Succubus cannot be a saint

Blood immediately spurted out from the wound, and Isadore's fair little face was covered with blood spots, and the wound where the arrow was gouged out also took on a shocking irregular shape.

But Sharlele noticed that although the arrows had sunk deep into Nanned's muscles, they hadn't caused any horrific penetrating wounds. Normally, a crossbow shot at close range could pierce an ordinary person, but Nanned...

"Could it be because of werewolf transformation... Hiss, his skin and flesh are so thick, no wonder the mountain people had to sacrifice dozens of lives to kill one..."

Although her face was splashed with blood, Isadore still gritted her teeth, with tears in her eyes, and placed her fair little hands on the wound.

A soft golden holy light lit up in her palm. Under the nourishment of the light, the wound quickly stopped bleeding, began to repair from the inner muscles, and finally healed slowly.

Then, Isadore trembled and reached for the second arrow.

At this moment, apart from Nannide's faint breathing, the room was completely silent. Even the mountaineer who had been shot in the thigh by his companion held his breath, and everyone looked nervously at the girl who was almost kneeling in a pool of blood.

A golden light enveloped her, and also the severely wounded Nannide. Under the holy light, the man's bleeding slowly stopped. As the arrows were extracted from his body one by one, the hideous wounds healed at a visible speed, and his breathing gradually steadied.

Isadore prayed to the Goddess of Light with all her heart, unreservedly showering Nannide with her healing light. Gradually, her face paled, and she even forgot to suppress her succubus-like features, with two small bumps gradually forming beneath her headscarf.

But in this tense atmosphere, both the mountain people and the militiamen crowded at the door were staring at Nanned, and no one noticed the abnormality above Isadore's head.

Except for one person.

Granny knelt in the corner of the room, staring straight at the top of Isadore's head.

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Isadore didn't breathe a sigh of relief until all the arrow wounds on Nannide's body were healed and the bleeding stopped. Her slender body shook violently and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Sallelei was quick to help her and let her lie in her arms.

"Lady Saint!" Just then, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, Durenna arrived. The knight's smooth forehead was beaded with sweat, and her bangs were disheveled. She had obviously rushed back from the west side of town after hearing the wolf's howl.

"Hush..." Sharlele held the semi-conscious Isadore and shook her head. Durenna glanced at the messy room and Nanned lying in a pool of blood, then turned and grabbed a militiaman, lowering her voice and asking sharply, "What's going on?"

Sharlele ignored Durenna for the time being and asked several militiamen to send the little nun back to the room. She gathered her blood-stained skirt and came to the mountaineer who was shot in the thigh and began to treat his wound.

After learning from the militia that "a werewolf appeared in the lord's mansion for unknown reasons, and turned into Nanned's appearance after being shot by several arrows", Durenna raised her eyebrows.

Combining the fact that Sharlelei had brought Granny to the lord's mansion with the werewolf legends among the mountain folk, she had already vaguely guessed the full picture. And those mountain folk, stared at by the female knight's fierce gaze, as if she was about to devour anyone, couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Alright, Durenna," Salleh's voice rang out softly, and everyone's gaze instantly focused on her. The saint stood gracefully, her delicate hands and skirt stained with blood. But even standing in the bloody mess, she remained calm and composed.

"Take them all down to rest. Reassure the servants and tell them that a monster suddenly appeared but has been killed. There's no need to worry."

After these words were spoken, not only did the mountain folk remain in a state of confusion and fear, but Durenna and the militiamen all looked at each other in bewilderment. They were all deeply puzzled, unsure how the Saint would handle this matter.

After Durenna commanded the militia to take the mountain people away, and Granny and Sharlele were the only ones left at the scene, she slowly came to the mountain priestess and sat down beside her.

As her back touched the wall, Sharlene felt a cold sweat soaking her clothes and chilling her skin. Her hands trembled slightly in her sleeves. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

This incident was not only extremely dangerous, but also far beyond her expectations. With this thought in mind, she glanced at the blue-glowing catapult magic crossbow beside her.

