Succubus cannot be a saint

Although not as fully armed with magical items as the Castle of Volo, the rooms in the Cathedral of the Glorious Wings can still be described as luxurious.

"Sister Sasha, this city is so big! It's much bigger than Greystone Town! Should we turn all the girls here into succubi?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed in Salleh's room, Isadore looked around excitedly. Perhaps because there was no Miss Mirror to disturb her, she was in an especially good mood.

"Keep your voice down." Sharlene had already changed into her party outfit and was sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair. She turned her head and gave the little succubus a sullen look. "This isn't Greystone Town. Be careful, there are ears."

"I'm sorry, Sister Sasha." Isadore stuck out her tongue. "But there are many nuns with weapons in this cathedral, and the pink balls of light on their heads are very bright..."

Isadore was referring to the Sisters of Battle who protected the cathedral. As Lord of Field, Archbishop Raymond commanded three armed forces in addition to the city's regular army: the Priests of Field, the Sisters of Battle, and the Knights of the Radiant Feathers.

Among these three armed forces, the Priest Corps is responsible for providing divine support at the city defense level and dealing with evil monsters invading the city; the Knights of the Radiant Feathers are the elite of the army; and the Sisters of Battle are specifically responsible for guarding the cathedral and the Archbishop himself.

These nuns are carefully selected from the local church. They have received combat training since childhood and their combat capabilities are not inferior to those of men. Because they are equipped with weapons blessed by divine magic, although they are not part of the regular army, their combat effectiveness is even higher than that of ordinary troops. There are also many extraordinary warriors in the team.

However, the fact that these nuns all had high desires didn't surprise Sharlelei. She had observed this counterintuitive phenomenon back in Greystone Town: nuns, known for their chastity, actually had higher desires than prostitutes.

The number of desire is "the ability to generate desire", but the irony lies precisely in this. The prostitutes who are seen as "dissolute and shameless" by the public are actually forced by life and do not enjoy this kind of "pleasure" at all.

But most nuns have no worries about food and clothing. Even if they strictly observe the precepts, how can they completely eliminate their desires?

"Compared to this, Saint Lady, the banquet is what we should pay more attention to." Durenna, who had been silent until then, spoke up. "Not only the nobles, I'm afraid even members of the Church of Plenty will attend this banquet..."

As soon as these words came out, Shailelei knew what she wanted to say.

"I know. But we can't be sure who the traitor of the Nightmare Cult in the Church of Plenty is right now. We can only try to find out." Salares shook her head.

"But... Lady Saint, why did Archbishop Raymond choose to hold the banquet at this time? The enemy has just retreated..." Durenna was puzzled.

Sharlelei paused for a moment. Based solely on her past life's experience and accumulation, she couldn't understand the archbishop's intentions. She simply thought he was out of his mind and a complete waste of money.

But in this life, as "Salalelei De Lavie", she has been in the Duke of De Lavie's palace for a long time, and she knows a thing or two about the intrigues of the nobles at banquets.

"He called me a saint before..." She sneered, "I'm afraid he wants to use the banquet to package me as a saint and show me off to the bigwigs in the city."

"But Sister Sasha, aren't you a saint?" Isadore blinked.

"The title of Saint recognized by the Vatican is not the same as the 'Saint Lady' you call me." Sharlelei shook her head. "When Field City was in danger, the former Crazy Daughter, inspired by the Goddess, rushed to its aid... With the right momentum, and the influence of this Western Archbishop, perhaps we can actually persuade the Vatican to make me a Saint."

"Isn't it a good thing to become a saint?" Isadore said, half-understanding. "Then what Sister Sasha said would be written in the book for everyone to see!"

If I were to write a collection of the words of a saint, the first sentence would probably be, "Holy crap! A malfunctioning robot!" Sharlele muttered to herself before saying, "Regardless of whether it's a good thing or not, if I change the focus a bit, the story would become 'The Saint of Divine Revelation comes specifically to rescue the holy city of Field, ruled by Archbishop Raymond'... Do you understand now?"

Isadore pondered for a long time and said, "I don't understand."

Durenna and Sharlelei looked at each other and sighed, feeling both amused and helpless.

But at this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door of the room. "Ms. De Lavie, I'm Bereya. Can I come in and talk?"

When Durenna opened the door, the Holy Archer, who had taken off his armor and was now wearing a military uniform, appeared in front of everyone.

