanted to ask the girl in front of her about all this, and ask for answers to all this from the person who was no different from a goddess in her mind.

And just at this moment, looking at those gentle purple eyes, she suddenly felt a tiny but extremely dark joy in her heart.

——At this time, the Saint finally looked at me alone.

But the next moment, even greater shame and regret surged over her like a tide, drowning her. Her fear, her struggle, and that inappropriate, dark desire intertwined in her little heart, pulsing wildly, leaving her at a loss.

But in the end, Isadore opened her mouth, and what came out was...

"The mountain folk... they were cutting grass... throwing it on the fire... burning..."

After saying this, she buried herself deeply in Charlotte's chest. She could even hear her own heartbeat in her ears. Tears welled up again, wetting the clothes of the person in front of her.

"Mowing the grass? Isn't that a very common thing?" Before Sharlelei could reply, Miss Mirror's voice rang out. Sharlelei shook her head and stroked the little succubus's hair. "Mowing the grass? What kind of grass? Is there something wrong with this?"

"It's... the green, half-man-high weeds that grow all over the fields..."

When Isadore's weak voice came from her chest, Salare's face changed. Vera Valindiya also said "Huh?" in confusion.

It's October, the month of falling leaves. How could there be weeds half a man's height growing in the fields?

"Sorry, Miss Mirror." Sharlelei gently picked up Isadore, supported her under the arms, and placed the tear-stained little succubus on the ground. "I might have to hang up first."

"Ah...oh." A dull voice came from the mirror, followed by a sharp voice: "Who is Mirror Little——"

But before she could finish, Sharlelei recited the Elvish spell and closed the communication.

On the other side of the mirror, the girl slowly turned her chair and moved away from the desk, muttering to herself, "Is she in trouble over there? Yuequan Town... Did something happen in Yuequan Town?

"...Also, what does hanging up mean?"

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After hearing Isadore's report, Salleh immediately sensed something was amiss. There had to be some supernatural force behind those unusual weeds. But what could it be?

First of all, this obviously cannot be the mountain people’s own prayer ceremony. If they could really bless the fields like the priests of the goddess of fertility, why would they have to live a hard life like they do now?

Considering what had happened recently, Shalelei believed there were only two possibilities - the appearance of the Antlered Goddess, or the power behind the Black Forest.

No matter which of the two was causing trouble, she would not be happy to see it.

Now Durenna and the main guards were defending the wall, so Shalelei had to gather a team of militiamen who stayed around the lord's mansion, and sent someone to report to Durenna. She took Ophelin and several succubus nuns with her and planned to rush to the mountain people's residential area.

But before leaving, Isadore, with tears on her face, stopped her.

"Isadore, can you just stay here and rest?" Sarah squatted down and gently held her little hand.

Weeds couldn't possibly be the cause of the little succubus's tears, so what else could be causing her to weep? After a brief thought, Sharlelei thought of Isadore's life story.

"No... I, I want to go! Lady Saint, I want to ask Uncle Nannide and Aunt Granny... I, I have something to say to them!" Isadore's small chest heaved rapidly, her face flushed, and she clenched her fists.

Salaret sighed, stood up and touched the top of her head.

What was to come would eventually come, and there was no way to hide it. Besides... with two divine arts users, myself and Isadore, it would be easier to control the situation.

"Okay, then I'll take you there."

When the team led by Sharlele arrived at the mountain settlement, Granny and Nannide, who were guarding the field and burning weeds, immediately received the news.

"...How is it possible?!" After hearing the report from the mountain people, Nanned's face changed drastically, "How did that pagan saint know?" As he spoke, he instantly thought of a possibility and narrowed his eyes to scan the faces of the mountain people in front of him.

"Could it be... someone tipped off?"

"Calm down, Nannil!" Granny slammed her staff to the ground with a thud, her delicate eyebrows suddenly raised. "How can you doubt your compatriots in front of outsiders?"

“But the High Priest…!”

"That's enough!" Granny interrupted him rudely and hurried towards the village entrance. "I'll stop the saint. You guys keep burning!"

Soon, Sharlelei saw the burning bonfire in the distance and the high priest Granny walking towards her with a group of mountain people.

Even in the darkness, she could clearly see that Granny's light brown face was covered with dark clouds, her nose was slightly wrinkled, and she had a hint of she-wolf ferocity, and she still held the strange wooden staff in her hand.

And the pink desire number above her head has become... "?59".

Seeing this, Sharlelei raised her eyebrows.

Oh? Her desires increased? What caused her desires to increase?

According to Sharlele's deduction, the Desire Number measures the "ability to generate desire," which in a sense can be seen as an expectation of life. So what caused the desire of this mountain priest to increase?

Was it the repaired wall? The repelled monsters? Or the renewed communication and trade between the mountain dwellers and the people of the kingdom?

Or perhaps...

“The Antlered Goddess has not abandoned her people”?

While thinking, Sharlelei went forward and smiled before Granny could speak. "How are you, High Priestess? I heard that the mountain people here are having some problems, so I came to check on them."