Succubus cannot be a saint

On this day, with the help of the dressing maid, she changed into a long dress suitable for an aristocratic woman.

Her snow-white shoulders were exposed, and the low-cut top just revealed a hint of white cleavage, making her plump breasts look even taller. The waist-cinching design of the clothes outlined a delicate waistline, and the dark red long skirt embellished with beautiful patterns dragged all the way to the ground. Only when she walked did her slender feet in silver high heels occasionally appear.

After changing into new clothes, Sharlene came to the study in a good mood and started working. After browsing the account books that the nuns had brought in advance, Durenna soon came to her.

The succubus knight lady was still dressed in men's clothes. After pushing the door open, she saw Sharlelei in a crimson dress and was stunned for a moment.

Different from her usual nun uniform and the dignified and holy pure white dress she had worn before, at this moment she changed into a dark red court dress, put on some light makeup, and sat smiling behind the desk. The Saint seemed to have transformed from a holy white lily into a delicate red rose, radiant and dazzling.

The lip gloss made her plump lips look even more vibrant red, the slightly powdered eyes had a touch of allure, and the low-cut dress accentuated her large, beautiful, and deep, white cleavage...

All this left Miss Knight stunned.

"Durenna?"

It was not until she heard Sharlene's soft call that she came back to her senses from her trance. She coughed lightly, but still looked a little confused because of the surprise.

"Saint... Saint, I have something to report. It's about that cultist..."

Durenna stammered, her expression gradually darkening. "We interrogated her, but she refused to say anything. She remained silent the entire time..."

"Have you ever tried torture?"

"Yes, but since she was still seriously injured, we only used mild torture..." Durenna hesitated a little when she said this. "But she seemed to feel nothing at all. She was able to speak and her breathing was not disordered during the torture..."

No feeling? Was he truly trained for torture, or had he used drugs to numb his pain, thus resisting it? Salaret narrowed her eyes.

"Our...our sisters' charms are useless. She's very hostile to us, and we can't continue to torture her for fear of killing her... We also have to be constantly on guard against her suicide... Saint, what should we do now? If we can't get any information out of her, Sally... Sally..."

The female knight lowered her head, bit her lip tightly, and clenched her fists.

"Don't worry, my knight," Shalelei said gently, "The cultist is in our hands now. We will find a way to deal with her. I will find a way to resolve this matter. You just need to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't commit suicide."

Hearing this, Durenna breathed a sigh of relief, her furrowed brow slightly relaxed. "As you command, Saint. We also found some of her crops in the castle yard... some unnamed flowers and plants, and some strange mushrooms. None of us knew what they were, so we didn't dare touch them rashly..."

"You did the right thing." Sharlelei nodded. "How is the recruitment of the guards in Greystone Town going?"

"It has already begun, Lady Saint. We have counted the remaining private soldiers of the Volo family, and they have no 'objections' to your rule..."

When she mentioned the word "opinion," Durenna's azure eyes took on a sinister crimson. "Soon we'll be able to train them further and have them join the ranks of the 'Holy Maiden Army'..."

"Very good. The next task of expanding the army is also handed over to you, my knight."

"Yes, Saint." Durenna bowed, then raised her head, her fair cheeks suddenly flushed. "Saint, um...you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Sharlelei asked with a smile as she flipped through the documents on the table.

The blush on the female knight's face became even more intense, and her gaze lingered on Sharlelei's face and chest. When she saw her like this, Sharlelei immediately realized what the little female eagle was thinking.

When her eyes flickered as she looked at her chest, the Saint Lady straightened her chest intentionally or unintentionally, making Durenna's face even redder.

"Today, you... well, in this dress... you look especially, especially beautiful..." she stammered, her face getting redder as she spoke. Sallelei smiled and waved, inviting her to come over, reaching out to comb her messy hair.

"Thank you, my knight. You can also try on some different clothes. Do you want me to pick out a few for you?"

"I, I'm not suitable! I, I... I definitely can't wear these..." Durenna panicked, her eyes flickering as she compared the two people's chests - it was obvious that her height could not support such a gorgeous low-cut dress.

Salarei burst out laughing, pulled her hand, and scratched her nose when she bent over. "Little fool, there are many clothes that suit you, why do you have to wear this? Okay, go and have a rest, don't get too tired, and by the way, help me call Ophelin."

"Yes... yes, Lady Saint..."

The knight's fair face flushed like an apple, and after a quick bow, she hurried away. Sallelei stared at her back, muttering to herself with a smile.

"Her legs are so long, either a skirt or pants would suit her perfectly... Hmm, military uniform or hunting suit? Tight leather pants or pantyhose seem like they would be a good option too. Ah... I really want to dress up all the girls around me..."