Her long aqua blue hair was tied into a ponytail and draped over her chest. The straight and tight military uniform outlined the mature and curvy figure of the Knight Commander. A pure white satin ribbon was draped over the curve of her plump chest, and her straight shoulders were decorated with golden epaulettes. The high-waisted black tight trousers perfectly outlined the woman's voluptuous hips and thigh curves.

Not to mention the standard ruffled cuffs, white gloves and ceremonial sword at the waist of the military uniform. Although Berea was not wearing armor at the moment, she had a bit more youthful heroism, confidence and elegance.

If it weren't for her round waist and hips and gentle eyes, one would almost mistake her for a handsome young knight.

But for some reason, although Bereya's outfit was handsome and stylish, upon closer inspection, there were slight signs of wear on the lapels and boots, and the ribbon epaulettes also looked a bit old, as if they had been there for quite some time.

Sharlelei's eyes swept across the Holy Bow Knight, then looked at her own female knight, and immediately began to plan to get such a handsome set of clothes for Durenna.

However, with Durenna's modest figure, she probably couldn't support Berea's curvaceous figure...

"Ah..." Berea was startled, as if she didn't expect there were so many people in the room. Her fair cheeks turned slightly red, and she immediately turned back into the gentle, kind, a little reckless, and a little naive big sister next door.

Seeing her reserved look, Shailelei couldn't help but smile slightly and stood up. "Knight Berea wants to discuss something important with me. Please excuse me for now."

Bereya finally breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Durenna and Isadore, and then left with Sharlele. As the Holy Light Knight turned around, the light in the room cast two round halos of light on her plump buttocks.

Durenna looked at her back, then suddenly turned to Isadore and said, "You say...is it better to be a little older?"

Isadore: “…Ah?”

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory: Chapter 177: A Celebration Banquet That Alarmed the Snake (Additional Update)

In the evening, Sharlele and Berea stood on the terrace, looking at the brightly lit city of Field in the night.

The Holy Bow Knight turned his head and looked at the girl beside him. Although she was wearing the dress provided by Archbishop Raymond, her slender calves and delicate feet under the skirt were covered with a layer of pure white delicate fabric, revealing the fleshy luster of her skin.

That doesn't look like silk stockings, what kind of clothing is it?

"Knight Berea?" Berea didn't come back to her senses until she heard the sweet and gentle voice of the girl, and her cheeks flushed.

I stared at someone's feet for a long time, isn't that a bad idea?

She raised her eyes hurriedly, but her sight was once again drawn to the two large flower buds. The low-cut dress outlined a round curve, and squeezed out a deep, white ravine.

It is like just out of the tiger's den, into the dragon's den...

Looking at the Holy Bow Knight's flustered and embarrassed red face, Sharlele couldn't help but smile.

Honestly speaking, Berea looked like just a shy and immature girl. Whether in terms of character or age, she didn't look like someone who could shoulder the heavy burden of the Knights Templar.

Then the only possibility is strength. This is also one of the drawbacks of respecting extraordinary strength - sometimes, the strength is not proportional to the character and qualifications.

"Ms. Delavie, thank you for healing 'Golden Wing'..." Bereya spoke carefully, "She... is a very important partner to me... and also family."

"No. If possible, I'd like to go see her after her injuries get better. Is that okay?"

"Of course!" Berea's eyes lit up when she heard Salares address the griffin as "she." She lowered her head shyly, pinching her fingers. "Please... please don't think I'm being intrusive. I just wanted to talk to you. After all, I don't have the opportunity to talk to girls my age in the Knights Templar... Oh, sorry, sorry, we're not even the same age. I mean..."

"It's okay, I understand. Knight Bereya... Can I just call you Bereya?" Shalelei smiled. How could she not know what the Holy Bow Knight was thinking?

"Of course!" Bereya smiled broadly, then shyly covered her mouth with her hand. "Then, I'll just call you Sharlalei, okay?"

"Okay, Sister Berea." Shalelei smiled cheerfully and grabbed her hand, calling her "sister" sweetly, and Berea immediately became even more dizzy.

"Little, little Sallelei..." Berea gazed at her shyly with her beautiful eyes. She felt that this "crazy daughter" had decent and elegant manners, a dignified and sweet appearance, and possessed magical powers. Her temperament was holy and extraordinary. She did not look like the shameless woman in the legend at all.