If it weren't for this killing weapon in hand, and if Nannide was allowed to cause trouble, who knows how many people would die in the Lord's Mansion, and how the morale of the people in Yuequan Town would collapse.

The worst possible outcome... myself, Isadore, and Granny might all be seriously injured... or even die.

What exactly is going on? Why did Nannide suddenly turn into a werewolf?

At this moment, Granny's panicked and trembling voice rang out. The priestess knelt beside Sallelei, her light brown face completely drained of color, and cold sweat streamed down her face. "Little Sallelei, no, Saint... I..."

"If I'm right, they're planning to rescue you." Salares glanced at her coldly, fear mixed with anger welling up in her heart, and the corners of her lips curled up coldly. "It seems that no one believed my promise at all."

For some reason, Granny felt a chill in her heart when she saw her smile instead of anger. She was immediately confused and her lips and teeth felt numb for a moment, and she couldn't even speak clearly. "I'm sorry, this is all because of me... it's all because of..."

Sharlelei waved her hand impatiently, interrupting her. "If they had simply come to rescue you, this wouldn't have happened. The key question is... why did Nannide become a werewolf?"

"I, I don't know!" Granny stood up suddenly, twisting her hands together. Tears welled up in her emerald eyes as she spoke incoherently, "I, I don't know why he became like this... There shouldn't be a curse on the monster's horn! Otherwise... otherwise..."

"Otherwise, the hunters and butchers who performed the autopsies would have all turned into werewolves long ago," Sharlene interrupted again. Furious now, she spoke rapidly, not giving Granny a chance to interrupt. "That means something else turned him into a werewolf."

When Granny heard this, her face turned pale, her lips turned purple, and her shoulders began to tremble.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 82: Punishment of Nannide

Looking at Granny's uncertain expression, Sharlele keenly sensed that she seemed to be hiding something. However, given Granny's current mental state, she needed to change her approach and ask her more carefully.

Moreover, those mountain people should have witnessed the entire process of Nanned's changes, so it would be the same to start from them.

Sharlelei sighed deeply, calming her anger. She stood up and walked over to Granny, lowering her voice and holding her cold hands. "I know, Sister Granny, I'll get to the bottom of this later. You should go and rest first, okay?"

Granny stared blankly at the girl before her, tears streaming down her face like pearls. For a moment, she couldn't figure out who was the child, herself or this Saint.

As Sallelei spoke gently, an invisible spiritual wave slowly spread. Granny's heart trembled, and an indescribable weariness slowly rose, blurring her thoughts. The fear and panic in her heart suddenly disappeared.

"I...I understand. Thank you, little Sallelei..." Her voice trembled slightly, and another idea popped into her mind. "I...I want to go check on Nannide and...little Isadore. Is that okay?"

Sharlele nodded, bent down to pick up the wooden staff on the ground, and put it in Granny's hand. She watched the mountain people's high priest leave with a hunched body, leaning on the wooden staff, and trembling.

It was not until Granny disappeared in the corridor that Sharlelei's eyes gradually grew colder.

Soon, a slender and straight figure appeared in front of the tattered door. Durenna bowed at the door and said, "Lady Saint, I have taken care of everything you asked."

"Thank you for your hard work, my knight. I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on the servants and guards and prevent them from spreading the incident. Use charm when necessary."

Sharlelei nodded, then asked, "How is Sally? Is she frightened?"

Durenna's heart warmed, and she whispered, "Thanks to you, Saint Lady, Sally was just frightened awake and is not seriously injured."

"That's good," Salares nodded again, looking around at the mess, her mouth twitching slightly. "I wanted to ask you to sit down, but it seems there's nowhere else to sit now."

Durenna hadn't expected her Saint Lady to be in the mood for a joke at this moment. She was stunned for a moment, then said with a strange expression, "Saint Lady, with all due respect, how do you intend to... handle this rebellion?"

Sharlelei was silent for a moment, then looked into the female knight's azure eyes. "What do you think?"

A sharp murderous intent suddenly emanated from Durenna's eyes. She gritted her teeth, her voice piercing through them, icy and bone-chilling. "A public trial should be held, and all those involved in this rebellion should be hanged as a warning to the public."

