Succubus cannot be a saint

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Salleh's face froze, and the desire to tease Opheline disappeared without a trace like hot water melting snow, and even the charming and ambiguous atmosphere in the room was swept away.

"You're talking about this at a time like this? You...you're not joking, are you, Sister Ophelin?"

"I'm not kidding." Seeing her counterattack was effective, Ophelin immediately pressed on. She seriously pushed her nonexistent glasses, "You've been manufacturing bed crossbows, modifying catapult magic crossbows, and paying salaries and pensions to the guards and craftsmen... After these past two months, Derek's savings are almost gone..."

"Quack! I won't listen! I won't listen!"

Charlene covered her ears and twisted around in her chair, her breasts, supported by the bra straps, undulating in waves. She twisted for quite a while before stopping with a look of worry on her face. Ophelin took advantage of the situation and said, "If you keep going like this, I'm afraid your general education plan won't be able to go through..."

Is general education impossible? How can that be? My succubus... no, my civil service training program...

At this moment, Charlene no longer had the mood to continue teasing Opheline. She sighed and returned to the table.

“How long can our finances last?”

Ophelin thought for a moment and shook her head. "By next month, we won't be able to pay our salaries and pensions."

"Ah..." Sharlene rested her elbows on the table to support her head, her fingers grasping the dark golden horns growing from the side of her head. She remained silent for a long time. Seeing this, Ophelin whispered, "Saint Lady, are we still going to hold the anniversary...?"

"Well... we still have to do this. After all, it's a great opportunity to increase cohesion and eliminate the rift between the people of the kingdom and the mountain folk..." Sharlele sighed slightly. Ophelin reminded her at the right time: "If this is the case, Saint, we may not even last until next month..."

"I know, I know," Sharlene said, holding her cheek with a sad face and pouting, "It would be great if gold coins fell from the sky..."

But what Sharlele didn't expect was that after she said this, gold coins really fell from the sky in the evening of the next day.

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 117: Your infamy is known to everyone...

"The citizens of Moon Spring Town!"

Under the sunlight, the girl stood on a makeshift wooden platform, her hands clasped devoutly before her chest, and looked out at the crowd gathered before her. Their simple faces were filled with enthusiasm, reverence, and joy, their heads held high, their eyes sparkling with bright light.

"As the Lord of Moon Spring, Sharlelei Dravet, I declare—"

The girl's clear, passionate voice echoed in the air. A gentle smile graced her pretty face, and she raised her slender, fair hand high in the air. The people's faces also lifted higher and higher, their gazes involuntarily following the girl's fingertips.

"—The monster plague that has plagued this town for decades has finally come to an end! From today on, there will be no more monsters!"

After the resounding shouts, the crowd fell silent for a moment, followed by a thunderous roar of cheers and laughter. People shouted, hugged each other, wiped tears from their faces, danced with joy, and even embraced their companions. Some even knelt down with tears streaming down their faces, muttering the holy name of the Goddess of Light.

When the commotion gradually subsided, Sharlene smiled and opened her arms.

"Therefore, I have decided to designate today, the fifth day of the Frost Moon, five days after the War of Monsters ends, as Victory Day in Moon Spring Town to celebrate our successful defeat of the monsters!"

Another wave of cheers erupted. Soon, Sharlelei looked at the dark faces of the mountain dwellers in the crowd, a smile spreading across her pretty face as she spoke again.

"But this victory is not the work of one or just a few of us. It belongs to all of us—guards, farmers, and artisans, citizens of the kingdom—and mountain dwellers alike."

The moment these words were spoken, everyone fell silent. The Kingdom's townspeople had expressions of confusion and suspicion on their faces, while the mountain folk smiled with excitement and delight.

"Townspeople, today isn't just about commemorating victory, it's also about commemorating the friendship between the people of the Kingdom and the mountain folk! Without the help of the mountain folk, we wouldn't be able to penetrate the Black Forest and completely eradicate the source of the monsters!"

As she spoke, an invisible wave rippled from the girl's body, spreading outward. A hazy smile gradually appeared on the people's confused faces. At first, one person in the kingdom raised his arms blankly and cheered. Then more and more people in the kingdom shouted, and finally, everyone in the kingdom joined in the cheering.