Furthermore, the other party came to her aid, not only saving her "Golden Wing" at the critical moment, but also their army was invincible, lifting the siege of Field City in one fell swoop, forcing the cultists to temporarily withdraw...

The more she looked at it, the more she felt that something must have gone wrong during the incident, which caused such a good girl to be branded as a promiscuous girl.

Although Berea tried hard to find some topics to talk about, she grew up in the Knights and knew nothing about the popular topics among noble ladies, such as dresses, jewelry, pets and curios. She stood there in a daze for a moment, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Sister Berea, there's no need to be so reserved." Shalelei chuckled and shook her hand. "There's no need to chat about trivial matters. Let's just talk about the war in Field City."

"Yes, yes..." Bereya breathed a sigh of relief, her face flushed slightly. "This banquet is indeed a bit inappropriate. After all, the priority should be the war, but Archbishop Raymond has always been like this..."

Soon, from the mouth of the Holy Bow Knight, Sharlelei got a general idea of ​​the war situation in Field City.

About two months ago, several baronies around Field City suddenly gathered their forces and headed for Field City.

At first, Archbishop Raymond thought that the Western Noble Alliance was dissatisfied with the king's rule and came to ask for an explanation, so he sent a messenger to appease them, intending to mediate in the name of the church's power, playing the role of a smooth talker.

But after receiving the messenger's head, Raymond realized that the coalition of nobles was serious, and the Battle of Field began.

Although the enemy army had 30,000 to 40,000 men, most of them were conscripts, and there were not that many noble standing troops and knights among them.

The city of Field has a profound heritage, strong walls, and is guarded by the Knights and Priests. Archbishop Raymond was not too worried, so he dispatched troops and asked for help from Duke Delavie.

But what he didn't expect was that the enemy turned out to be cultists who had mastered sorcery. At the beginning of the battle, ordinary soldiers frequently turned into monsters with infinite strength. Field's army was defeated step by step and was even pushed all the way to the city gate.

There is no doubt that the enemy is taking "black goat milk"... Sharlelei pondered for a moment and had a plan in mind.

At this moment, there are cult troops outside the city of Field and traitors from the Church of Abundance inside. Although he has crushed the conspiracy of the cult group disguised as rebels to cooperate with the outside, the crisis is far from over.

As long as the traitor in the Church of Abundance is still there, the city of Field is always in danger of being breached from the inside out.

At this moment, a waiter informed the two that the banquet had begun. Salares adjusted her dress and extended her hand to Berea with a smile.

"Shall we go in now, my...Miss Knight?"

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The magnificent and luxurious banquet hall was packed with guests. Besides the city's nobles, these guests included high-ranking mages from the Magicians' Association, priests from the Church of Plenty, and other upper-class people.

Archbishop Raymond, dressed in gorgeous clothes, had just finished an impassioned speech in which he lavishly praised "the chosen saint who came from a small border town and led a holy army to aid Field", stirring up the atmosphere in the venue.

The guests were all excitedly discussing the identity of this "saint inspired by the goddess." Some well-informed people mentioned Salora's name, but many were skeptical. Could a lesbian, a woman of vile morals, be a divinely chosen saint? Perhaps it was better to say a duck could transform into a dragon.

——Therefore, when Sharlele took Berea's arm and walked calmly into the banquet hall, the whole place fell silent.

Beside the valiantly erect female knight stood a dignified and beautiful young woman in a light blue dress. The tight-fitting dress accentuated her curvaceous figure, while her slender white legs, draped in silk, were even more eye-catching beneath the hem.

Unlike the men who simply admired the beautiful legs, the ladies present put much more thought into it.

Those weren't just any ordinary silk stockings. What kind of clothing were they? They perfectly accentuated the curves of her legs, revealing a seductive shimmer of flesh...

...I wonder where this "God's Chosen Lady" got this kind of clothing? Can I buy it from her?

"It's an honor to see you all tonight." Sallelei looked around, her gaze sweeping across faces filled with shock, amazement, and disbelief. She raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.

"...I am the Lord of Moon Spring Town and Acting Lord of Greystone Town, Sharlelei Delavie."

Most of the guests gathered here were upper-class people from the Western Territory. She even saw quite a few familiar faces from the Duke of Dravi's residence. It was precisely because of this that they were all the more surprised by Sharlelei's appearance.

This crazy daughter is actually the chosen saint mentioned by Archbishop Raymond!

