Succubus cannot be a saint

She became more and more excited, her two golden braids bouncing non-stop, and finally she couldn't even utter a word. She simply bent down and pecked Sharlene on the lips like lightning.

Then, a shy blush appeared on Isadore's cheeks. She didn't even dare to look at Sallelei, and ran away with her skirt lifted up.

Sharlelei looked at her back in a daze, touched her lips, and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

"This little one, she should know the difference between a kiss on the cheek and a kiss on the mouth, right...?"

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With a bang, the makeshift door was flung open. Nanned almost jumped out of the bed, but the next moment, he froze.

Because he saw Isadore, an Isadore with a gleam in her eyes. This was not the Isadore who had cowered behind Sharlene in the mountain village, but the Isadore who was like a little sun, radiating light in all directions.

"Isa..." He opened his mouth blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment. But Isadore didn't seem to intend to give him a chance to speak at all. She said loudly with an unquestionable momentum: "-Uncle Nannide, you are wrong!"

…I was wrong? What was wrong? What was she talking about?

For a moment, guilt, confusion and bewilderment lingered in his heart, and Isadore did not give him time to think. Her little face flushed red and her eyes were shining.

"I am the child of the Antlered Goddess!" She raised her arms high, the sunlight from the window shining on her body. "I am from the kingdom, but I am also a mountain dweller. No matter what others say, I am myself!"

After Isadore said this, Nanned felt that his thoughts had stopped. He didn't even dare to look at Isadore, didn't dare to look into her eyes, as if he was afraid that her light would illuminate every inch of him and then burn him to ash.

"Isadore..." he whispered, but the girl in front of him interrupted him again.

"I haven't finished yet, Uncle Nannide!" Her small chest rose and fell rapidly with excitement. "In Sister Sasha's words... this isn't a discussion, it's a notice, an announcement! Not just to you, I'll say this to every mountain dweller I see! Whether you like it or not, I'm a subject of the Deer Horn Goddess, I'm myself!"

Nanned couldn't help but raise his head, and for a moment, he seemed to see something lightly shattered.

It was as if the phantom that had always shrouded Isadore in his eyes had shattered silently, and the light that truly belonged to her shone out without reservation, illuminating everything.

Isadore's little face flushed red, her bright eyes fixed on him. After a long while, she suddenly bowed sharply, shouted "That's all!", turned around, and ran away.

Nanned stared at her back for a long time, motionless and unable to move.

She didn't ask herself to apologize or explain anything. As she said, she came here just to announce this matter, without even asking for her permission or any response.

He had no room for shame, regret or gratitude, his mind was just blank.

It's like... it's like - the sun doesn't need to prove to the night that it is the sun, it's the most natural thing.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 91: Mountain People's Action (4k)

After leaving the lord's mansion, Isadore ran along the road to the mountain village. She felt her heart beating violently, as if a sun had ignited in her chest, constantly radiating heat.

The mountain people saw the big smile on her face from afar and were stunned for a moment, not knowing how to face this girl who was as happy and free as a bird.

They still remembered what Nanned had said, "She has accepted the blessing of the pagan gods and is no longer a subject of the Deer Horned Goddess." Perhaps out of suspicion of the people of the kingdom, hatred of the pagan gods, or anger about what happened thirteen years ago, they rejected her and looked down on her.

But until now when the storm has subsided, they have received the favor of the pagan saint and remembered that it was this girl who had knocked away the attacking monster with a hammer, and it was this girl and the kingdom's guards who protected them, while they were pointing fingers at her and talking behind her back.

For a moment, the mountain people felt ashamed and wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. But when they saw Isadore running towards them, they didn't know what to do.

Some people wanted to say hello but didn't know what to say. They were speechless, their faces flushed when they saw her bright smile. Some people just stood there at a loss.

As Isadore happily ran past them, she was the first to greet them. As usual, her smile was bright and her clear voice echoed in the air, without a trace of gloom or hesitation.

"Isadore...!" A woman watched the girl run past her, like a deer leaping through the sunlit woods, and was momentarily mesmerized. She couldn't help but shout, and Isadore stopped and turned around with a smile on her face. "What's wrong, Aunt Ida?"

The woman named Ada was speechless for a moment, standing there at a loss. After a long while, she murmured, "I'm... I'm sorry, little Isa, we're... I'm sorry..."

"Okay, don't say that anymore!" Isaac said with a smile, running over and lightly holding her hand. "Auntie, look, isn't everything getting better?"

"Yes... yes..." the woman stammered, and Isadore smiled and shook her hand. "So don't apologize. The Antlered Goddess is always watching over everyone, isn't she?"

Somehow, when the mountain people heard these words from this pagan little nun, this girl who was blessed by the pagan gods, they could not think of any rebuttal.

"Isadore, you..." Another mountaineer walked up slowly and spoke incoherently.