"Under the witness of the two goddesses, the mountain folk and the kingdom people will forever be sisters and brothers, with no more grudges between them. Let us rejoice! Cheer for the return of the great spirit of the woodlands, the mistress of the forest—the Antlered Goddess!"

The girl standing on the platform raised her arms high, as if she wanted to embrace the sun in the sky, and shouted loudly.

Before she had even finished her words, waves of thunderous cheers erupted. Under the pervasive allure, tears welled up in everyone's eyes, and everyone leaped for joy. On the outskirts of the crowd, several mountain girls and Kingdom girls even hugged each other and wept bitterly.

At this moment, Granny, standing behind the platform, watching all this unfold, was also in tears. She gazed at the slender figure bathed in the sunlight, her throat tightly clogged with warmth, and inexpressible joy surged through her chest. Finally, unable to hold back, she lowered her head, her slender, light brown hands covering her face, weeping silently.

Finally, with the "Saint Lady's" speech as a prelude, the celebration began. Citizens danced in the streets and squares, and drank beer in the taverns. Brown-skinned mountain dwellers knelt in prayer at the church of the Goddess of Light, while light-haired kingdom dwellers came to the mountain dwellers' bonfires and smeared blue paint on their faces...

The celebration continued into the evening. In the early afternoon, Salares bid farewell to the people immersed in joy and returned to her lord's mansion. Before dinner, a guard knocked on her door and brought in a long arrow with a letter tied to it.

"Lady Saint, a cavalryman just arrived at the town gate, shot this, and then left."

Sharlelei's heart tightened. She took the long arrow without an arrowhead, untied the letter on it, and unfolded it in front of her.

As she expected, this was a declaration of war.

The letter was written in an elegant, aristocratic cursive handwriting, but the wording was rather impolite, lacking any aristocratic pleasantries. Instead, the words were filled with a chilling murderous aura.

"A warning to the mad daughter of Moon Springs, Sharlelei Delavie: You falsely claim to be a saint, falsely claiming the goddess' blessing, misleading the people, and framing your brother Derek. This is the work of a cult, and you have violated the laws of the kingdom. Your crime is unforgivable. In three days, I will lead my army to recapture Moon Springs, restore order, and eradicate the evil. I urge you to surrender immediately to avoid further suffering."

The signature is undoubtedly Baron Volo.

After reading it, Sharlele dropped the letter, tapping the table with her slender fingertips. Her delicate eyebrows knitted slightly, and a gloomy expression settled over her pretty face. Seeing her like this, the guard's heart suddenly sank in his chest, and he stood there nervously.

"Call Isadore, Ophelin, Durenna, and Miss Granny."

After a while, Sharlele whispered an order and the guards left. Soon, four succubi came to her study, and Isadore locked the door obediently.

For a moment, the five succubi were the only ones in the room. Sharlelei fingertips the letter of challenge and pushes it forward. "Take a look, everyone."

Ophelin and Durenna exchanged a glance, then stepped forward to pick up the letter of challenge and read it carefully. Soon, their faces gradually turned pale, and their brows furrowed. Durenna took the letter of challenge with some surprise, read it, and then handed it to Isadore and Granny.

Salares sat calmly in her chair, watching the four succubi's reactions with great interest. Ophelin looked up, bewildered, her eyes fixed on her with a worried look. Granny's hand, clutching the letter of challenge, trembled slightly. Though not as noticeable as Ophelin's, her inner turmoil was palpable.

Compared to these two people, Durenna looked much calmer, her blue eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, looking eager to try.

Finally, it was Isadore, the never-involved succubus. The little succubus's big eyes flickered, and she ran over and began to tug at Sallelei's arm like a big cat. "Saint Lady, Saint Lady, are those bad guys from Graystone Town coming to attack us?"

"Yes," Sallelei couldn't help but smile and touched her hair, "They are going to send troops here."

"Then we have to fight back!" Isadore waved her little fist, looking fearless. However, if the previous Isadore was innocent and ignorant, then the current Isadore was completely indifferent to Baron Volo's threat, simply because -

She had experienced many battles against magical beasts, smashed the head of a giant spider with her own hands, faced the surging herd of beasts, operated a crossbow to confront the huge magical spider face to face, and saw countless bloody wounds.

