Succubus cannot be a saint

Now, there are signs of budding horns on Isadore's head. What does this mean?

Did it mean...she was blessed by the Antlered Goddess? Could the Antlered Goddess and the Goddess of Light bless the same person at the same time? Granny didn't know.

If Sharlele had given her hope before, then Nannide's transformation into a werewolf pushed her back into the hell of fear and despair.

What happened to Nannide? Why? The Antlered Goddess...what happened to the Antlered Goddess? What is her will? Why does she bestow blessings and also bring down divine punishment?

Faced with this series of events that happened one after another, the mountain priest was already at a loss. He just wanted to desperately grasp every life-saving straw - no matter what it was.

The priestess placed her rough brown hands on the girl's head, and her voice trembled even more.

"Little Isadore, what grew on your head earlier...was that...a horn?"

Hearing this, Isadore was stunned at first, then she covered her head suddenly.

——What should I do! Aunt Granny has discovered my succubus characteristics! What should I do? I’m about to be exposed!

Although she tried her best to deny it, this action betrayed her. Granny grabbed her wrist even tighter and even fell to her knees with a thud, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Isadore, tell Auntie... Please, tell Auntie, okay? This is really important to me... to all of us mountain people..."

"Aunt Granny, you... you can get up first, please? This is really... this is really, I..."

Isadore was on the verge of tears. She didn't want to upset Aunt Granny, but she couldn't reveal her succubus identity. It involved a secret between her and the Saint... and the entire succubus clan. How could she possibly reveal it?

"If, if you don't tell me, I won't get up..."

Granny said in a trembling voice that facing this little girl who was more than half her age, the mountain priest was now at a loss and had completely lost his composure. He even started to use the tricks of a child, leaving Isadore at a loss as to what to do for a moment.

But just as Isadore was about to leap out of bed and kneel face to face with Granny, footsteps sounded at the door. Then, Sharlalei's gentle voice, like heavenly music, reached their ears: "Isadore, how are you feeling? Are you hungry?—Hey, what's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

"Sa... that is, the Saint!" Isadore's eyes lit up. She struggled to break free from Granny's hand as if she had seen a savior, and jumped over in three or two steps to hide behind Sharlelei. "G-Aunt Granny is very strange! She keeps saying that I have horns on my head..."

As she spoke, she secretly poked Shalelei's waist, trying her best to hint at her in this way.

Salare was stunned for a moment, and then she reacted almost immediately - she was afraid that this little succubus had revealed something and was discovered by Granny.

But then, she glanced at the pink "?60" on Granny's head, her eyes darkened slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 84: Threats and Deceptions

"Xiaosha... no, Your Highness the Saint..." Granny also stood up, using a wooden stick to support her trembling body, and said breathlessly, "Please... let Isadore tell me this, okay? This... this is really important... Horns, horns are a gift from the Deer Horn Goddess, and only those who receive her favor can possess them..."

Only those who receive the favor of the Antler Goddess can grow horns? Sharlelei turned to look at Isadore, who was cowering behind her. Suddenly, she remembered that when she saw the werewolf skeleton earlier, there seemed to be traces of horns on the wolf skull...

When she turned around again, Sharlele saw that the number above Granny's head had changed from "?60" to "?61".

"I should be able to increase her desires a bit later... After treating those mountain people, I still have about half of my magic power left. Although Ishado has been drained, the other succubi can still be used..."

Sharlene pondered calmly, but her pretty face hardened, as if covered in a layer of frost. "Ms. Granny, this matter is indeed of great importance. Do you absolutely need to know?"

"Yes, this matter is very important to me... Your Highness the Saint, please tell me..." Granny pleaded in a trembling voice, and Isadore, who was hiding behind Sharlele, was so anxious that she almost jumped up and poked her waist hard, almost poking her waist.

"Hiss... Yeah, I understand..." Sharlelei gasped after being poked by Isadore. She turned around and slapped her on the head before turning her face to Granny and saying, "This is Isadore's secret. I didn't want to tell you... Well, it's not convenient to talk here. Let's go to my lab."

Then, she turned and whispered in Isadore's ear, "Tell Sister Ophelin to call the nuns and wait for me by the laboratory. Go quickly." As she spoke, she pinched the little succubus's face.

