Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 103: The Importance of the Laboratory

Bright light filled the room.

In the soft light, the girl was leaning over the table, her long light flaxen hair tied back with a hair rope, her bangs pulled up, revealing her smooth forehead.

A pair of crystal purple eyes stared at the silver piece on the table without blinking. The sleeves of the nun's robe were gathered to the elbows. A piece of flawless white arm as white as a jade lotus root was raised in the air. A small carving knife was held in the slender fingers. It fell on a piece of silver and slowly carved mysterious runes.

Silver flakes slid down beneath her carving knife, a faint blue glow emanating from the blade, casting a chilling light in the girl's focused eyes. With the final stroke, a subtle blue light flowed across the entire magic circle on the silver piece.

The girl's cherry lips moved slightly, she exhaled lightly, and straightened her body. The front of her nun's uniform fell in a high arc, and was tied under her chest with a black belt, outlining the plump breasts that swayed slightly.

With a click, she casually threw down the carving knife in her hand, pushed the silver sheet aside, and piled it together with several other pieces of silver sheets that had already been carved. She slightly straightened her slender waist and stretched lazily on the chair. Her purple eyes narrowed comfortably, and a long and sweet hum escaped from her pink lips, stretching her body like a cat.

As she moved, the continuous peaks held up by the corset swayed gently, and two dark golden horns grew out from the sides of her head, guarding her head like a crown, while a slender black devil's tail also stretched out from the bottom of the nun's robe, dancing freely.

In just a moment, this dignified nun transformed into a glamorous succubus. Her simple and solemn nun's uniform was altered to fit her figure perfectly, highlighting her exquisite and curvaceous figure, and even the slightest hint of holiness was made even more seductive and alluring.

Shalelei shook her head, untied the hairband at the back, and let her long, smooth hair flow down. She stood up and walked to the laboratory window, gazing out at the courtyard in the lonely night.

But at this moment, she squinted her eyes and saw a thieving figure appear in the yard, tiptoeing towards the stable next to the yard.

Even in the dark and cloudy night, Sharlene could see clearly that it was none other than one of the attendants of Paul, the messenger from Greystone Town!

How did that person get out? How did he do it? I confiscated all their belongings and clothes, and even added guards to guard them...

Thoughts flashed through Sharlelei's mind. Without thinking, she immediately pushed open the door of the laboratory, picked up the horn beside the door, and blew it suddenly!

"Woo——"

A shrill horn blared throughout the lord's mansion, stirring up a commotion. Then, footsteps and a flash of fire approached rapidly. Thanks to Sallelei's training, the guards had already developed a habit of dispatching upon the sound of the horn.

This horn was what Sharlelei had deliberately placed in her laboratory. After the last night raid by the mountaineers, she had taken extra precautions and kept this in reserve.

"…How on earth did he escape?"

Meanwhile, the servant who had crept out was also frightened by the horn sound. He couldn't figure out why he had been discovered. However, even if he racked his brains, he probably couldn't figure out that in the laboratory in the courtyard, there was a succubus saint with a pair of sharp night eyes...

But the situation was urgent, and he didn't care about anything else. He rushed into the stable, grabbed the reins of a horse, jumped on the horse, and waved the whip around, "Go! Go!"

In an instant, the entire stable was in an uproar. The horses rushed out and collided with the guards who were rushing with torches. The horses neighed and knocked down several people. The guards couldn't help but scream and scattered. The follower rode his horse and rushed out of the crowd and ran out of the courtyard gate!

At this moment, Shalelei also grabbed a catapult magic crossbow and ran out quickly, but the scene was extremely chaotic for a while, with people shouting and horses neighing non-stop, and the follower had already ridden away.

"...Saint, Saint Lady, what happened?"

It was not until then that Isadore, Opheline and a group of succubus nuns came running out, all of them panting, their hair stuck to their smooth foreheads by the sweet sweat.

"One of the followers has escaped. You go back to take care of the children, maintain order, and don't let them run around!" Sharlele walked forward quickly, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she grabbed Isadore's arm.