Even if Baron Volo's army consisted entirely of sturdy, elite knights, they were still just ordinary humans. It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that, but Isadore did—

——I have been through many battles and have seen a lot, so I am not afraid at all.

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 118: Gold Coins Fall from the Sky

Sharlene smiled, ruffled the little succubus's hair, and turned her head away, but to the succubus's surprise, she cast her gaze on Granny.

"Sister Granny, how are the preparations going at the Deer Horned Lady's Holy Land?"

The sweet and clear voice of a young girl echoed in the room. Granny opened her mouth blankly and looked around. It was not until she saw Sallelei staring at her with both anger and amusement that she woke up from her dream and felt a little strange in her heart.

She vaguely remembered that this sweet-smiling girl used to call her "Ms. Granny" and "Your Excellency the High Priest", but now it became "Sister Granny". The intimacy made her look a lot younger, and her heart was sweet and she enjoyed it indescribably.

"Yes... uh, well... the guards have sealed the cave entrance and cleared a simple path. The reconstruction of the holy land is also still under preparation..."

"But Saint, until now, we still don't know what that black flesh membrane is..."

She spoke hesitantly, contrary to her usual calm demeanor, with a funny and honest look like a female wolf turning into a husky in the blink of an eye, which made Sharlelei smile.

But the issue Granny raised is indeed very important.

What exactly was that black flesh membrane? Granny had searched through the mountain folk's books but couldn't find the answer. There was no mention of it in the books collected by the church or the lord's mansion.

However, the situation at the time didn't allow Shalelei to keep a sample to conduct experiments slowly. The premise of the experiment was to be able to control the test subject. Given the current situation in Yuequan Town, Shalelei didn't have the confidence to do so. It would be better to burn everything down to prevent future troubles.

As for exploring the depths of the Black Forest to find clues to the black membrane, Sharlelei had considered it. However, Moon Spring Town had just experienced a major war and was in need of reconstruction. Moreover, there was the threat of Graystone Town. She simply couldn't spare the time to do this and could only take it slowly.

"It's okay, Sister Granny. The safety of Yuequan Town is the most important thing right now. We can slowly look for clues to that matter later." Shalelei shook her head and her eyes fell on Durenna.

"Then, we should discuss the Volo family's declaration of war."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ophelin suddenly became nervous, while Durenna showed a ferocious smile and pressed the hilt of the sword at her waist eagerly.

"If my guess is correct, the cultist in Greystone Town has finally come to his senses. Plus, the rumors about the Saint should have spread to Greystone Town by now..."

She had previously instructed Ophelin to suppress the news of the "Saint of Moon Spring Town" as much as possible and not let Graystone Town know too soon. But there is no such thing as an impenetrable wall. She also knew that Graystone Town would get the information sooner or later.

What she had to do was to postpone this matter as long as possible so that she could be fully prepared for the battle. After all, Baron Volo's army in Greystone Town had long been her imaginary enemy.

"Yesterday, Sister Ophelin told me—" The girl leaned back in her chair, lifted her wide skirt, and unceremoniously placed her long, beautiful legs on the table. "Our finances are already in crisis. We'll be completely broke next month."

Upon hearing this, Ophelin's face suddenly turned pale, while Durenna's pretty face showed a thoughtful expression, and her beautiful blue eyes looked at the letter of challenge in Granny's hand.

"I understand, Lady Saint, you want to--" she shouted in surprise, but before she could finish her words, Sharlelei shook her finger.

Looking at the swaying jade-like slender fingers, Durenna immediately stopped talking reflexively, quietly waiting for her Saint Lady to speak.

"Since Greystone Town has been taken over by the cult, then as a Saint, I naturally have no reason to sit idly by." Sharlelei smiled slightly. "What's more, the cultist even slandered me as a cultist in their declaration of war. Now there's no reason to stop."

Then, the white and tender finger that attracted the eager gaze of all the succubi moved downward with a light "click" sound and touched the table.

"Are they going to declare war on us? We've even stopped the monsters, so why should we be afraid of them? Moon Spring Town's 'Saint Maiden Guards' will take this opportunity to completely defeat the cultists entrenched in Greystone Town and legitimately take over the town."

"By then, won't all the money the Volo family has plundered from the people be used as our construction funds?"