Isadore listened stupidly, and gradually came to her senses. A glimmer of surprise flashed in her big green eyes.

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After arriving at Sharlene's laboratory, Granny stared blankly.

Because this messy little room was filled with silver pieces, carving tools, and papers with designs drawn on them. And it was only then that she suddenly remembered the strange "crossbows" that the "Saint Lady" had used when facing Nannide.

A crossbow without a string, no need to wind it, and capable of firing at incredible speeds.

Could it be that these things were made here? How many secrets does this...this girl hide?

The power of this crossbow was so great that even the werewolf, the nightmare of the mountain people for centuries, could not withstand it. At that time, the mountain people's ancestors suffered dozens of casualties before they could barely kill a werewolf.

But this time, there were no casualties. Not only were the only two injured mountaineers injured by their own people, but even Nanned, who should have died long ago, was forcibly pulled back from the clutches of death by the power of Holy Light.

And this is all thanks to those terrible crossbows. If the mountain people's ancestors had such weapons at that time, then, then...wouldn't so many people have died at that time?

But after calming down, Granny suddenly realized that Nannide's actions were an attack on the lord's mansion and Sharlelei. If Sharlelei wanted to, she could easily characterize this as a betrayal and assassination of the lord of Moon Spring Town by the entire mountain people, and thus declare war on the mountain people.

The thought of those magical crossbows, capable of continuous fire, instantly froze Granny in place, as if she were falling into an icy cave. For a moment, even the "secret" of Isadore was forgotten, and her heart was filled with the safety of the mountain people.

With something like this, there is no need for Durenna, the extraordinary warrior, to take action. As long as Sharlele really intends to take action, the mountain people will have no power to resist.

She could even imagine a row of guards lined up with crossbows, the mountain folks rushing up waving pitchforks, and then falling down in unison like wheat being cut...

When Granny thought of this, she couldn't help but feel dizzy in front of her eyes and sweat dripped down. She raised her head and looked at Charlene's back, and even the hand holding the wooden stick began to tremble.

Not long ago, the little girl who made her blush and her heart beat fast, has now unknowingly become... a person who can decide the life and death of the mountain people with a snap of her fingers...

"Sister Granny, I asked Isadore to prepare things. She will be back soon. Before I tell you her secret, let's talk about the mountain people, the antler goddess, and Nannide's attack on the lord's mansion..."

The girl's gentle voice, slightly hoarse, echoed in the room, but Granny's face was ashen, her body was swaying and she was about to fall, relying only on the wooden stick to maintain her balance.

What Granny was thinking about, Sallely naturally thought about it too. She turned around, the candlelight illuminating half of her face and her gentle and quiet smile, while the other half was hidden in the darkness. Under this contrast of light and dark, it was indescribably weird and terrifying.

You can use your high priest to "make up" for this attack you caused.

With a thud, Granny could no longer hold on. Her legs went soft and she sat down on the ground trembling. Salares walked up to her with a smile. When her shadow covered Granny, her face was completely hidden in the darkness, revealing only a pair of slightly glowing purple eyes.

"Little... Little Sallelei, no... Lady Saint, all this is a mistake..."

"Is this all a misunderstanding? Sister Granny, are you kidding?" The girl in the darkness smiled, revealing a row of neat, white teeth. Granny's voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

"Sister Granny, do you know? It's not just me, many people saw it... saw the werewolf who was shot by the arrow transform back into Nannide, and saw the mountain people who appeared in the lord's mansion. Why did the mountain people come to the lord's mansion in the middle of the night? Why were they fully armed with hunting knives and bows and arrows? Why?"

The girl squatted down in front of Granny with a smile, while the brown-skinned priestess let out a low wail and retreated almost on her hands and feet.

"No matter how hard I think, I can only think that they are here to attack me. Tell me, Sister Granny, is this considered a betrayal? And as the lord of this small town, what should I do? Why did Nanned suddenly turn into a werewolf? Should I take some 'precautions' against these mountain folk who can turn into monsters?"

"No! Saint, please, please don't... Nannide... that's because - that's because -!"

Big tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground. Granny didn't know where she got the strength from. She screamed and crawled on her knees for two steps, hugging Sharlene's calves.

