Succubus cannot be a saint

Her cheeks flushed, and she held up two fingers to Sharlene, "I want... I want to add one..."

Willie's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end she was unable to utter the word "request".

But how could Shalelei not understand? She burst out laughing, "Okay, okay, I understand. Knight Durenna, this is for you. I'll tell you how to use it later."

Durenna took the communication mirror in a daze. Although she didn't quite understand what Velie meant, as a woman, she was keenly aware of the ambiguous atmosphere between Sallelei and Velie.

"Add something!" Isadore slammed the table and stood up. The little succubus also keenly smelled the unusual smell between the two of them, and her angry eyes moved between Salare and Villie.

Velie sneered and turned her head away arrogantly, while Salerle looked embarrassed.

"Ahem... Um, Saint Lady," Durenna said at the right moment, "I think you still need a flag of your own. After all, you can't use the flags of the Volo family or the Dravi family..."

"You make sense." Salares' eyes lit up. Durenna continued, "As... well, as a saint of the church rather than a noble, there are no special requirements for your flag pattern. You just can't use the various symbols reserved for the Pope, so..."

"The flag of Her Majesty the Saint? Of course it has to be this!" Isadore's attention was immediately diverted. She jumped off the chair and began to untie her belt.

"What are you doing! You have no shame! Perverted succubus!" Willie blushed immediately and screamed.

"You are obviously a succubus too!" Isadore was not willing to be outdone, but her hands did not stop at all. She quickly lifted up her clothes, revealing her fleshy belly and the pink and purple lily pattern on her fair abdomen.

"……what?"

Willie opened her eyes wide in confusion. Even though she didn't understand what it was, she instinctively sensed its color and immediately blushed.

"This is too..."

Even Salares, who considered herself to be the most shameless, was speechless.

Using the O-mark as a battle flag or something, isn't that just taking advantage of the fact that people from another world don't know anything and exposing it in cyberspace?

But somehow, facing Isadore's pitiful, watery eyes, the words on her lips became "That's not impossible... but it needs some modifications..."

At least remove the heart-shaped cutouts and the succubus's tail, replace them with a more normal lily pattern, and change the colors to the silver and white commonly used by the Church of Light...

"Since you have decided so, I will take my leave..." Durenna coughed awkwardly and quickly slipped away before she felt embarrassed.

Willie's eyes were still fixed on Isadore in disbelief, and she was muttering words like "incredible", "perverted", "slut-crazed" and so on.

"This beautiful pattern was given by the Saint. We all have it, right?" Isadore proudly shook her belly, her tail almost raised to the sky. "Sister Durenna and Sister Ophelin all have it. You're the only one who doesn't have it!"

...like a child showing off his toys.

But she is indeed a little sister...

"Oh? Really? That's really unfortunate," Willie said coldly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "There are so many succubi in this castle, do they all have this pattern? Even if they do, I'm the only one who doesn't have it, not you. It's obviously not a very valuable thing. I don't know why you're so arrogant here."

After hearing this, Isadore was bewildered at first, her face quickly turning from red to blue. She didn't know how to fight back for a moment, so she could only grit her teeth, point at Willie, and tremble as she shouted, "I'm ignoring you!"

Then he turned around and ran out...

Salare looked at Villie helplessly. The elf girl's face was still blushing. She glared at her hatefully with her heterochromatic eyes and made the number "three" with her slender fingers.

The little black cat's demands increased again.

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Woo woo, please give me some money and razor blades!

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 171: A Request for Help from Field Territory

"Angle calibration completed!"

"The engine works great!"

"Start the engines!"

"Start the engines!"

Loud shouts echoed under the winter sky as ten ballistae were lined up in a row across the wilderness. The guards operating the ballistae shouted, placing their hands on the tails of these unusual ballistae.

Unlike ordinary ballistas, these ballistas do not have a winch. Instead, they have a crank and flywheel connected to a strange iron box, which is inlaid with glowing blue crystals.

The guards' hands were placed on these crystals.

Along with a flash of blue arcane light, the crank and flywheel began to spin rapidly, and almost instantly the crossbow string was pulled to the bottom and shot out violently!

The sound of wind whistling through the air was endless, and crossbow arrows the size of spears cut through the air, leaving a series of continuous sounds. The target hundreds of steps away had been shot through.

But the shooting was far from over. The guards skillfully loaded new crossbows and shot out row after row of huge arrows, smashing the target into pieces and leaving a dense row of sharp arrows on the ground.

After the firing was complete, a small wheelchair slowly moved to the row of crossbow arrows. The figure in the wheelchair adjusted his glasses and wrote down each line of data in a notebook. Meanwhile, the craftsmen came to the back of the crossbow carriage and checked the engine.