Hearing this, Sharlele let out a long sigh. She stood up, walked to the female knight, and squeezed her hand.

"If it were another situation, I would do as you say."

Durenna was a little bewildered by this intimate pinch, but after hearing what Sharlene said, she seemed to have no intention of doing so, so she quickly turned her head away, "Lady Saint, what do you mean...?"

"As you said, I am indeed extremely angry about the actions of Nanned and those mountain people." Shalelei gave a wry smile and pointed at herself. "But I am no longer that... that 'crazy daughter'. I am now the saint of this entire town. I can't act simply on anger."

"But Saint!" Durenna suddenly raised her voice, "They almost...!"

"I understand, I understand, my little eagle..." Sharlene said softly, staring into her blue eyes filled with anger, and stroking her chin with her slender hand, as if soothing an angry little animal, "but I have to consider our current situation."

The female knight was stunned by the gentle words "my little eagle". Her head was a mess and she looked at the pretty face in front of her with a gloomy face in a daze. "Our...our situation?"

"We have monsters ahead of us, Graystone Town behind us, and a half-spiritual deer-horned goddess hanging overhead..." Shalelei's fingers slipped from Durrenna's cheek, and she sighed at the female knight's lost gaze. "It is at this critical juncture that I most need stability and unity... I need a loyal workforce and fighting power."

"Furthermore, we must suppress the news that 'Nan Ned has turned into a werewolf' at all costs. My little eagle, if this matter gets out, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Finally, Sharlele turned and walked away from Durenna, while the female knight lowered her head, with large beads of sweat oozing from her smooth forehead.

"Monsters will burst out of the dark forest" and "one of our own people will become a monster" are two completely different concepts. The former can unite people behind the walls, while the latter will only breed suspicion and distrust.

"The consequence is... the people of the kingdom will demand the expulsion of all the mountain dwellers, and the mountain dwellers will become suspicious of each other, even uniting against the enemy, leading to conflict between the two ethnic groups..."

"That's right. With the monsters wreaking havoc, we can't afford internal unrest, nor do we have the power to deal with it."

Durenna raised her head upon hearing this, pursed her lips tightly, and looked at Sharlelei in disbelief, "So, you want to..."

"So, instead of hanging all those rebels, it is better to do them a favor, a great favor that the mountain people will never be able to repay from generation to generation." Sallelei said lightly, with a frightening cold light flashing in her purple eyes.

Unlike the cold light in Durenna's eyes, when the usually gentle and amiable Saint Lady said these words, what flashed in her eyes was not a sharp murderous intent, but a chilling chill as cold as a venomous snake that chilled people to the bone marrow.

"I will follow your orders, Lady Saint. Nannide..." Durenna trembled all over and did not dare to look up at Sharlelei's eyes again.

"It was Isadore's decision to save him, so be it." Salares narrowed her eyes. "But... the death penalty may be avoided, but the punishment of life cannot be escaped. I will imprison him forever in the dungeon, and I have carefully prepared for him torture worse than death..."

"Torture worse than death? Are you going to torture him?" Durenna was startled. Her handsome face twisted slightly, revealing a sadistic grin that added a touch of evil and allure to her. Now it seemed that this noble female knight really did have the appearance of a demon. "If possible, please let me do it..."

"No, my little eagle." Sharlene shook her head gently, her slender fingers touching the girl's lips. "I have already found the people who will punish him. They are his most respected high priestess, Granny, and all the mountain people."

Durenna didn't react for a moment, staring blankly at her Saint Lady, until a charming and evil smile appeared on that beautiful face that was always holy and dignified, like a rose soaked in poison, a charming and terrifying smile.

"I wonder what kind of expression he'll have when his most respected priestess of the Antlered Goddess completely transforms into a she-wolf who belongs to me wholeheartedly, and the mountain people all submit to the people of the Kingdom, whom he hates the most?"

At this point, Durenna understood completely. The female knight's delicate body trembled slightly from her uncontrollable sadism, and she felt a chill creeping up from beneath her clothes.