But... why? She didn't understand why Nannide had become a werewolf. She didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

She didn't understand why she had already learned the truth about the monster's horn and the entire Yuequan Town was about to receive the blessing of abundance from the goddess, but she still ended up in this situation.

She didn't understand why the Deer Horned Goddess's divine punishment still came, and why the girl who had once made her heart beat for a moment would speak to her in such a tone.

The punishment of the Antlered Goddess, her own faith, the secret of Isadore, the life and death of the mountain people... a series of great joys and sorrows made her physically and mentally exhausted, and the priestess almost lost the strength to think. Even her eyes became dazed, and she looked at the girl in front of her shrouded in shadow with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, which was to protect her people at all costs.

"Sister Granny, don't worry. I can forgive the sins of your entire family, but... I have one condition. You... will definitely agree, right?"

The next moment, the girl's voice rang out, and the deep purple eyes on the face hidden in the darkness curved seductively.

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 85: Become One of Us

At this moment, the priestess, who was sometimes gentle and resolute, and sometimes as ferocious as a wolf, completely lost her usual courage and backbone. She sat on the ground with tears streaming down her face, trembling like a helpless little girl.

And Salares was hidden in the shadows, looking at her calmly.

She has shown enough sincerity towards the mountain people.

She sent all the elite guards and Durenna to guard the wall of the mountain people's residential area, which to some extent expressed her trust in the mountain people and the determination of the two ethnic groups to unite.

If another lord, such as Derek or Edgar, had encountered such a thing, he would have ordered the massacre of the mountain people.

But Salares wouldn't do that.

"Sister Granny, I can imprison only Nanned. I'll also explain to the townspeople that... I invited the mountain folk to the lord's mansion to study the monster's remains, but the monster unexpectedly resurrected. So, I teamed up with the mountain folk to suppress the monster. Furthermore, I can silence those who know the truth..."

Sharlele slowly squatted down, and her soft fingers gently touched the priestess's light brown cheek with a hint of frivolity. Granny's eyes were filled with tears, and she opened her mouth, only able to utter the monosyllable "ah ah".

"Of course, my previous promise still stands... I will tell you Isadore's secret. But in return... I want you to tell me all the inside story behind it, everything you know. Also, I want you to become... one of us, and become mine."

A strange feeling of tiredness surged in Granny's heart, as if massaging her brain, making her thinking involuntarily dull, her nerves slowly becoming relaxed, and she couldn't help but continue thinking along the lines of what Sharlele said.

Become... one of them? What does that mean?

But soon, this doubt was drowned out by the joy of having saved her compatriots. She let out a dreamy smile, lost in a sense of relaxed happiness, as if the Antlered Goddess hadn't left them far behind, and the mountain people's fields were filled with abundant crops thanks to the beast's horns, and the breeze blew away golden waves of wheat...

Gradually, the desire number above her head began to rise slowly, from "?60" to "?62".

At this moment, the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and Isadore's little head poked in. Seeing Granny kneeling in front of Sharlele, she was stunned for a moment.

But soon, she came in, along with a group of nuns led by Opheline. The laboratory, which was originally small, suddenly became even more crowded.

Although Granny was quite confused by the appearance of the nuns, she was immersed in the soft feeling of joy in her mind and had no time to think about it.

Sallelei stood up and walked to Isadore, whispering something in her ear. The little nun then took off her headscarf, and her thick golden hair stirred, revealing a pair of curved sheep horns. At the same time, her eyes turned a bright and devilish red.

Seeing this scene, Granny got up from the ground almost without thinking, staring blankly at the pair of small horns.

Those who are favored by the Deer Horn Goddess will also grow horns on their heads, which symbolize the spirit of the forest - this is a legend even among mountain people.

The Antler Goddess stopped answering prayers and granting power long ago, so Granny had no idea what the horn looked like.

And the scene that appeared before her now perfectly coincided with the legend in her heart.

“Ah… Ah… Ah…” With a clang, the wooden staff fell to the ground, and the priestess knelt on the ground again, stretching out her trembling hands towards Isadore’s horns, “Ah… This is… This is the grace of the Deer Horned Goddess… This is…!”

