Succubus cannot be a saint

In desperation, she could only say some ambiguous words to appease the other party.

What concerned her even more was that even in her dreams, she could see the number above Ophelin's head. But after Ophelin knelt on the ground and secretly looked up at her breasts, the "desire number" above her head actually began to increase little by little.

After he spoke, Ophelin seemed frightened, and her "Desire Number" dropped rapidly. However, after he said some auspicious words to reassure her, the pink number actually rose again, and rose to 87...

Judging from Isadore's situation, the "Desire Number" is not simply a quantification of lust, and Ophelin proved that changes in desire can also cause changes in the Desire Number...

In other words, arousing other people's desires can increase the number of desires!

But Salleh had no idea what was going on in Opheline's mind when her desire number changed. After reviewing the behavior of this lustful nun in her dream, Salleh thought of two possibilities.

First, his dreaming had the inherent effect of arousing desire. Considering that he was the "ruler of succubi," this made sense.

Secondly, Ophelin is a pervert who fantasizes about the goddess' breasts... So what the hell is the Yuequan Town Church a feng shui treasure land that produces many nymphomaniacs!?

Besides this, there was another thing that concerned Shalelei: she heard another male voice in her dream. After observing the entire dream and Ophelin's reaction, Shalelei understood everything.

That male voice was the one who had originally sent Ophelin to Moon Spring Town, and judging by her reaction, it was clearly unfair. Unexpectedly, this head nun had such a shameful past.

"With the help of dream entry, I can not only talk to others in my dreams, but I can even see their dreams. This is really a pleasant surprise..."

"However, the abnormality between Isadore and me can't be hidden for too long, and our current charm is hardly strong... I think that in a day or two, Ophelin will notice something is wrong. Plus, I've figured out the Head Sister's weakness, so it's time to speed up our plans and take the initiative..."

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Time passed quickly, and the next morning, Ophelin felt refreshed. After morning prayers, she began to think about the wall and the monsters. Perhaps the goddess's oracle the previous night had given her courage, and she headed straight for the lord's mansion, ready to persuade Derek to dispatch guards and craftsmen to repair the wall.

But to her surprise, Derek had already sent guards. The usually aloof butler's sudden show of mercy undoubtedly delighted Ophelin, further confirming the validity of her dream last night.

At dusk that day, after evening prayers, Ophelin dragged a box out from under the bed in her room and took out a small glass bottle from the box. The water in the bottle was clear and transparent, and it flickered with a faint fluorescence.

This was a bottle of genuine holy water, used to ward off evil spirits and perform sacraments. She had brought this holy water from Field Seminary three years ago, but she had never had the heart to use it.

There was no evil to exorcise now, so Ophelin decided to use the bottle of precious holy water in a private prayer, offering prayers and confession to the goddess, thanking her for her guidance.

After receiving the goddess's revelation, Ophelin became much bolder. She planned to find the crazy daughter immediately after the sacrament ceremony and ask her face to face what her plans were for such unusual behavior.

What are nobles? I have received the revelation from the goddess!

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room. Ophelin immediately put the holy water into her pocket and opened the door. Isadore stood outside the door, still with her head lowered, as if she was afraid to let her see her face.

"What's wrong, Isadore?" Ophelin let Isadore in and then closed the door. The little nun hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Sister Sister, I, I have something to say in private..."

As she spoke, she waved to Ophelin, looking anxious. Ophelin couldn't help but smile slightly, squatting down and putting her ear close. Soon, the girl's soft voice mixed with her moist breath filled her ears.

"As for me, I like Sister Ophelin very much, so I want to give her a gift—"

The moment she heard these words, Ophelin's whole body trembled, and a strange feeling flowed through her body. The confused and hazy feeling surged up again, making it difficult for her to think.

She would never have thought that while she was whispering, the little nun whom she trusted the most had already inflicted the "blasphemous gift" of succubus on her.

All of this was, of course, Sharlele's instruction. She was after the Charm Resistance reduction effect of the Gift of Blasphemy. As for the boosts the Gift of Blasphemy gave Ophelin, they were insignificant attributes like Constitution.