Shortly after Durenna left, Ophelin pushed the door open and walked in, but this time, there were three more nuns following her.

"...Hmm? Who are they?"

Salare looked at two of the succubus nuns in surprise. In her impression, these two seemed to be the ones who had abandoned the believers aside and went out to make a living secretly.

And now, the two men were holding a feeble little nun from Greystone Town, one on each side. She was in a state of complete trance, looking exhausted, with a faint blush still on her face. She looked exactly like...

"Saint...Lady Saint, they have something to report to you..." Ophelin's cheeks were a little flushed. After seeing Sallelei in a crimson palace dress, her tongue was tied for half a second, and the two succubus nuns widened their eyes in amazement.

"What's going on?" Shailelei was stunned. "What happened to the person being held?... Wait, wait a moment..."

In her eyes, the semi-conscious little nun from Greystone Town had a bright pink "?66" on her head, which was two points higher than Lydia's number two days ago.

Sallelei clearly remembered that when she first saw this group of nuns, the number on their heads was only around 55...

"You two won't attack her, will you?"

This seems to be the only possibility.

The two succubus nuns looked at each other and stuck out their tongues. One of them said, "Oh, Saint, actually, she caught us being intimate earlier, and to make her shut up, so..."

The other one smiled excitedly, "So why don't you just give her the succubus's blessing and let her join us?"

Sharlelei was stunned. Although she did intend to take over the Greystone Church, she had only been in Greystone for two days and hadn't even finished her duties when her succubi began to take action...

Seeing that the corners of Salares' mouth twitched slightly, the two succubus nuns started chattering from the left and right.

"Oh, don't worry, no one else saw it."

"This child has great potential to become a succubus. Even though it's her first time, her body is very sensitive."

"Once she awakens, she will definitely turn into a beast of desire..."

"Oh, right, before we played with her and she passed out, she was still yelling the name 'Heidi'. Is she her friend?"

"Hey—a friend. Why not trick her friend over here too, so we can receive the Saint's blessing together?"

As they chatted, the two succubi began to discuss their evil plan.

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Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 153: Magic Hand Engine 1 (Part 1)

Staring at the two excited succubi, Sharlene couldn't help but sigh silently.

What a bad thing!

But not as bad as me.

"Ahem." Salares coughed lightly, and the two succubus nuns and Opheline immediately turned to look at her.

"That's a bit too simple. There are obviously more ways to play with these two little guys..."

The two succubi exchanged a glance, each revealing an excited smile. "Please... please guide us, Lady Saint!"

"First, you have to keep her hanging, not letting her feel comfortable. Under the influence of your charm, she'll be constantly stimulated but never reach the final destination. She'll definitely be unable to bear it, and at this point, she'll listen to everything you say... To ensure she's hungry, you can also use your charm to hint to her not to generate electricity..."

Salaret spoke in a gentle and persuasive manner, and the two succubi's eyes lit up and they nodded continuously.

"Then, you can ask her to trick her friends into coming here. She definitely won't agree. Then you can add fuel to the fire or threaten her. If she doesn't agree, tell the Sister Superior about her..."

The two succubi opened their eyes wide and let out a small cry of surprise.

"That's too bad, Saint Lady..."

"It's simply a demon..."

"Finally, after she tricks her friends over, you can each deal with one and force them to kiss. When her friend cries and asks, 'Why did you do this?' and she sobs and replies, 'I'm sorry... but I really couldn't help it! I couldn't help it!', you can make them both pass out from the pleasure..."

At this point, the succubi present all looked at him as if he were a monster.

"We are still too weak..." sighed a succubus nun, her face filled with despair.

"I never thought of such an evil trick..." said another one with conviction.

They said: "It's time to go back and practice in seclusion..."

"What kind of practice are you talking about? Hurry up and do what I say!" Sharlelei shouted with a helpless smile, and then the two succubus nuns hurriedly supported the little nun who had fainted from lust and left in a flash.

Looking at their backs, Sharlelei let out a long sigh.

The succubi under his command have begun to spontaneously advance the assimilation project, which is a good sign. However, at present, he is the only one who can assimilate others, which seems to be a bit inefficient...

"Saint, Saint Lady." Ophelin's voice rang out. The head succubus nun came forward with a somewhat shy cat-like gait, as if she was deliberately squeezing her legs together. Her voice was also a little soft. "I have noticed some problems with the accounts of the Graystone Town Church. Please take a look..."

As she spoke, she handed the account book to Sharlene and looked at her intentionally or unintentionally with her watery eyes, her gaze filled with a strange longing.

Sharlelei smiled and took the account book. How could she not see what this succubus wanted her to do?

But I won’t, I’ll just keep you hanging, hehe.