This has been the daily routine at the Graystone Town Weapons Manufacturing Plant in recent times.

After the blasphemous blessing of the succubus nuns and their almost brainwashing teaching, Sharlelei finally acquired the first batch of emerging semi-spellcasting professions that were barely useful - "Rune Craftsman".

These fifty-odd runesmiths were the first batch of apprentices to graduate from Sharlelei's "forced learning" teaching style. The only rune carving techniques they knew were "Catapult" and "Mage's Hand."

It can be said that they have only one responsibility, which is to manufacture catapult magic crossbows and magic engines.

Therefore, not only the "Magic Crossbow" was equipped with an engine, but also the catapult magic crossbow was successfully upgraded to the second generation after Velie optimized the rune base. Both its power and firing rate were greatly enhanced. This time, Sharlelei had enough confidence that she could break the protective magic of the primary extraordinary warrior with a single volley.

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In the room on the second floor of the castle, Sharlelei looked out at the row of small black dots in the wilderness outside the city and drew the curtains.

The pungent smell of herbs and warm steam floated in the room. She turned around and her eyes fell on Coresa who was kneeling on the ground.

"...You really don't know who the traitor in the Church of Plenty in Field Territory is?" she asked calmly.

"Yes, Lady Saint, I have never seen him. I always receive orders through letters. I only know that his name in the cult is 'Poison Peony' and that he is a mid-level dream priest." Coresa replied in a low voice.

It seems that after arriving in Field County, I still have to find a way to find the traitor... Sharlelei thought silently and took the dark purple potion on the table beside her.

This is the "dream potion" prepared by Coresa, which allows the drinker to infiltrate the dream network.

"Lady Saint, um... everything within the dream network is unknown. You'd better... you'd better drink it under the protection of dream magic..." Coresa stammered, and Sharlelei nodded without comment.

Durenna has been away with the team for a week, and something could happen at any time. Sharlelei is not reckless enough to take a potion with unknown effects in this situation.

What's more, even if he wanted to take the potion, he had to wait until he caught the dream priest.

With this thought, she glanced at Kressa, who was kneeling respectfully before her. She still remembered vividly the blackened and faded desire number on the top of this cultist's head when she had taken the "pointy head"... oh no, "black goat milk".

But after her questioning, Coresa could hardly remember what happened when she took the medicine, and naturally it was impossible for her to know about the number of desires, so she had to give up.

"All clues point to Field Territory..." she muttered to herself.

At this moment, the communication mirror she had been carrying with her suddenly lit up, and Durenna's voice came out from it.

"Lord Saint!"

Sharlelei frowned and immediately took out the communication mirror. "What's wrong, Knight Durenna? Is there anything going on?"

"Reporting to Her Majesty, the reconnaissance team has discovered a cavalry unit being pursued and is preparing to engage!"

"I understand. Raise the banner of Baron Volo and have Sean Volo lead the team. Keep in touch."

"Yes, Lady Saint!"

The communication mirror continued uninterrupted. Durenna's voice faded, replaced by a cacophony of voices, horse hooves, and shouts. Sharlelei gripped the mirror handle tightly, sweat forming in her palms.

After a while, the noise in the mirror continued, but the good news was that there was no shouting or killing, and it seemed that Durenna did not have a head-on conflict with the enemy.

About an hour passed like this before Durenna's voice rang out again.

"Reporting to Her Majesty, we have reunited with the pursued cavalry. We have confirmed that they are indeed the Field Territory's troops, led by a knight of the Order of the Radiant Feather."

"At the same time, we did not engage the enemy. The troops pursuing the cavalry stopped after seeing our flag from a distance and did not pursue them any further."

Salaret smiled slightly.

It seemed that flying the flag of the Volo family was indeed a good move. The Nightmare Cult's army did not know that Greystone Town had fallen into her hands and still believed that the Volo family was still their puppet.

"I understand, Durenna. How much do you know about the Knights of the Radiant Feather?"

"The Knights of the Radiant Feathers are the elite of the church that guard Field City. They are renowned for their tradition of taming griffins. Their current leader is known as the 'Knight of the Holy Bow,' a renowned paladin. It's said that the very weaponry she wields can repel evil spirits..."

The female knight's voice echoed intermittently from the mirror. Sharlele pondered and nodded.

"Okay, I understand. You all rush back to Greystone Town as fast as you can."

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Two days later, Sharlele met Durenna and the knight from Field County.

Unlike the spirited Durenna, the male knight, who was probably in his thirties, was covered in grime and blood, with a deep wound carved into his armor on his back. He looked like he had been fished out of a slurry of blood and mud.