Isadore turned her bright smile towards him. For a moment, he felt as if his face was illuminated by the sun. He didn't even dare to look directly at her face. He could only stammer, "You...you, you..."

"What's wrong, Uncle Priss?" Ishado laughed. "I am who I am!"

"Ah..." The mountain people were speechless, unable to utter a word, and just stood there blankly. Isadore waited for a moment, and seeing that the mountain people had no further words, she smiled and waved at them, "Uncles and aunts, I have things to do. Goodbye, goodbye!"

"Goodbye..."

The villagers responded absentmindedly, looking at her with shame in their hearts. But just when they were filled with remorse and guilt, wanting to apologize to her, she seemed to have no need for such formalities and didn't even give them a chance to speak.

Just like that, Isadore gave them a big smile, turned her head without hesitation, and bathed in the bright sunshine, her light figure disappeared at the end of the country path.

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At the same time, in the Lord's Mansion, in Nanned's ward.

An unknown amount of time passed after Isadore left when a wooden staff was thrust into the room. Then, Granny appeared before Nannide.

"What happened?" Nanned's eyes were unfocused as he muttered to himself, while Granny came to his side. "Everything is getting better, Nanned."

Although she knew that rebellions might have broken out across the kingdom's western border, Granny still held onto hope for Moon Spring's future. The thought of that young girl lifted her spirits.

"Slowly...getting better?" Nanned repeated in a low voice.

Granny nodded, but her voice was cold.

"The Saint didn't pursue the matter of us secretly storing the monster horns, nor did she pursue the matter of you leading people to break into the lord's mansion at night. Not only did she discover that the monster horns were the goddess's blessing of abundance, she even helped you suppress the werewolf incident. Are you happy, Nanned?"

Hearing the High Priest's icy voice, Nanned felt his heart slowly freeze. He stiffly raised his head and asked, "High Priest, how...how could you call that Kingdom Saint Lady?"

But when he looked up, he saw Granny's beautiful face covered with frost.

The woman's light brown skin was flawless, and her beautiful green eyes were filled with coldness. She looked as if she was ten years younger, brimming with extraordinary youth and vitality.

- Wait, is the high priestess... so young and so beautiful? This thought flashed through Nannide's mind, but then it was drowned by the astonishment brought by Granny's next sentence.

"That's because... both I and all the mountain people have submitted to the Saint Lady."

"Surrender...? High Priest, you...you guys..." For a moment, Nannide could hardly believe what he heard.

Submission? Submission to the Kingdom's rule, submission to that pagan god, submission to that pagan saint? Why? Why?

He stared intently at the high priest in front of him. He couldn't believe it no matter how hard he tried. As the spokesperson for the Deer Horned Goddess, the priest of his mountain tribe was the first to bow down to a pagan god, to that pagan saint...

Why? Had the high priest betrayed the mountain folk? The flames of hatred and icy despair intertwined in Nannide's heart, a chill that froze his very heart, leaving him speechless and unable to utter a single word.

"Surprised, Nannide?" The brown-skinned priestess's thick, full lips curved slightly. Even with a sneer of sarcasm, she looked so beautiful at that moment. "You might as well think about it carefully. What did the Saint give us? And what have you done?"

"High Priest!" Nannide cried out in shock and anger, his voice trembling. "How could you...how could you betray our clan? How could you betray the Antlered Goddess and turn to a pagan god? Have you forgotten...have you forgotten that the people of the kingdom took our land? Have you forgotten what that steward did to us? Have you forgotten what happened thirteen years ago?!"

But Granny's gaze on him showed no sign of changing, still as sharp and cold as an icicle. She spoke clearly, each word clearly:

"Derek is Derek, the people of that kingdom are the people of that kingdom, and the Saint is the Saint. The mountain people will not forget hatred, but they also understand what friendship and kindness are! If it weren't for the Saint's generosity and kindness, do you think I would still be here talking to you? What do you think would happen to our mountain people if a noble lord replaced us?"

Nanned stopped talking, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. This tall, iron-like man now looked so hunched over that he seemed to be shrinking into the quilt.

"Have I ever told you, Nannide? I told you to stay there and take charge, not to act rashly, and to wait for me to return. But what about you? You were blinded by hatred, and your mind was bewitched by that letter. Not only did you lead your men to attack the lord's mansion at night, but you also drank that potion and turned into a werewolf! I ask you, between you and me, who is the traitor to the mountain people, and who betrayed the faith of the Antlered Goddess?"

Granny's tone was grim, and her speed was getting faster and faster. At the end, she slammed her cane, "Nannid, do you know that you almost dragged the entire mountain tribe into an irretrievable situation?"

With a thud, Nannide struggled to the ground, falling to his knees before Granny. His face was ashen, and Granny's words had completely dragged him into a vortex of despair. Only then did a sudden chill run down his spine.

