Succubus cannot be a saint

"I feel it. You did a good job." Sharlene smiled and pinched her little face. "Did you follow all the precautions I told you to take? Did anything go wrong?"

"I did it all! Her father was a small merchant who owed the Volo family a large sum of money at high interest. After you forgave her family's debt, she adored you!" Isadore danced with joy, her eyes shining. "So it didn't take much effort for me to assimilate her! I let her join the church as a nun under the pretext of taking vows, so that outsiders wouldn't suspect anything!"

"And, and!" she said hurriedly, then took a sip from Salares's cup on the table. "I, I've learned a new prayer!"

"Really? Isadore is amazing. Well... I'll give you a reward." Sallelei smiled. "Where do you want to smell today?"

"Woo--!" Isadore's face flushed instantly. Her gaze roamed over Sallelei's body as she stammered, "Today I want to... want to smell... my neck..."

"Oh? Really?" Sallelei looked at the nervous and embarrassed little succubus with a half-smile, but she still lifted her hair to reveal the back of her snow-white neck. Isadore swallowed her saliva and leaned forward, her little pudding pressed against Sallelei's big cake, her little nose pressed against the delicate skin of the Saint's neck, and she breathed in intoxicated breaths.

"Hiss...ha..."

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After giving Isadore the reward, Shalelei brought her to the castle courtyard and ordered the servants to erect a target. Because according to Isadore, the magic she mastered this time was a relatively rare attack magic among the magic of light.

In the current Church of the Seven True Gods, the divine arts of each god are clearly divided into different roles and do not infringe upon each other. For example, the divine arts of light are specialized in defense, healing, and assistance. There are only a few offensive divine arts, which is the exact opposite of the divine arts of storms that are good at summoning storms and lightning.

"You are the light of hope that illuminates the earth, and the sacred light that dispels darkness... My Lord's Holy Light, cleanses evil—Light-Guiding Arrow!"

Isadore let out a delicate cry, put her palms together and pushed them forward. A golden light burst out from her palms, like a golden meteor across the sky, and with a bang, it shattered half of the target.

"Huh...Lady Saint, this is my new magic! What do you think?" Isadore jumped around Salare happily, while Salare smiled slightly.

Your new spell is great, it's mine now.

As the Succubus Ruler who has full authority over all Succubus accounts, when Isadore learned and downloaded information from the Goddess of Light's online disk, a copy was automatically shared with her.

Sharlele, who had completely transformed into a Star Platinum repeater, closed her eyes and concentrated, praying silently to the Goddess of Light.

As the familiar feeling of approval from the gods descended upon her heart, Sharlene opened her cherry lips slightly and recited softly.

"You are the light of hope that illuminates the earth, and the sacred light that dispels darkness... My Lord's Holy Light, cleanses evil—Light-Guiding Arrow!"

A huge amount of magic power gathered in her palm, turning into a brilliant golden flame, illuminating Isadore's joyful face.

In an instant, a golden beam of light as thick as a bucket burst out from her palm, completely engulfing half of the target in the distance with a devastating force, and then continued to move forward across a distance of dozens of meters and hit the courtyard wall!

There was a loud bang, earth and rocks flew everywhere, smoke and dust filled the air. A large hole appeared in the wall, and a broken brick fell down with a clatter.

Isadore's excited smile froze on her face. She slowly turned her head like a rusty machine and stared at the big hole stupidly.

The words "Sister Sasha! Am I better than Miss Mirror?" got stuck in my throat and I couldn't say them anymore.

Just now, Sister Sasha seemed to have used the same light-guided arrow as me. But...

Is that a light-guided "arrow"?

That should be called a light-guided "cannon"!

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Volume 2: Silver Lilies of the West: Chapter 169: Arcane Craftsman

The commotion caused by the Saint's miracle didn't subside until the afternoon. Durenna and the other succubi who had rushed over at the noise initially thought the enemy had entered the castle, but when they learned it was simply "the Saint using her magic to target the target," their jaws nearly dropped.

Sometimes it is really hard to tell whether the Saint is shooting at targets or destroying houses.

However, when they thought about how the Saint Lady could use the Shield of Light to create the effect of a Wall of Light, they felt relieved.

Fortunately, in the past half month, Sharlelei had directed the craftsmen of Greystone Town to make some "improved version of the Saint's mortar", which barely repaired the wall.

Yes, after being improved by Lute, the stonemason of Moon Spring Town, it is more suitable for the Saint Maiden's physique from another world. After adding magical materials from Graystone Town, it has become even stronger and more usable.

After finishing her duties, Sharlelei immediately began her own Arcane Workshop construction plan.

She had obtained the blueprints for the "Unified Magic Power Hub" from Velie, but building a workshop wasn't easy. She needed enough arcane craftsmen, careful land surveying, and the planning of magic circles to build a second hub.

Therefore, before that, she needed to train a group of arcane craftsmen. As for Velie, she also received a new task from her new boss.

"So, what you're saying is that you only let your succubi master some basic cantrips and material enchantment techniques, and then let them train semi-caster craftsmen?"