"Isadore, carry me!"

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Mud splashed wherever the horse's hooves passed.

The attendant galloped along the country roads of Yuequan Town, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The chaos in the lord's mansion had long been forgotten. The chilly November wind pierced his body like a knife, but he didn't care at all.

Something had happened in Moon Springs. Derek was nowhere to be found—he was nowhere to be seen in the prison, perhaps dead. And the mountain folk showed no signs of rebellion; they had even become one with the townspeople.

Most crucially, how did that "mad daughter" Sharlalei become a saint? How did she manage to transform this desolate town into this state in just two months? What did she do to the mountain people? Would she interfere with Lady Kressa's plans?

She had imprisoned her own group and summoned the envoy Paul... What was she doing? Regardless, she had to quickly report the intelligence on Moon Spring Town to Lady Coresa.

In this way, he could get Lady Coresa's reward, and... medicine.

Thinking of the wonderful experience of connecting with the "Great Lord" in his dream, the follower couldn't help but smile vaguely. But the next moment, his dream was awakened by a series of shouts from far away.

“Ua ...

What's going on?

The follower was stunned for a moment and looked back.

At this time, the dark clouds had just dispersed, and the cold moonlight spread across the earth. Under the moonlight, he clearly saw a shadow that was more than one meter tall, neither human nor ghost, rushing out from the darkness, running like a galloping horse on the country road, shouting as he ran, and the shouting was crisp and childish, actually like the voice of a little girl!

“——What a monster!”

The follower was almost scared out of his wits, until the figure ran up to him at a speed no less than a galloping horse, and then he could see clearly -

Those are two people stacked on top of each other.

To be precise, it was a little nun with golden pigtails. Her face looked pale in the moonlight and was full of anger. She was running at full speed, leaving dusty footprints on the muddy ground.

On her back, she carried a young girl. Their heights were quite different. The girl's feet practically dragged on the ground, her entire chest pressed against the little nun's head. Her long, flaxen hair fluttered in the wind. Between her tender pink lips, she held a crossbow bolt. In her hand, she held a strange-looking crossbow without a bowstring. A sharp, cold light flashed in her clear purple eyes.

Seeing this scene, the servant was completely confused.

“W-What is this?!”

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 104: Man Riding Man

How is it possible, how is it possible… How is it possible——!

Seeing the scene before them, the followers could not help but be terrified.

How is this possible! This person is riding someone else... No, no! How could this little girl carry another person on her back and run at the speed of a galloping horse? Is she, is she not a human, but a devil...

"Gee! Gee! Run, you beast!" He kicked the horse's belly fiercely. The horse suddenly let out a cry and started running again.

But just now, in the chaos at the lord's mansion, the attendant hadn't caught the galloping horse he'd ridden to Yuequan Town, but a slow, slow steed. After a few strides, it began to slow down. But the "man-on-man" duo behind him gradually caught up.

On the other side, as if she was completely unaware of the current critical situation, Isadore was immersed in a trance.

Salare's soft body pressed against hers, and the two slender and round thighs under her skirt clamped Isadore's small waist, while the little succubus's hands tightly hooked around those jade legs.

At this moment, the succubus's keen senses seemed particularly damn useful - even through two layers of clothes, Isadore could feel the smoothness and softness of this moist skin, and the slender curves of that exquisite female body.

The beautiful curves of Sharlene's body kept rubbing against her waist and back, making the little succubus feel hot all over. It felt as if there were charcoal balls stuffed in her mouth and eyes, and her chest and abdomen felt like hot lava was boiling. She was about to melt into a sticky and thick syrup.

What was even more terrible was that the pair of plump and tempting peaches were just resting on her head. At this moment, the back of her head was pressed against the soft and beautiful body of the Saint Lady; the smell in her mouth and nose was all the sweet and fragrant body fragrance of Sister Sasha.

Ah, Lady Saint... Lady Saint...!

