Succubus cannot be a saint

"Sister Sasha, Miss Mirror died suddenly!"

"What are you talking about? She just cut off the communication." Shalelei flicked the horn of the little succubus, took the mirror from her hand, and whispered, "Villier."

But the moment the call was connected, Vera Valindiya's sharp scream rang out, almost tearing the eardrums of Sharlelei and Isadore.

“%＆@*！＆＃￥！@＆*＆%@——！!”

Then, the communication was cut off again.

"What's going on?" Shalelei was stunned. Judging from the tone of the girl opposite her, it seemed like some kind of... Elvish swear word?

After a few seconds, she uttered the activation code again, opening the communication. This time, they could understand the curse words that came out of it.

"Idiot! Idiot! Bastard! Get out of here—!"

And then the communication ended.

Salaret stared at Isadore in bewilderment: "What did you do to her?"

"I asked Miss Mirror if there were cockroaches in the Elf Kingdom, and then asked her two mothers what kind of mirrors they were..." Isadore also realized that she had done something wrong. She lowered her head and answered in a low voice, her slender fingers uneasily touching each other.

Salaret: “…………”

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"I'm sorry, Miss Vera Valindiya."

Half an hour later, Sharlene sat alone on the edge of the bed, staring at the communication mirror on her lap.

"What are you apologizing for? It's me who was ignorant of the timing and insisted on chatting with you about this. I should be apologizing to you." After a moment, the cold voice of the elf girl came from the mirror.

"I'm sorry, Isadore spoke without thinking. I apologize to you..."

"You say that as if you can replace her. And who are you to her, Saint Sister?"

"No... I can't replace her. But I think you probably won't be able to listen to her apology to you at this time, so I asked Isadore to go somewhere else to reflect on herself first." Salile smiled.

After a long while, Vera Valintia snorted, and the anger in her voice faded a little, "...Humph, that's true."

"……Feel sorry."

"Just once is enough to apologize for her."

"No," Sharlene said with a strange smile, "This time I'm the one apologizing to you myself."

"Huh? Did you do anything to offend me?"

"Well... sort of. I've been busy with other things lately and haven't had time to contact you in the evening."

Sharlelei fell on the bed with the mirror in her hand, her long, smooth hair spread out on the sheets. Her slightly hoarse voice was filled with laziness. "I'm sorry, Miss Mirror. If you want to talk to me tonight, just contact me."

"——Haaaaaa?!" Vera Valindiya had just calmed down when she let out another sharp, bird-like cry. "No, no, who wants to talk to you? Don't make it sound like I'm lonely! You, you just picked up my mother's things, who do you think you are? You, you're just a stranger, okay!"

"...Really?" This time, Sharlene deliberately remained silent for a moment and sighed softly, "So, to you, I'm just a stranger. I thought we could be considered friends... I'm sorry, Miss Vera Valindiya, I was too sentimental..."

“No… That’s not what I meant…!” This time it was the elf girl on the other side of the mirror who was panicking. “I didn’t say that… No, I think I did say that… But, but that… It’s not, I… Ahhh…! Wait a minute!”

Hearing Sharlele slowly utter the first two syllables of the Elvish ending word, Vera Valindiya simply screamed in panic, "Wait! Don't cut off the communication! I, I'm lying...! Um, I already consider you a friend! So-"

"...Oh?" Sharlele laughed. She lay sideways on the bed, twirling her light flaxen hair. The neckline of her nightgown was slightly open, revealing a faint shadow of her white cleavage. "So... Miss Vera Valindiya, why did you lie?"

"Um... that..." A girl's panicked breathing could be heard from the other side of the mirror. Finally, she seemed to have found an excuse, "It's because that little thing there of yours is so annoying! Yes, that's right, it's because of her... I don't want to talk to that little idiot!"

"Really?" Sharlene smiled. "I'm really sorry. I'll teach her a lesson in the future. But compared to this, Miss Vera Valindiya, it turns out you don't treat me as a stranger. That's great, really great..."

As she spoke, she wiped her moist eyes, and there were a few more sobs in her voice.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that anymore... I was wrong. No, I shouldn't have lied to you..." The elf girl immediately panicked and stammered, "I, I'll make it up to you... I'm sorry..."

"Since you say so, I'll respectfully obey." Sharlene smiled slightly, her lips curled up. She turned over and lay on her back, a lock of flaxen hair tangled between her slender fingers. "Hmm... what should I do..."

Hearing her slightly hoarse voice, Vera Valintia, who was sitting across from the mirror, couldn't help but purse her lips. Somehow, every word coming from the mirror seemed to tug at her heart.