In Sharlene's bedroom, Willie sat in her wheelchair. She had specially changed into a floor-length nightgown today, holding the hem of her dress with both hands, her cheeks flushed unnaturally.

"That's right. What I urgently need now isn't a skilled master, but an apprentice who can be put to use right away." Sharlelei was flipping through the blueprints of the energy hub at the table. She glanced at the little black cat, pretended to frown, and said in a slightly higher voice, "Villier."

Willie turned her head and ignored her.

"My dear teacher..." The woman's voice suddenly became charming. Charlotte stood up and walked to her wheelchair. "Is this how you treat the gifts given to you by your students? It really makes me so sad..."

The elf girl's face turned red all the way to her ears. She bit her lips tightly, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"Lift up your skirt... please?"

"You bastard... what do you think my feet are..."

Willie cursed softly, and slowly lifted the hem of her nightgown in embarrassment, revealing a pair of slender feet wrapped in white silk.

——After remembering the matter of stockings, Sharlele immediately forced Willie to change into the new stockings that the little tailor had just made.

The white silk clothing revealed the fleshy luster of her skin, and the feet were wrapped with just the right tightness. Willie trembled slightly, not daring to look into Sharlele's eyes.

"Also, Willie, I need you to improve the new catapult magic crossbow and try to install the Magic Hand No. 2 engine on the bed crossbow."

But without warning, the woman switched back to her work-like tone. Willie felt a wave of uncertainty, a slight sense of loss. However, she quickly pulled herself together.

"Hmm... using the engine to turn the winch? Good idea. As for the magic crossbow, what improvements would you like? Continuous firing? Increased power?"

"Of course, its power will increase..." Sharlelei twirled the pen, "but I want you to improve it so that ordinary people can use it. For example... a fool-proof structure that triggers magic by striking the magic crystal."

"Why?" Velie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Why would you do something so far-fetched? Not only will this deplete the durability of the magic crystal, but the entire structure will become unstable..."

"No, I'm just giving you an example." Shailelei shook her head. "Anyway, I hope you can modify a batch of fool-proof magic crossbows that ordinary people can use, as well as magic hand engines."

The little black cat's face darkened, and he stared at her fiercely. "I want an explanation. Otherwise, I cannot accept this... this request to use degraded technology."

"Sooner or later, we will have to deal with Field County and other noble territories in the West..." Sharlelei smiled, "This is a smokescreen prepared for times like this."

"Smoke bomb?" Willie was a little puzzled. She pouted and thought for a moment, then her frown gradually relaxed. "...Okay, I'll reluctantly accept your reason."

"And... well, I hope you can develop a new magic weapon." Sharlelei cleared her throat and described the artillery in her mind.

"Using the propulsion of magic, physical projectiles are launched to cause powerful explosions and destruction?" As Villie listened, her eyes widened.

"Based on the description alone, I can think of many similar spells: 'Mage's High Five,' 'Weight Loss,' 'Explosive Rune,' 'Fireball'... But you're trying to pack all of these into one device? This is completely different from the Magic Hand Engine! There's only one 'Mage's Hand' in the engine, and all the arrays have the same structure and complexity, so the disturbance value is very low!

"Now you're adding multiple different spells to one device, and you want them to work together and operate simultaneously. Each spell has a different structure and complexity. Even with a rough calculation using the formula, I can come up with a terrifyingly large disturbance value!"

You just used the formula to do a rough calculation "on the spot"? Sharlelei gave a wry smile. She had seen the complicated magic formulas in Gelley's notebook, and now Villier had actually calculated them in her head while she was talking...

Genius sister.

"I don't necessarily want you to do this." Shalelei shook her head. "What I mean is, I need a weapon that can kill a large area at a long distance. You don't have to do it exactly as I say. As long as it can achieve this effect, you can do whatever you want."

"A long-range, large-scale weapon of destruction... isn't that just a large fireball wand?" Velie muttered, scratching her head like a rodent, then pouted, "Then where's my reward?"

Remuneration? Only then did Shalelei realize that, unlike Ophelin Durenna, she hadn't paid any wages to Viliye, Isadore, and Granny...

"What do you want? Desserts? Money? Jewelry? Beautiful clothes? I can give you all of them." She said with a smile.

"I--" Willie started to speak, but was stunned.

Snacks, clothes, jewelry—she believed that as long as she asked for these things, Sharlelei would give them to her. As for money…she didn't need pocket money, she just needed research funds, and Sharlelei would naturally provide these.

What else could she ask for from the girl in front of her?

"Well, then I want you to agree to one of my requests." Somehow, she said this.

"A request?" Sallelei blinked, and Willie quickly turned her head away, her cheeks flushed.

"Wait, wait until I make the weapon you mentioned, and then I want you to agree to one thing."

"Of course you can, but... it can't be a request that is harmful to me, our succubus clan, or my territory."

"Don't worry! I won't do anything like that again! Anyway, I'm already on your pirate ship... Don't you trust me?!"

"If that request is too much, I have the right to ask you to change it. If you agree to this, it's a deal."

“…Okay, alright, then, let’s do this…”

After she finished speaking, Willie stared at Sharlene's half-smiling face, and suddenly she shrank down, picked up a book and covered her face, feeling her heart pounding.