Gradually, the scene in front of Isadore's eyes blurred. It was as if all the nerves in her body were focused on her sense of smell and touch. She was immersed in the sweet and greasy body fragrance of Salora. She felt like a blind snake, swaying and dancing only to follow the wafting fragrance...

Unconsciously, Isadore's magic power seemed to be boiling. Her two slender legs crossed quickly, and she ran faster and faster...

The follower took a moment out of his busy schedule to look back, and was immediately scared out of his wits - the "human-riding" group of two girls stacked on top of each other had actually slowly caught up with him!

"Devil, devil... devil!"

He was so frightened that he screamed and swung a short stick at me!

The short stick taken from the unconscious guard was flying in the air. Salare's face changed. She saw that she could not dodge it in time and didn't know how to remind Isadore to turn and dodge. But at this moment, the follower's shouting suddenly woke the little nun from her trance. She saw something flying in the air and was shocked.

In the blink of an eye, Isadore shouted, her eyes suddenly closed, and then a golden light suddenly lit up!

"Goddess, help... help me!"

With a dull thud, the short stick seemed to hit a solid stone and bounced back violently. Isadore opened her eyes and saw a hazy golden light curtain appear in front of her, blocking her like a shield.

And Sharlele saw clearly that it was this light curtain that appeared in response to Isadore's summons, helping her to block the short stick. Without a doubt, this was the divine spell of the Goddess of Light, the Shield of Light.

The follower was so frightened when he suddenly saw the light curtain. Even if he was ignorant, he should have realized that this vision was the priest's magic. For a moment, the only thought he had was to squeeze the horse's belly tightly and escape for his life.

There's a pastor in Yuequan Town! This desolate, desolate place actually has a pastor!

On this side, Shalelei rested her chest on Isadore's head, raised the catapult magic crossbow, aimed at the follower who was running wildly in front, and shot an arrow.

With a whoosh, the crossbow arrow brushed past the follower's body and immediately scared him into breaking out in a cold sweat.

——Crossbow! Can this bow without a string also shoot arrows?

After missing the target with an arrow, Sharlele made a vicious "tsk" sound. After all, she was not a trained guard, and she was shooting at a moving target while running, so it was difficult for her to hit the target with one arrow.

In the midst of fear, the follower suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and laughed grimly.

"It's night now, and even the best archers can't see very far. I want to see how you string a crossbow while riding on a human! What's so scary about a crossbow that can only shoot one shot? If I turn my horse, you'll never be able to..."

But before he could even turn his horse, a second gust of wind suddenly rang out, and another crossbow arrow whizzed past his head. This time, it was like a cold wind blowing on his back, and the follower froze on his horse.

What…what's going on? How did that little girl…stay in that position and string the crossbow?

Immediately afterwards, the third and fourth sounds of wind breaking through the air rang out one after another, and the crossbow arrows almost formed a seamless piece, covering him inside!

In an instant, a sharp pain came from behind. The follower's eyes widened, and he screamed and fell off the horse, rolling into the field. The slow horse neighed in panic and ran away on its own.

Behind him, Sharlele was holding a magic crossbow without a bowstring, and the magic crystal on the crossbow was shining with blue light.

Winding it up? No need for that.

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After that, Salares jumped off the dazed Isadore, grabbed the follower who was rolling in the field, and simply treated the arrow wound on his body.

Soon, the guards arrived with torches, quickly tied the man up, and brought him back to the lord's mansion. With that, the incident was finally over.

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, Salares simply ordered that Paul and the remaining follower be handcuffed.

In the prison, when the arrow wound on the servant's back was healed and he woke up slowly, what he saw was the smiling face of Charlene outside the prison door.

He suddenly screamed loudly, using his hands and feet to retreat continuously, "Devil... Devil! Devil! You, you are a devil!"

"Shut up! Don't be rude to the Saint!" The guard beside Shalelei roared and hit the railing with a short stick.