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After finalizing some general strategies, the succubi left the room one after another. Isadore clung to the doorframe, unwilling to leave, but Durenna forcibly escorted her out of the room, saying, "Don't disturb the Saint's rest."

"But I sleep here!" Isadore protested vigorously, but the female knight replied, "You sleep in the Saint's bedroom, not in the study!", and took her out by the collar.

Now, the only ones left in the room were Salares and Opheline, who stammered, "I have something to report."

"What's wrong?" Charlotte's long, white, round legs were still resting on the table. There was no one else around at the moment, so she waved her hand and asked the succubus nun to come to her side.

Somehow, Ophelin, blushing, strode to the Saint's side. She deliberately slowed down her pace so that her eyes could greedily linger on her snow-white legs and delicate lotus feet.

It was not until she got close to Sallelei that she reluctantly withdrew her gaze. Suddenly, a thought popped up in her mind: this simple and loose nun's uniform could not highlight the beautiful body of the Saint.

"Lord Saint..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Sharlene still had her legs crossed, fiddling with her nails as if nothing had happened, letting out a coquettish, cat-like hum, her holy and dignified demeanor during the day completely gone.

At this moment, the "Saint Lady" seemed like a different person. She stretched out her enchanting body curves unscrupulously, and her expression was like a cat licking its fur and licking its paws, charming, calm and lazy.

If she hadn't seen her countless times, Ophelin would never have been able to imagine that the saint bathed in divine light and the charming, graceful and seductive witch were actually the same person.

It's the same face, but she can switch between holy kindness and seductive wantonness without any disobedience. What kind of beauty is this...

"Lady Saint..." Ophelin pursed her lips, suppressing her pounding heart. A hint of tenderness could not help but enter her voice. "...Yesterday, a girl who lives in the church told me that she saw two nuns...doing something strange..."

"Doing something weird?" Sharlelei immediately thought of the two succubus nuns who were supporting the family. She stared at Ophelin in surprise, "Did that little girl see them doing that?"

"No, not...that..." Ophelin stammered, "She said...she just...saw those two nuns hugging each other and making strange noises..."

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 119: Harm to Children... (Update)

Salares glared at Ophelin until the head succubus blushed. Finally, unable to contain her shame, Ophelin gritted her teeth and clutched the hem of her skirt. "I'll go teach them a lesson right now! This...this is truly shameless!"

Having said that, she turned around and left, but was called back by Sharlelei, who looked at her with a helpless smile.

"Don't go, come back!"

"Lady Saint..." Ophelin slipped back with a pout, her fingers twisted together.

Salare looked at her with a half-smile, but finally said something that surprised her greatly, "It's okay, let them be."

"Let them go?!" Ophelin was shocked, her eyes wide open. Let...let those succubi poison the children? What was the Saint thinking?

"Are you wondering—the Saint Lady actually allowed the succubus to poison the children?" Sharlelei rolled her eyes at her with a mixture of anger and amusement. "Touch the back of your butt, then touch your head, and think carefully about who you are."

Ophelin touched her plump buttocks in a daze, and unsurprisingly, she felt a slender succubus tail through her skirt. Then she suddenly remembered that she was already a succubus. What was she saying about "allowing a succubus to poison a child"...

Seeing the look of sudden enlightenment on the face of the succubus nun, Sharlele couldn't help but feel a little amused.

"Whether it's a succubus or a lesbian, we have to start teaching them from childhood," she cleared her throat and beckoned the blushing Ophelin to come to her side. "In short, there's no need to ban this, but we have to let them 'teach' the children little by little..."

"Yes..." Ophelin nodded hesitantly. Although she had become a succubus, she was still a little confused by Salle's plan to "raise lesbians from infancy." "You want those girls... to accept... uh, intercourse between women..."

"Is there a problem?" Salares glanced at her gently. "If we let them get involved in this kind of thing from a young age, they'll naturally have no resistance when they grow up. They'll be able to join the church and become one of us naturally..."

As she spoke, she beckoned Ophelin to bend down. The head succubus did as she was told, somewhat dazed. Sharlene raised her slender, white neck and suddenly reached out to hook her collar.

Ophelin was startled, but the girl's slender fingers easily pulled open her collar, revealing the rope around her neck. With her "little secret" exposed, the head nun's heart began to pound.