I actually… I actually said something like that… I clearly, clearly had no idea what to ask for… Ugh…

Looking at Willie who was curled up behind a book like an ostrich, Sharlele smiled slightly and soon fell into deep thought.

——The current priority is to train a group of useful arcane craftsmen as soon as possible and find out what the situation is in Field Territory.

But beyond that, there were countless mysteries weighing on her mind.

According to the cultist Kressa's information, the Nightmare Cult is likely to control that "black flesh membrane." Could it be the same thing he found in the Black Forest? What exactly is that black flesh membrane?

If the Nightmare Cult controls the Black Membrane, then did they place it in the Black Forest? Or did they retrieve it from the Black Forest? None of this is certain...

Moreover, the Nightmare Cult has already invaded the Church of Plenty in Field Territory. If he wants to save Sally, he must capture the high-ranking priest lurking in the Church of Plenty...

and also……

What exactly does "forsaken by God" mean? What happened during the demonic calamity three hundred years ago? What is the origin of succubi?

I hope I can find clues to these questions in the library of the theological seminary in Field Territory...

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 170: You Are the Only One Who Doesn't Have This Flower

Finally, with the end of the last day of the Frost Month, the Snow Month of the Far Journey Year 1473, which was the first day of the last month, also arrived as scheduled.

Fine white snowflakes were floating in the early morning sky. Sharlelei sat in the study and looked into the distance.

Ever since she granted the power of succubus transformation to the four succubi around her, she could occasionally feel new magic flowing into her body - which also meant that her succubus followers had increased. As long as she thought about it, she could sense the number of succubi under her command.

"There are over 80 of them now...it seems they're working hard to increase their population size."

Although the number of succubi was growing rapidly, Shalelei knew that this growth would soon slow down. This was because the number of women who met the Desire Number in Moon Spring Town and Graystone Town was limited.

After reaching this threshold, there are only two options for adding new succubi: either expand into new territories, or quickly create a "succubus cradle" that can painlessly infuse humans with succubi...

Soon, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Durenna, neatly dressed, walked in.

"Lady Saint, the reconnaissance team is ready and can set off at any time."

The female knight was now fully armed. The arm that was injured in the previous battle with Sean Warlow had healed, and she had also replaced it with a brand new exquisite longsword, making her look even more heroic.

"Wait a moment," Salares nodded. To her left sat Isadore, studying a prayer book, while to her right, not far from the window, sat Willie in a wheelchair. From time to time, the two little succubi would exchange fierce glares.

"Isadore, help me bring Sean Warlow over here."

Upon hearing this, Isadore glared at Willie, who was standing by the window, as if to say, "Don't mess around when I'm not around," then she put down her prayer book and ran away. Willie snorted proudly and raised her neck.

Durenna looked at the two of them and couldn't help laughing.

Soon, Isadore faithfully carried out Salares's literal order and dragged Sean Vorro over by the collar. The young master of the Vorro family looked ashen, letting Isadore manipulate him like a puppet that had lost its soul.

...That's only natural. After all, Sharlele had personally brought Kressa to "visit" him.

When he saw with his own eyes the woman he loved (after being drugged) crawling on all fours, sticking out her tongue and saying "I am the Saint's dog", Sean Warlow completely collapsed and no longer had the will to resist.

"Listen to me, Sean Vorro." Shalelei spoke softly, and the huge magic power gathered into a charm, infusing Sean Vorro's blank mind. "You are Durenna's loyal servant. I want you to obey her orders and fight for her."

"I am Durenna's loyal servant..." Sean Volo repeated in a daze.

After using charm to implant the hint deeply into Sean Volo's mind, Shalelei nodded with satisfaction, and Durenna also understood her intention.

Kressa had previously stated that the Nightmare Cult had already taken control of the noble territories surrounding Field Territory, large and small. When Field Territory sent troops to break through the siege and seek assistance, the controlled noble armies could then pretend to be reinforcements, successfully enter Field Territory, and join forces with the Cult's forces.

And what Shalelei had to do was to have Durenna disguise the reconnaissance team as an army of nobles controlled by the cult. This way, their actions would be much smoother.

"Villier, can I lend your communication mirror to Knight Durenna?" Sharlele turned to look at the elf girl by the window.

Hearing this, Wei Liye's heart tightened, and she immediately raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "That's my mother's thing. Since you are my apprentice, I will lend it to you for the time being. Don't be too pushy."

"That's true... I was too abrupt. We have to think of another way..." This was said bluntly, and anger crept up Durenna's brow, but Sharlele did not take it as an offense, and her slender black eyebrows frowned.

Looking at her distressed expression, Willie pursed her lips. She said those words without thinking, but she regretted it after she said it.

"But, but I didn't say no, it's just..." the elf girl muttered softly, and Sharlelei's delighted gaze immediately turned towards her. Seeing the joy on her face, Velie couldn't help but feel a little excited.

...How can I be happy about something like this!

Then, a bitter fire welled up in her heart, but the anger was directed at herself. She grumbled, "It's not a loan! She has to return it to me when she comes back! And... she's doing this... the price for a stranger to call me 'Villier'...!"