..............................

In the end, the serious Charlene did not send out any signal of wanting to have "intimate contact" with her, and Opheline, who had been expecting something, could only leave with a sense of loss.

After finishing the documents and accounts, she opened Gelley's magic notebook again. Yesterday, because of Isadore's interruption, she had only skimmed through it briefly, but this time, she carefully read through the first chapter of the notebook, "On the Application of the Mage's Hand."

The Mage's Hand is the simplest 0-level spell. It belongs to the same force spell as the Catapult spell and the higher-level "Crushing Hand". Its effect is also very direct, which is to generate a repulsive or attractive force to push or grab objects.

Compared with Catapult, the thrust generated by Hand of the Mage is weaker, but it has the advantage of continuous output.

In this notebook, Gelley actually tried to use the wizard's hand as a power source to create a "magic-driven" machine.

Just like the small windmill in the magic bracelet that is driven by the wizard's hand, she even designed a "Mage's Hand Waterwheel", which uses a large and nested rune array to cast the wizard's hand to drive the waterwheel.

In this section, she drew the corresponding large rune array structure and even calculated various parameters.

But in the end, the production of this "magic machine" was not put into action. The reason was simple - even if ordinary craftsmen could carve the rune base, they had no way to perform the magic process of tools and baseplates. All these tasks needed to be completed by mages.

At that time, the only wizard in Graystone Town was Gellei, and at most one Villie.

With only these two people, it would probably take months of sleepless work to complete the rune array required for a magic waterwheel, not to mention promoting such a thing.

Seeing this, Sharlene couldn't help but close the book temporarily and fell into thought.

Using magic to power machinery and replace human labor in various tasks wasn't her original idea. After all, with magic in this world having evolved over so long, it's unlikely someone hadn't already had this idea.

The reason that curbs the development of "magic machinery" is not the lack of users, but the lack of "producers".

Just like a magic lamp can be designed to be foolproof with just plugging and unplugging batteries, other magical machines can certainly be designed that way as well.

However, the production of magical instruments involves many steps, each requiring magical power. Ordinary craftsmen without spellcasting abilities cannot complete the task, and there are not that many mages...

This limits the development of "magic machinery".

Thinking of this, a new idea emerged in Sharlelei's mind.

The process of "magicizing materials" required for magical equipment is essentially the process of guiding magic power to infuse and refine the raw materials. Generally speaking, magic power is provided and guided by the creator, that is, the wizard.

So if she can provide an external source of magic power, and the creator only needs to simply "guide" it, is that also feasible?

Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but beat fast.

Through the succubus's blasphemous gift, she can mass-produce "half-casters" with magic control abilities. If she can also solve the mana source problem...

Then she will gain a large number of "magic craftsmen" and completely solve the biggest obstacle to the development of magic machinery, that is, the problem of insufficient producers. A door to a new era will be opened under her promotion!

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and she flipped open the book, turning to the page about "The Mage's Hand Waterwheel." Gradually, Gelrae's vision merged with her Earthling knowledge, and the prototype of a completely new type of power machine slowly emerged in her mind...

"Got it... This is it! This is it!"

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 154: Magic Hand Engine 1 (Part 2)

Two days later, the succubi gathered in the castle courtyard, staring blankly at an iron box in the open space.

This rectangular iron box was connected to an iron rod on one side, which in turn was connected to a wheel. Runes and magic circles were etched into the box, and a blue magic crystal was inlaid at the top.

This strange object was made overnight by the blacksmiths of Graystone Town at the order of the Saint Lady, and the magic circle on it was carved by her personally.

"Lady Saint, what is this?" Ophelin looked at the box carefully. She had no idea what it was. She just felt that the magic circle on it was somewhat similar to the one on the catapult magic crossbow.

"I call it 'Magic Hand No. 1 Magic Engine'." Shalelei said with a smile. This name made the succubi more and more confused.

Explaining alone was useless, so Sharlele decided to demonstrate it herself for the succubi. She placed her palm on the magic crystal and activated the Mage's Hand array.

As a blue light flickered, the iron rod connected to one end of the box began to move in and out, causing the crankshaft and flywheel to rotate rapidly...

But even at this point, the succubi were still confused.

"What's the use of this thing...Lady Saint?" Isadore was confused.

"Then let me ask you, Isadore, what's the use of a newborn baby?" Salares said angrily and amusedly.

"A newborn baby, a newborn baby--!" The little succubus had no idea what she was thinking about. Her little face turned red. Her watery eyes subconsciously looked at Sharlene's flat belly, then lowered her head to look at her own belly. Steam was about to come out of her head.

Ever since Sharlele "rewarded" Isadore two days ago, the little succubus's attitude towards her has changed subtly.