She looked at the smile on her Saint Lady's face and said in a trembling voice, unable to conceal her excitement:

"I understand, Lady Saint. This is the greatest torture for him..."

Sharlele nodded, took her fingertips away from Durenna's lips, and turned to look out the dark window.

Yes, for Nanned, the greatest pain was not death and torture, but the fact that the nation he cherished, the religion he believed in, and everything he had, had become the property of his most hated enemy.

At that time, the mountain people who prospered under the leadership of the kingdom, the mountain high priest who became the property of the pagan saint, and the Deer Horned Goddess Sect which was actually controlled by the pagans, would become the best "gift" that Salaret gave to Nannide.

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She fell from a building, turned into a beautiful girl, and was then transported into another world by a truck.

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"What do you mean I've already died once?"

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 83: Isadore's Corner

In the doorless bedroom, Isadore sat on the bed, staring blankly at the darkness outside the window.

Even now, the scenes from just now were still replaying in her mind over and over again. The werewolf bursting through the door, the wolf howls echoing through the night sky, and Nannide gradually losing his monster appearance...

Uncle Nanny, why did you become that kind of monster?

And... and what the High Priestess said before that.

Her father was a criminal who raped her mother and then fled... No, can a man who did such a thing really be called her father?

If it hadn't happened, her mother would have gotten together with Uncle Nannide. That's why Uncle Nannide said that the blood of lies runs through the bodies of the people of the kingdom, and that's why he said that she was no longer a subject of the Deer Horned Goddess.

When she thought of these things, Isadore's heart suddenly contracted, and the pain made her tremble all over. It was as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, making her hands and feet cold and unable to breathe.

After knowing all this, how should I face Uncle Nannide? And why did Uncle Nannide turn into a werewolf?

These chaotic thoughts swirled in Isadore's mind, leaving her at a loss. She subconsciously thought—Ah, if only the Saint Lady were here at this moment. If it were the Saint Lady, she would surely be able to tell her what to do...

But at this moment, a soft sound of footsteps reached her ears. Isadore turned her head and saw Granny appear at the door of the room.

"Aunt Granny?" Isadore called softly.

Granny walked in slowly, her hoarse voice trembling a little, "Isadore, my child... are you... okay? Are you hurt?"

After all, she saw with her own eyes that the little nun was thrown out by the werewolf-like Nannide and smashed against the wall twice.

"I'm fine! Not hurt at all!" Isadore said cheerfully, waving her arms with a smile. But the gloom on Granny's face didn't fade at all. She silently came to Isadore's side, opened her mouth, and looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

The cold moonlight shone on the girl's body, making her skin look smooth and flawless. Her deep green eyes blinked, making her look as innocent and lively as a deer in the woods. She looked like an elf under the moon. Granny couldn't help but stare at her in amazement for a moment.

This child... had she ever been this beautiful? She was actually so beautiful that even her heart fluttered... But you have to know, Isadore is a girl, how could she...

Granny reached out her hand infatuatedly and gently stroked her soft golden hair. At this moment, she thought of the bulge under Isadore's headscarf, so she touched the sides of her head specifically, but did not find anything unusual.

But Granny knew clearly that what she saw at that time was definitely not an illusion.

"Isadore, you..." She spoke in a trembling voice, but her mouth felt dry. She could only say two words before she could no longer speak.

What could that be? Something growing on my head...

Legend has it that the symbol of Kornuna, the goddess of antlers, is the horn, which appears in impossible places. Horns are a sign of the cohesion and germination of life. Growing on the heads of docile herbivores, they also serve as weapons for combat. Therefore, they represent both vitality and growth, as well as the goddess's wrath and power.

Originally, horns were sacred objects of good fortune and rebirth. But over the past few decades, with the invasion of magical beasts, the Antler Goddess stopped responding to prayers, and in the eyes of the mountain people, "horns" gradually became a sign of divine punishment.

When horns appear on a person's head, it also represents the blessing of the gods. In ancient times, priests who received the gods' grace would show such a sign. As time passed, all the mountain people almost forgot about this incident. Only Granny, a priestess, still remembered it all.