What kind of girl is this who keeps talking to me? Unfortunately, the communication mirror over there is broken, so I can't see her face...

But, with such a gentle and pleasant voice, she must be a beauty in person, right? What would she be like? I imagine gentle features, long hair as smooth as a stream... No, judging by how she often teases herself, perhaps her eyes are more lively and playful, and she often wears a sly smile...

Ah, why on earth would someone like that be banished to a place like Yuequan Town? She said she liked girls, but who was she in love with? Who had she ever loved?

Unconsciously, Vera Valindiya held her breath, waiting for Salares' voice. One delusion after another rose in her mind like bubbles, bursting and bursting with a little bitterness and expectation.

"Who have you ever loved...?"

"Miss Vera Valindiya, are you interested in this matter?"

It was not until she heard Sharlene's voice that the elf girl shuddered all over and woke up from her dream - it turned out that she had said these words unknowingly!

"No, I didn't—" She subconsciously wanted to refute, but stopped for no reason.

——Yes, she wanted to know. She wanted to know what her only conversation partner had experienced in the past. She wanted to know more about this person, to understand him more deeply, so that her life, which was as blank and boring as a blank sheet of paper, could be filled with a little more color.

"The person I loved in the past? Well...it's not that I can't talk about it." Salile pursed her lips and smiled, as cunning as a fox. "But...Miss Mirror, what's the price?"

"Hey, you! Why are you calling me Miss Mirror again...?" Vera Valindiya was furious, shaking her fist twice in anger—though Sharlelei couldn't see. After she calmed down, she snorted coldly, "Then, what price do you want me to pay?"

Having said that, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

This bad guy...what should I do if he insists on calling me "Villier"...

On the other side of the mirror, Shailelei rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Teacher Vera Valindiya, how about you teach me some more magic spells?"

At this moment, just outside of Sallelei's room, Isadore, who was supposed to be reflecting in the next room, had already stuck to the door, listening to her "Sister Sasha" and Miss Mirror talking.

"Sister Sasha...the person she loved before...?"

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Hoho, everyone, happy Laba Festival~

Volume 1: From Crazy Rich Girl to Saint: Chapter 100: The Messenger from Greystone Town (Part 1)

Sharlene raised her head, looked at the ceiling, and fell into memories.

The person "she" had loved—to be more precise, the person the original "Sarah De Lave" had loved.

"Anjiedel..." she whispered softly. Anjiedel Iharion, one of the kingdom's four great dukes, the daughter of Duke Iharion, and the object of Shalelei Dravi's affections.

Once upon a time, that love letter, carrying a young girl's heart, flew into the hands of Angeldale. But what "Salalei Delavie" waited for was not a reply written in Angeldale's notebook, but -

betray.

Her innermost thoughts were exposed to the public. The girl's most passionate words, most ardent desires, and most secret emotions were read out in public by the envoy of the Iharin family. It was like a stone thrown into the water, arousing the sneers of the nobles, the disgust of the ladies, the contempt of the priests, and the rage of Duke Dravi.

But at that moment, "Salène De Lave" felt nothing. No anger, no pain, not even sadness. Only numbness, like a drowning person, staring blankly at the shimmering water receding further and further away.

——Ahh, I’m going to drown in this world.

The voice of "Sallelei Delavé" at that time still echoes in Salelle's memories.

Corruption of ethics, disruption of rites and rituals, lack of shame, debauchery... all these crimes were cast together in the shackles of "mental disorder" and fastened around her neck - and then came exile.

Perhaps, the drowning I experienced after traveling through time was not to escape.

"Hey...what's wrong with you? Why haven't you spoken for so long?"

Suddenly, Vera Valindiya's voice sounded at the right time, waking her up from the cold and heavy memories as a grave.

"Nothing." Shailelei's dazed eyes slowly regained clarity and she shook her head as if nothing had happened.

"Sorry... for asking about your sad story?" Vera Valindiya said cautiously. Shailelei took a deep breath, patted her cheek, and suddenly smiled cunningly.

"Nothing, just bringing up the past again, and it's a bit uncomfortable..."

The girl gently turned over and lay on her back on the bed, her brows slightly furrowed, her hands covering her chest, her eyes flickering. Although she said that she was fine, her voice was timid and weak.

Even though the elf girl didn't see what Sharlele looked like at the moment, just hearing the voice made her panic and she fell into the trap of the evil succubus.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry for asking these questions... Um, let's change the subject! Let's not talk about this anymore... Oh, magic! I'll teach you magic!"