"A devil? Haha, it doesn't matter..." Salares stood up slowly, narrowed her eyes slightly, raised the corners of her lips, and her purple eyes flashed with cold anger.

Despite being extremely cautious, he still nearly fell prey to the cultist from Greystone Town. If it weren't for Isadore and the catapult crossbow, he would have already fled Moon Springs by now.

By then, what would be waiting for him would probably be the army of Greystone Town.

"I'll show you the real devil. Guards, torture him. Just keep him alive. I can heal him."

After saying this, she gracefully left. The guard walked up to the attendant, sneering and playing with the short stick in his hand.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 105: Concealing the Truth

After throwing the follower into a cell and leaving him to be tortured by the guards, Salares immediately pulled Paul out of another cell.

Paul, who was awakened by the chaos in the middle of the night, was already in a daze. Without waiting for Salelle to ask more questions, he blurted out all the information he knew.

It turned out that the servant had been there long before Herbalist Kressa visited Greystone Town, a servant trained by the Volo family since childhood. After receiving this news, Sharlelei had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

If her judgment was correct, this follower was not someone brought by the cultist Coresa, but a secret agent she bribed after she came to the Volo family. In essence, he was still an ordinary person, not an agent specially trained by the cult organization.

After returning to the lord's mansion, Sharlele also received a report that the guards guarding the prison were drugged and unconscious. Fortunately, the two were not seriously injured and have now woken up.

"Considering Paul's previous intelligence..." After ordering the guards to take Paul away, Sallelei sat in the study, her slender fingertips gently tapping the table. Ophelin and Isadore each pulled a chair and sat in front of her, waiting nervously for her to continue.

"On the surface, everything is normal for the Volo family. At least on the surface, the Baron is still the lord of Greystone Town, but deep down, they've been completely corrupted by that cultist. A few months ago, that cultist gave Sister Granny the letter and medicine, attempting to incite the mountain people to revolt..."

"Why did she attack Moon Springs even though she already controlled Derek? We still don't know the answer to this question. But I speculate that this may be an 'experiment', and Derek is just a discarded pawn. The cultist's real goal is to test the Antler Goddess in some way."

"Regarding that 'medicine', Paul mentioned that taking it would cause strange dreams, and Sally's mumbling also included words like 'Dream Master'. Let's assume for now that this Dream Master is the evil god that the cult believes in. And this 'medicine' is also related to dreams..."

Sharlelei raised her fair wrist, tapped the air with her finger, and then slowly drew a line.

"Granny said the drug's effect is to 'bring the user closer to the gods.' Let's assume that Nannide, Sally, and the others took similar drugs. Nannide turned into a werewolf after taking it. Does this mean that 'getting closer to the Antlered Goddess will turn you into a werewolf'?"

"From what I know, Nanned is undoubtedly a devout believer in the Antlered Goddess, while Derek is a light believer in the Goddess of Light. Sally and Durenna both believe in the God of War, but they are also only light believers..."

The slender white fingertips stopped in the air.

"Can we assume that devout believers will be closer to their gods after taking the drug, while less devout believers will be closer to the 'master of dreams'? But... what does 'closer to the gods' have to do with 'dreams'?"

"Also, merchants from Field County haven't come to Greystone Town for several months, which is also worrying." Sharlene stopped tapping the table, and Ophelin's face became paler and paler.

"Don't, don't worry, Sister Ophelin!" Isadore waved her hands quickly. "Field County is much bigger than Graystone Town and Moon Spring Town. It'll be fine!"

"You...you're right, Isadore..." Ophelin's lips trembled slightly, but she still forced a smile. "Field has an archbishop in charge, many priests, battle sisters, and a knightly order guarding it. It will be fine..."

...Battle Sisters? Sharlelei narrowed her eyes. Field County has such a force? This is interesting...

"Yes! That's right!" Isadore smiled widely, clenched her fists and punched the air twice, making a hissing sound. "Also, Sasha... Lady Saint, don't worry too much! We just need to take down Greystone Town and capture that cultist, right?"