Although they didn't witness the battlefield firsthand, these "respectable people" had more or less received news—the holy light rising into the sky outside the city, the Holy Silver Lily Banner that fought its way through the encirclement, and the "Holy Maiden Army" that kept the cult army at bay...

No one could have imagined that all this glory belonged to the biggest laughingstock in the Western Territory, the womanizing daughter of the Dravi family...

It's as outrageous as a dragon egg hatching from a chicken coop!

But no matter how outrageous it was, the facts before them were undeniable. It was this "crazy daughter" who had been ridiculed countless times by them, openly and secretly, who saved the city of Field.

The distinguished guests present looked at the girl in front of them in disbelief, and even the wine glasses in their hands froze in mid-air.

A smile also appeared on Archbishop Raymond's face. This was why he had held a banquet regardless of the consequences and spared no effort to praise the saint - this was the effect he wanted.

The greater the contrast between the Crazy Daughter and the Saint, the more she solidified her title of "Goddess of Revelation." And as the Bishop of Field City, specifically aided by the Chosen Saint, his status naturally rose.

As long as the Holy See can be pushed to canonize this saint, it will undoubtedly be a huge political resource to continue climbing higher.

By then, he might even be able to ascend to the position of Bishop of Virtue and become the right-hand man of the Pope...

But just as he was about to speak, pushing the atmosphere of the banquet to its climax, the Saint Lady suddenly spoke loudly without warning. She seemed to have used some kind of amplification magic, and her sweet and clear voice instantly spread throughout the entire venue.

"I'm sorry to disturb you all on this occasion. But I do have some bad news for you all... and it's bad news that doesn't surprise me at all."

The beautiful deep purple eyes of this chosen saint looked around calmly, and there was even a hint of coldness in her gaze.

"The evil cult besieging Field City is called the Nightmare Cult. And right now, a spy from the Nightmare Cult is infiltrating the city, holding a high position..."

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As soon as these words were spoken, the entire banquet hall erupted in an uproar. Guests chatted and looked at each other, and for a moment, everyone around them looked like a cult spy. The priests of abundance quietly distanced themselves from the magicians, and the wealthy foreign merchants and local nobles looked at each other with disgust.

Even Raymond was caught off guard. He wasn't surprised by the spy, but he was surprised that this chosen saint would just spill the beans without even consulting him.

He took the opportunity to glare at Berea, meaning, I asked you to contact this saint, but you didn't even bother to talk to me!

Bereya rolled her eyes at him unhappily, meaning that she asked you to hold a banquet right away without even holding a military meeting to share intelligence between the two sides, and you still have the nerve to criticize me!

"But please rest assured, everyone. According to the information I received, the spy is not among you. The Archbishop and the Knights will handle this matter." Sharlelei raised her voice, and faint mental ripples spread out, silently soothing the guests. "Also, the Griffin Messenger also brought good news..."

Gradually, everyone present quieted down, and their eyes were focused on the girl, as if they regarded her as the backbone of the banquet, leaving Archbishop Raymond aside.

Sallelei paused briefly, whetting the guests' appetites before saying with a smile, "Duke Dravi has received Field City's request for assistance. He will soon eliminate the hindering cult army and come to their aid. Please don't worry, the goddess has mercy on the righteous, and Field City will be safe!"

As soon as these words were spoken, after a brief silence, the entire venue burst into cheers.

"The goddess has mercy on the righteous" was just a common religious auspicious phrase, but when uttered by a "chosen saint" like Sharlene, it was particularly persuasive. For a moment, everyone even forgot about the spy and was only focused on celebrating.

Sharlele smiled calmly as she observed the priests of the Church of Plenty in the crowd. Korresa had no idea who the traitor within the Church of Plenty was, nor did she know the extent of the infiltration.

That was why she wanted to alert the enemy and let the traitor come out on his own. The half-true, half-false news she had just spread was also for this purpose.

It is true that there is a spy in the city, but it is false that he is not among the guests present. It is true that Duke Dravi was tripped up by the cult army, but it is false that they will be able to provide assistance immediately.

All of this was to create an illusion - Field already knew that there was a spy in the city, but they didn't know who it was, and Duke Dravi's reinforcements were about to arrive. As long as they could hold on for a while, the cultists' actions would completely fail.

This was equivalent to a wake-up call to the cultist: although he had not been exposed yet, if he did not take action, the situation would be hopeless.

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