"High Priest, I... I am a sinner, I... I am willing to die to atone for my sins..." His forehead was pressed tightly against the cold ground, and he didn't even notice the bright red blood seeping out from under the bandages on his body.

"If the Saint wanted you dead, she wouldn't have saved you." Granny glanced at him with disdain. She felt only contempt and anger towards this fellow tribesman who was filled with hatred and had nearly made such a blunder.

"Not only that, I must also tell you that she has, despite past grudges, incorporated the hunters who came with you into the guards. Do you remember the crossbow that felled you that day? The Saint is even planning to build a team of crossbowmen, centered around skilled mountain hunters."

Those... crossbows?

Nanned tried desperately to recall, and finally found a clue in that vague memory.

He no longer remembered what the hunters were holding in their hands. He only remembered the continuous pain, as if arrows were constantly piercing his body.

If... that's a crossbow... there's almost no gap between the pain. How could there be a crossbow with such a fast speed?! What on earth does that Kingdom Saint have in her hands...?

When he thought of this, Nanned felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead to the ground.

"That's the way it is. I don't have anything more to say to you, Nannil. If you want to die, I won't stop you, but..." Granny turned away and said lightly, "Before you die, you should also think about it. There must be people in this world who want you to live."

After saying this, she turned and left. At the same time, a hoarse, suppressed cry came from behind her.

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In the evening, Salares sat in the study, playing with a small bottle in her hand.

The liquid in the bottle had dried up, but it still emitted a strange, pungent smell. This was the bottle the guards had found in the yard, and after Nannide's confirmation, it was indeed the container of the "werewolf potion."

Although they had the bottle, they could glean very little information from it. In this era, there was no concept of laboratory testing, and there were no herbalists in Yuequan Town. Although Ophelin, a top student at the seminary, had some medical knowledge, she was helpless against the bottle of medicine.

After an entire afternoon of tossing and turning, the only conclusion they could reach was this: Granny's observation revealed no trace of the Deer Horned Goddess's scent on the bottle of medicine. Of course, she couldn't rule out the possibility that the potion had completely evaporated, making it unrecognizable.

"My Lady Saint."

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Durenna came to Sharlele and placed a report on her desk.

"Recently, the Warcraft attacks have continued, but monsters like the Hornless Wolf have not appeared again. The situation is still under control."

"Thank you for your hard work, my knight." Sharlelei put down the medicine bottle, picked up the report, and while carefully reading it, she casually asked, "How is Sally?"

"Thank you for your concern, Saint. Sally's condition has been relatively stable recently, but she seemed to have caught a cold last night and has a cough..." Durenna whispered.

"Cold?" Sally was stunned. Logically speaking, after her physique was strengthened by her own Gift of Blasphemy, Sally should not have been infected with such a minor illness.

However, it may also be because Sally's physique is too weak. Even after being strengthened, it can only reach the level of an ordinary person with a weaker physique...

"I understand. I'll find time to check it out." Salares put down the report. "By the way, my knight, we can also start preparing for our next move."

Durenna was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Sharlelei tapped the table with a smile. "Now that we have catapult magic crossbows and mountain hunters familiar with the Black Forest's terrain, we have the initial conditions to explore the Black Forest. Don't you think so?"

"We...are going to explore the Black Forest?" Durenna exclaimed in surprise, "But the Saint..."

"According to church records and the descriptions of mountain hunters, there aren't many magical beasts in the Black Forest during the day. And judging by the appearance of the magical beasts, I suspect they were 'temporarily' created."

"Temporary..." Durenna repeated the word thoughtfully. "You mean to say that those monsters mutated after nightfall..."

"After seeing those horns growing from their bones, how long do you think they can live?" Sharlelei asked. "If monsters continue to appear and reproduce, why haven't they filled the entire Black Forest yet? Why can't the mountain hunters see them during the day?"

"During the day... no magical beasts can be seen. 'Improvised'...? I understand... I understand, Lady Saint!" Durenna muttered to herself, a light suddenly gleaming in her eyes. "There's probably a place like a 'workshop' in the Black Forest!"

Gradually, her thoughts became clearer, her speech became faster, and her eyes became brighter.

"This 'workshop' will only transform ordinary wild beasts into demonic beasts at night. Once a demonic beast is pierced by its horns, even if it doesn't make it to the walls of Yuequan Town and be killed, it won't survive until dawn... And, precisely because demonic beasts can't move for long, this 'workshop' won't be located deep in the forest!"

"That's exactly what I suspected." Salares nodded, smiling approvingly. "We can't just sit there and wait for death—now's the time to fight back."

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Today is also a big chapter with two chapters combined into one!

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 92: Crossbowmen

In fact, after becoming certain that the horns were hindering the movements of the monsters, Sharlele had this question in her mind.