Isadore's eyebrows knitted together in confusion when she heard this, and the nuns around her giggled softly. But Granny didn't care. She was immersed in the ecstasy of her faith coming true and didn't notice anything outside.

At this moment, a wooden cup was handed to her. The clear water inside was faintly red. Granny turned her head and saw Sharlene's gentle smile mixed with a hint of enchantment.

"Come, fulfill your promise, Granny, and become one of us..."

Becoming one of "them"? Granny's heart was in a trance. The incomparable feeling of happiness made her smile blankly involuntarily and took the cup.

In Sharlene's eyes, her desire number was also rising all the way, soaring to "?65".

"Become... one of you? Gain... the grace of the Deer Horned Goddess?" she murmured to herself. At this moment, a nun smiled softly and said, "Yes, gain God's grace..."

Immediately afterwards, the other nuns also giggled, and for a moment the room was filled with the clear and frivolous laughter of women. Granny was a little overwhelmed until Sallelei's voice rang in her ears: "Sister Granny, don't forget our promise..."

Promise... Yes, Sharlele... No, the promise of the Saint to the mountain people... Granny felt dizzy, and she subconsciously raised the cup and drank it all. Soon after the water entered her stomach, she suddenly felt a strange burning sensation deep in her lower abdomen.

At this moment, Sharlele also smiled, watching the "65" above her head slowly fade. For the succubi present, transforming someone with a Desire Number of 65 was not a difficult task.

"I, I'm... what's wrong with me..." Granny felt the changes in her body, and her expression finally began to turn horrified. One of the nuns curled her lips as if she wanted to say something, but she looked at Sharlene, and only after her Saint nodded slightly did she chuckle and say:

"You are about to become one of us, High Priestess."

"Haa... one of your...?" Granny murmured and panted, pink and purple light flowing in her body, gradually dyeing her body with an enchanting color.

At the same time, accompanied by the crisp laughter of the nuns, they took off their headscarves one after another, and succubus horns emerged from their heads, and their eyes turned bright red.

"Aunt Granny, this is my secret?"

Even Isadore's innocent little face showed a strange smile, a mixture of a girl's childishness and the devilish charm and evil. She walked slowly towards Granny and held her hot cheeks.

"Actually, we are succubi."

"Succubus... Succubus!?" Granny turned her head suddenly, and the "Saint Lady" who had been standing behind her also let out an unbridled laugh.

The dark golden horns like a crown protruded from the flaxen hair, and her deep purple eyes were slightly narrowed. She covered her mouth with her hands and laughed so hard that her body shook, and even her plump breasts kept shaking up and down, which was indescribably charming and seductive.

——Succubus.

These nuns, these messengers of pagan gods, turned out to be succubi. Even the so-called saint was a succubus. Even Isadore had become a monster without even realizing it!

It turns out that the horns on her head...are not a gift from the Deer Horn Goddess, but a symbol of the devil!

How could this happen? How could this happen? When did this town fall? Why did Yuequan Town become a den of monsters?

Now, even I am about to become one of them. What will happen to me? What will happen to the mountain people... my compatriots?

Fear, anger, panic, regret, all these thoughts lingered in Granny's heart, like a whirlpool, pulling her deeply into it, spinning and sinking deeper and deeper...

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 86: Brown-skinned Big Sister, GET! (5k)

The burning sensation inside Granny grew stronger, and the succubi smiled and walked gracefully to her side. Soon, accompanied by a wanton giggle, a slender hand caressed her light brown cheek lightly.

Granny shuddered suddenly and looked back. A succubus nun just walked past her. Her beautiful red eyes blinked seductively, and a wave of hot ripples spread in the woman's heart, bringing about a series of unreasonable lustful thoughts.

How could this happen... They... They are monsters... How could I...

In an instant, another succubus passed by her, bringing with her a fragrant breeze. Light figures surrounded her, and all she could hear were charming giggles and whispers, while her nose was filled with fragrant and sweet aromas.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her shoulder, and someone pulled the shawl off her body, revealing her light brown arms. Granny turned her head suddenly and saw a nun, about eighteen or nineteen years old, who gave her a charming look and threw the shawl away with a slender hand.

On the other side, a pair of slender hands touched the priestess's strong brown arms, and the slender fingers slid across the slightly rough skin, bringing about a tremor of joy.