"Um... okay..." Salaret responded softly, her voice timid and tinged with sobs. Just hearing the sound made one imagine her tearful face. "Then let's start with... the simple things?"

But if Vera Valintiya was in front of her at this time, she would find that the woman's face was full of evil smiles.

In this way, the night passed quickly in teaching. At midnight, Isadore finally couldn't hold back any longer, so she went into the room, lay on Sallelei's lap, listened to the hypnotic teaching of "Miss Mirror", and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, besides handling official business and visiting Sally, Sharlelei practiced magic taught by Vera Valindia. In the evening of that day, she was trying to thread a needle, intending to alter the loose and boring nun's clothes to make them more suitable, when the guards brought her bad news.

"——Lady Saint! The envoy from Greystone Town has arrived!"

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As the steward of the Vorlo family in Greystone Town, Paul was no stranger to the "territory" of Derek, the second son of the family.

In his memory, Yuequan Town was a remote little place, and the peasants here were all pale and thin, with the look of being starved for years and numb. Of course, peasants were supposed to be like this.

But this time, when he visited Yuequan Town at the order of the Baron, the scene he saw left him confused.

The peasants walked along the road, chatting and laughing, the children ran around with smiles on their faces, and everyone's face was radiant. Not far away on the roadside, people from the kingdom and dark-skinned mountain people were bargaining, and militiamen with spears were patrolling the streets...

Is this still Yuequan Town? Is this still the dilapidated and remote town in my memory?

Paul couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

Then, he continued rubbing his eyes until he arrived at the lord's mansion.

In front of the gate of the lord's mansion were guards holding spears and standing upright. From a distance, there was a simple wooden house in the yard. He didn't know what it was used for, but the scene he saw the next moment made him rub his eyes again.

Not only him, but even the two servants behind him rubbed their eyes at the same time.

——Because there were several children dressed as civilians running around in the courtyard of the lord’s mansion!

When did the courtyard of the lord's mansion become a place where these little peasants run wild? What was Master Derek thinking?

If this scene almost made Paul's eyes pop out, then what the guard said when he came in to report almost made his jaw drop to the ground.

Because the guard said: "--Lady Saint, the envoy from Greystone Town has arrived!"

"Saintess? What kind of saint is this from this remote town in the middle of nowhere?!"

Paul opened his mouth wide and slowly turned his head, feeling his neck bones creak. His two attendants were also stunned, their eyes meeting in a blur, forming three bewildered faces.

Soon, the guards came back and led Paul and his attendants into the lord's house. When he entered the house, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

—No, where are my magic lamps?! Where are all my magic lamps?! Where are all the magic lamps that Master Derek brought from Greystone?!

Without the illumination of the magic lamp, the lord's mansion looked like an old man who had taken off his fine clothes. The walls were mottled, the floor creaked when stepped on, and even the edges of the oil paintings on the walls showed signs of large pieces falling off... It was as if someone had peeled off all the silver foil covering them!

What’s going on? What’s going on? Has this lord’s mansion been robbed by bandits?

Seeing this scene, Paul didn't even have the energy to be surprised. He desperately tried to figure out what had happened here. Could it have been robbed by bandits? But the happy faces of the townspeople didn't seem to indicate that. Who was this saint the guard was talking about?

Most importantly—what happened to Master Derek? And how would he explain this to Baron Volo?

But the next moment, his doubts were completely forgotten. A gentle, sweet girl's voice echoed from the end of the corridor. The moment he heard it, Paul felt as if he had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt. His thoughts became dull, and he could only stare blankly at the graceful figure emerging from the shadows not far away...

"Welcome, Your Excellency the Envoy, welcome to Yuequan Town..."

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Ding! Today's mutual promotion time!

The Most Despicable Valkyrie

Bearing the most despicable name, fighting for all the good things

Facing the enemy

Even when danger was lurking, she kept on talking and trying to provoke the other party.

"Xilin, why are you always in this cycle of swelling, getting beaten, getting beaten, and then swelling? Are you a pufferfish?"

"You're the one calling me the Honkai God? Look at the Herrschers you lead, they're either scoundrels or killed off at lightning speed. You're the boss, so what... you're also one of them."

And she showed no mercy to her teammates.

"Squad leader, why are you in the women's restroom?"

"Ban Ya, why is your driver's license revoked again?"

"Aunt Jizi..."

"Aunt, you actually jumped up and hit my knee?!"

"Kiana, you don't want Mei to leave you, do you?"