But after he stepped into the hall of Volo Castle with Durenna's support, he was stunned.

Because, the person who appeared before him was not Baron Volo, but a beautiful girl in a white church dress.

Her long flaxen hair fell in front of her chest, outlining a full curve. Her purple eyes contained a gentle smile. Just looking at her peaceful smile, the knight felt as if all his pain and fatigue were blown away.

"Nice to meet you, knight from Field Territory. I am the Lord of Moon Spring Town, Sharlelei Dravi. What is your name?"

"Robert Kinnet, a member of the Knights of the Radiant Feather..." the knight stammered, and it took him a second to react.

Salaret Delavé? The crazy daughter who wrote love letters to the young lady of the Iharin family? How did she become a lord? No... why is she here?

"I believe you have many questions, but why don't you sit down and rest first, and then we can talk slowly..."

Sharlelei smiled as she approached him, a soft golden light emanating from her palm. Nourished by this golden light, Robert felt his injuries rapidly recovering, even the deep sword wound on his back seemed to be starting to heal...

"God, divine magic!?" He was so shocked that he could hardly speak. "You... no, you..."

"Let me introduce you again, Your Excellency the Knight," Durenna said, smiling proudly. "This sir is the Saint Lady, who, with the inspiration and blessing of the Goddess, saved both Moon Spring Town and Graystone Town..."

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I've been constantly being harmonized these past two days, and I can't stand it anymore...

I'll try to be more restrained in my writing in the future. I never thought some of my stuff would be censored. Sigh, I have a new understanding of Shuke's censorship mechanism...

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 172: The Holy Maiden Army, Dispatched

Lady Saint?

Knight Robert was dizzy and his head was foggy for a moment. Looking at the smiling face of the girl in front of him, his thinking became dull.

Saint, Lady Saint, yes, she possesses the divine power of the Goddess of Light, this cannot be faked...

"Robert Kinnet of the Knights of the Radiant Feathers, greetings to Her Majesty the Saint..." He bent down to Sallelei in a trance and performed a not very standard knight's salute. Sallelei ordered the servants to take off his dirty armor and coat, helped him sit on a chair, and brought him hot soup to drink.

Robert rested for a while, regained some strength, and gradually woke up from the chaos. At this moment, he didn't care about etiquette, and hurriedly threw away the spoon and knelt on one knee in front of Sharlelei.

"Lady Saint, Field County is now under siege by the cult's army. They have even instigated several nobles to rebel. The situation is critical... I implore you, for the sake of our fellow Goddess's people and the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city... Please have your knights lead their troops to support Field County!"

"Don't worry, Sir Robert, that's exactly what I meant." Sharlene nodded, and Robert immediately smiled, but her next sentence caught him off guard and stunned him again.

"But do you know why those nobles were persuaded to rebel and why they joined the cult's army?"

"This... I don't know..."

"This is why I'm in Greystone Town now." Sharlelei walked away from him calmly. "Several years ago, a cult called the Nightmare Cult had already infiltrated the noble territories surrounding Field County, secretly corrupting and manipulating the minds of those nobles."

As she spoke, she pointed to the marble floor beneath her feet.

"Baron Volo of Greystone Town is one of the nobles being manipulated."

"What—then you, you are..." Robert was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back.

"My fiefdom was originally in Moon Spring Town, but not long ago, I received a revelation from the goddess. When Baron Volo learned of this, he attacked my territory at the instigation of the cultists. I defeated him and he died..."

Sharlelei said lightly, "After we captured the cultists in Greystone Town, I learned all this from her."

"This, goddess... goddess revelation..." Robert murmured, looking up and down at the girl in front of him.

Although he had never seen the "crazy daughter" in person, since she was a woman who liked the same sex, she was definitely a slut who did not observe human ethics. However, the girl in front of him was dignified and holy, and seemed to be shining with a faint glow. Just by seeing her, the word "saint" involuntarily emerged in his mind.

If she was the mad daughter whose scandal spread throughout the Western Territory, then the difference between before and after was too great, almost like...

Thinking of this, Robert's mind was in a trance for a moment.

Yes, he's like a saint who has received inspiration from the goddess...

The one standing before him now was undoubtedly a true saint, a saint who could save Field from the dire straits...

"Don't worry, Knight Robert." Sharlele turned around and smiled at the knight in front of her. The latter was shocked, his mind became even more blurred, and a feeling of reverence arose spontaneously.

"It is my natural duty to assist Field County. Please stay here for a few days. I will gather my soldiers and then go to Field County myself."

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