After being branded with the gift of blasphemy, Isadore's charm penetrated more unscrupulously. The little nun raised her face, and her beautiful little face and those bright red eyes finally appeared in front of Ophelin.

However, Ophelin, whose brain was groggy, did not think there was anything wrong with all this, and could only continue thinking according to the little nun's clear voice like a silver bell.

"Give me...a gift...?"

"Yes! It's a very, very good gift given to us by the goddess! It will make you incredibly beautiful and extremely happy. Sister Ophelin will definitely like it!"

So that's what I'm looking forward to... What kind of gift would it be? How happy would it make me? Ahhh, could it be that the goddess in her dream said, "Whatever I desire, I will receive," refers to this gift? Yes, it must be this. Isadore wouldn't lie, she wouldn't lie to me...

Under the influence of the Gift of Blasphemy, Opheline was even more unable to resist Isadore's charm. She nodded in a daze, took Isadore's hand, and let her lead her towards the room deep in the church.

Soon, Ophelin was led by Isadore to a small room at the deepest part of the church—which was naturally Sallelei's bedroom. After pushing the door open, she saw Sallelei sitting on the bed with the worn blanket draped over her head.

"This is..." Ophelin's eyes were filled with confusion, and behind her, Isadore clicked and locked the door. But Ophelin, immersed in a daze, didn't realize this at all.

"Welcome, Sister Opheline." Sharlene said with a smile.

"You... why is it you? Isadore said she would give me a gift, a gift from the goddess..." There was a hint of clarity in Ophelin's eyes, and Isadore's charming power was gradually fading.

This was something that Sallele had anticipated. After all, Isadore was a newborn succubus whose magical powers were not yet very strong. Therefore, Sallele wanted to take advantage of the lingering effects of the enchantment to break down Ophelin's inner defenses and completely capture her.

"Yes, you will see this gift soon..." Sharlene smiled faintly and stood up. The blanket on her head fell away, revealing the pointed corners of the dark golden crown, which made the girl's face even more charming.

"You... this is... you're a monster!" Ophelin's eyes widened. Even if she couldn't recognize what kind of monster the dark golden horns were, she could definitely tell they were inhuman.

So Ophelin took out the holy water without thinking and uncorked it.

When she saw the bottle of holy water, Sharlene's expression changed.

Of course she recognized that this was the holy water blessed by the Priest of Light, but in a remote place like Yuequan Town, there was no priest who could cast divine spells. Who would have thought that Ophelin had such a bottle of holy water that had been preserved for three whole years?

Not only did Sallelei not expect this, even Isadore didn't know about it!

"Go away, you evildoers!" Ophelin shouted sternly, and with a raised hand, holy water with a faint glow was sprinkled towards Sharlene!

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 14: Is there reality in this world?

The faintly glowing water droplets splashed towards Sharlene. She opened her eyes wide. It was impossible to avoid the water droplets splashing in this close distance!

In the blink of an eye, a figure suddenly appeared from behind Opheline and stood in front of Sallelei!

"Lady Saint!" Isadore screamed and opened her arms, and all the glittering holy water was poured on her body.

"Isadore!" Salaret screamed, watching the holy water soak Isadore's head and face. The wet nun's headscarf fell down, revealing the outline of the small horns on her head.

After being touched by the holy water, Isadore's skin immediately began to emit green smoke, and flesh and blood fell off as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, igniting green flames...

And none of this happened.

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

Isadore, her face covered in holy water, stood there blankly, blinking her bright red eyes. A cool night breeze blew by, and she sneezed.

"...Ah?" Both Sallelei and Ophelin were dumbfounded, but Sallelei was the first to come to her senses. She shouted, "Isadore, catch her!"

Originally, she didn't want to resort to force, but since Ophelin took action first, she could only subdue the other party first and then consider other matters.

As for why the holy water has no effect on Isadore, who is a succubus... perhaps it is because even after becoming a succubus, she still has a devout faith in the goddess.

"Oh...Okay!" Isadore reacted quickly and grabbed Ophelin's arm. Ophelin finally came to her senses and tried to break free, but she couldn't get away at all - Isadore's strength was unusually great, and she completely suppressed her!

This was naturally the effect of Sharlelei's "Gift of Blasphemy." As early as yesterday, she had personally imprinted the Gift of Blasphemy on Isadore, and the attribute it enhanced was strength.

While struggling, Ofelyn also knocked off the headscarf on Isadore's head, revealing the little goat horns in the girl's golden hair and her bright and devilish crimson eyes.

"Isadore... Isadore, how come... you, you have also turned into a monster? How could it be..." Ophelin opened her eyes wide in horror, looking at the beautiful little succubus in front of her.

But somehow, gazing at Isadore's beauty, which seemed to have been reborn, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and a faint trace of envy spread in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Sister Ophelin..." Isadore said apologetically, "I didn't want this to happen. I just wanted you to become a succubus smoothly..."

"You said succubus... Are you crazy, Isadore! That's a monster, an evil monster!" Ophelin was shocked and angry, and shouted.

"Sister Ophelin, you're wrong. Succubi aren't some evil creature. Becoming one is a very happy thing!" Isadore said seriously. Upon hearing this, Ophelin opened her eyes wide in shock, feeling as if the sky was falling.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Isadore...Goddess of Light, please come back to your senses soon!" Ophelin said in a trembling voice, tears in her eyes.

Salaret looked at Opheline's painful and desperate expression, and somehow, the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily, as if... yes, as if this was exactly the scene she wanted to see.

"...You! You devil!" Ophelin turned her head, stared at Salaret, and hissed, "You have bewitched Isadore's mind and turned her into this abominable form! In the name of the goddess, I command you... Change her back to her original form!"

Facing Opheline's curses and scolding, Sharlelei was not annoyed. Instead, she smiled and slowly approached the head nun. "Okay, but you have to ask her if she is willing to change back."

Upon hearing this, Ophelin turned around and looked at Isadore almost as fast as lightning.

"I, I don't want to change back... Sister Sister, I've never felt as good as I do now..." Isadore smiled innocently, "So, I also want you to experience this feeling of happiness! You can become a succubus too, Sister Ophelin! You will definitely become a very beautiful and wonderful succubus!"

It was clearly said with a smile, a blessing from the heart, but these words were like a bolt from the blue to Ophelin's heart - it meant that Isadore, whom she regarded as her own daughter, had completely degenerated into a "monster".

"No, no... Goddess, Goddess..." Tears finally flowed from Ophelin's eyes. "Why, why is it like this... Please save me, save Ishado and me from the abyss of evil..."

"You keep saying that succubi are evil monsters," Sharlele said with a smile. "But Sister Ophelin, have you ever thought about why holy water has no effect on Isadore?"

Ophelin was speechless, and Isadore said seriously, "Listen to me, Sister Ophelin, the succubus is not an evil monster! It was the will of the goddess that turned me into a succubus! Even now, the goddess is still answering my prayers!"

"Impossible... Impossible!" Ophelin screamed immediately after hearing this: "Goddess... How could the goddess answer... the monster's prayer..."

"It's true, Sister Ophelin!" Isadore pouted. Ophelin looked at her with wide eyes, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out no matter what.

——She was so familiar with Isadore that she could tell if she was lying just by listening to her speak. And now, Isadore's expression and tone were telling her that these were all true.

Finally, the light in the head nun's eyes completely dimmed. She drooped her head dejectedly, her long hair falling down. "Impossible, impossible... How could the holy water be ineffective? How could the goddess answer the monster's prayer..."

Seeing her desperate expression, the smile on Shailelei's face became even more joyful. She knew that it was time for her to take action.

"Sister Ophelin." She squatted down in front of Ophelin, whose hair was disheveled, and smiled. "Do you think that in this world... does 'reality' exist?"

Opheline looked up blankly, looking at her with empty eyes.

"—Why were you sent to such a remote place?"

The moment she heard these words, Ophelin's pupils shrank.

Sharlelei smiled and continued, emphasizing each word: "Why, when you clearly had better grades and a stronger faith, did you lose the opportunity to study in the big city and were forced to come to this remote town, even having to write a letter to deceive your parents?"

"No... no, don't say that... don't say that!" Opheline trembled all over, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She begged in a hoarse voice, but Salares remained unmoved and continued to whisper softly in her ear.

"I know everything, Sister Ophelin. You longed to become an archdeacon, even a bishop... You longed to hear the clink of gold coins, you longed for power and wealth... Yes, you should have had it all, a bright future. But the injustice of this world took it away from you, and you were too ashamed to even go back and face your parents..."

Sharlene's voice penetrated into Opheline's ears bit by bit. Every word she said struck her heart, digging out the deepest desire and anger in her heart.

She didn't even have time to think about why this monster knew all this. Her emotions were boiling and churning, dancing with Sharlene's words, making it impossible for her to think...

"But the most hateful and tragic thing is that your future was taken away by the high-sounding excuse called 'the will of the goddess'..."

The moment she heard this, Opheline raised her head sharply and stared at Sallelei. Her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, all she could say was the whimpering sound of a dying beast.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 15: Rebirth

Salares knew that Opheline's psychological defenses were already in jeopardy at this time, so her charm could work smoothly.

"Is this really... the will of the Goddess?" Charlene stared into Ophelin's tear-filled eyes. "Your Excellency, you should know this best. What those bishops said, those people who arbitrarily decided your life, can they truly represent the will of the Goddess?"

"The goddess... the goddess taught us poverty, moderation and chastity..." Opheline trembled all over, not daring to look directly into Salare's eyes. "I... was just following her teachings..."

"So, deceiving one's own heart is also the teaching of the goddess?" Sharlele smiled slightly. She knew that Opheline was still resisting stubbornly, and what she had to do was to defeat the nun's last will to resist.

The moment she heard these words, Ophelin's body shook violently.

"Poverty, moderation, and chastity? Yes, you followed the goddess's teachings, but others have taken what is yours. Are you willing to accept this? You are more pious, more intelligent, and more compassionate... Compared to those fools who just sit there and do nothing, wouldn't you be able to save more people by sitting in the position of bishop?"

Sharlele slowly moved closer to Opheline, blew gently into her ear, and felt her helpless trembling.

"Come, Sister... I can help you get back everything you deserve, and more. I'll make you understand that more important than poverty, temperance, and chastity are 'justice,' 'hope,' and 'salvation,' right?"

Finally, Ophelin could no longer bear it and started sobbing. Seeing this, Salleh signaled Isadore to let her go. The nun knelt on the ground and burst into tears like a child.

Gradually, Opheline stopped crying, raised her head and stared at Salleh. There was no hostility in her eyes now, only deep helplessness, confusion and longing.

"You... who are you? What are you going to do?"

"Miss Sallelei is the Saint! She is the savior sent by the Goddess to save us!" Before Sallelei could speak, Isadore spoke first.

"The saint... is a succubus? How... how is it possible..." Ophelin murmured, but her tone was not as sharp as before.

Charlene smiled faintly. A succubus? Why couldn't a succubus be a saint? If a succubus looked like a saint, spoke like a saint, had the aura of a saint, and acted like a saint, then she was a saint.

"What I have to do is to save this town." Sharlele said softly, she lowered her eyes, and at this moment her expression was dignified and holy, as sacred and solemn as the statue of the goddess.

"Yes! We even persuaded Derek to build the wall!" Isadore added with a twinkle in her eyes. But this sentence exploded in Ophelin's ears like a thunderbolt.

"You were the ones who asked Derek to build the wall...?" Opheline looked at Salares in disbelief. She couldn't imagine that cold-blooded Derek would actively help the mountain people. If a succubus was behind it, it would make sense.

But...can monsters also do good things? But this is the irrefutable fact before her.

Sharlelei smiled, reached out her hand, lifted the woman's chin, and said softly, "What's so unbelievable? Think about your dream, Sister... What were you thinking about in your dream..."

What were I thinking about in my dream? Yes, I was thinking about the goddess... about that beautiful female body...

Under the power of the charm, Ophelin's heartbeat gradually accelerated, her thoughts became chaotic again, and the number of desires above her head slowly increased. 83, 84, 85... and finally became 90.

"Not only can you gain beauty and power, but you can also return to Field and take back what rightfully belongs to you," Sharlene whispered in the nun's ear. "Because this is the will of the Goddess and the promise I made to you, 'Whatever you wish for, you shall receive'...isn't it?"