Succubus cannot be a saint

Just... that's all? Didn't they do anything further? No? Great, thank goodness they didn't... No, why did I feel so relieved? What did she do with that little idiot?

The expression on the girl's pretty face kept changing, sometimes relaxed, sometimes annoyed, and sometimes gritting her teeth.

Lately, she'd been constantly wondering, "Where is that evil woman now, and what is she doing?" Not only had she been unable to concentrate on her research, but she'd also been making frequent slips of the tongue while lecturing those foolish succubi whose heads were full of spring. And when the mirror lit up just now, it felt like a flower of ecstasy had blossomed in her heart.

"As soon as she leaves, I lose the rational and calm mindset that a mage should have. So, I can't... let her disturb my mind like this anymore. I have to think of a solution."

The girl sat in a wheelchair with her knees hugged and her head lowered. Her eyes, one yellow and one blue, stared straight at the void in front of her from behind her knees, and a dark light flashed in her pupils.

"Mother Philanya, you said that the magic used to create the communication mirror is the technology of the ancient 'Mithril Dream'. It is almost impossible to reproduce it now, but... I'm sorry, I, I want to give it a try..."

"Hey, Miss Mirror is silent..."

On the other side, Isadore put down the communication mirror in distress and scratched her hair.

The young succubus was thinking hard. Velie's words stirred the lake in her heart, causing ripples of anxiety to spread out.

"But she said that Sister Sasha and I only have this kind of relationship... What does 'this' mean? Could it be that... isn't that enough? Isn't the relationship between Sister Sasha and I special enough? What would it take to be considered special enough...?"

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Meanwhile, in Berea's room.

“A-choo! …A-choo!”

Sallelei's two sudden sneezes scared Berea so much that she almost jumped up from the massage bed naked.

"Little Sallelei, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, she was lying on the massage bed, the girl's body fragrance mixed with the rose incense, making her feel a little dizzy. The woman's smooth bare back, with firm and tight muscle lines, was also covered with essential oils, shining with a charming and shiny luster.

"I'm fine, maybe...haha, I just caught a cold...it's okay, sister, let's continue. Where were we just now?"

Shailele stood beside Berea, rubbing her nose in confusion. Logically, as a succubus, she wouldn't be affected by normal temperature fluctuations, and the room was warm with a stove, so she shouldn't catch a cold.

Bereya smiled shyly and apologetically. "Um...um...Speaking of the current situation of the Knights, um...I'm sorry, little Sallelei. You came here specially to give me a massage today, but I still have to talk about something difficult to understand..."

"It's okay, Sister Bereya. I've told you that you can tell me whatever's on your mind." Where Bereya couldn't see, a charming smile appeared on the pretty face of the "Saint Lady."

At the same time, a faint voice sounded in Berea's heart.

This voice murmured. As long as she was with this girl, she could pour out her heart to her without reservation, revealing all her fatigue, pain, anxiety and fear, and revealing another side of herself that no one else knew...

Gradually, the voice in her heart and the voice of Salares mixed together little by little, and finally became indistinguishable from each other, echoing in her chaotic mind.

"Whether it's the difficulties facing the Knights or your own... didn't I tell you? No matter what it is, you can tell me. Come on, tell me everything..."

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 183: The Knight's Shameful Confession

"Little Charlene, you should have realized that I, I am an unqualified Knight Commander..."

Lying on the massage bed, feeling the soft little hands massaging and kneading her back, immersed in that comfortable and happy gentle land, Berea's misty watery eyes slowly closed, and even her voice was filled with a hint of charm.

"Wow... Little Charlene, did you learn all these massage techniques from the maids? Why are you so skilled..."

While enjoying the wonderful feel of the knight sister's strong muscles, Shalelei chuckled and said, "No, I just learned the basics. Sister, don't praise me anymore, just continue."

She has never learned any massage skills, she just relies on her charm to do it well.

Also, this is clearly a case of taking advantage.

"Then...then I'll continue..."

"My mentor, the previous Knight Commander... after Bishop Raymond became the Archbishop of Field, he recommended me to the church headquarters and transferred me away from Field. Then..."

When Bereya said this, she bit her lip and her eyes dimmed slightly.

"And then you were pushed to the position of leader by Archbishop Raymond?" Sallelei's hands did not stop, and her fingertips gently stroked the woman's strong back muscles.

"...Yeah." Bereya whispered, "Actually...according to seniority, Uncle Waldo should be the leader of this group."

Salarei thought of the knight who almost called Berea by her name. "But because you're stronger than him?"

"Well... I passed the intermediate extraordinary warrior assessment two years ago, the same as Waldo, but he still hasn't passed the temple's advanced assessment. Plus, the Knights have always had a tradition of taming griffins. 'Golden Wing's' feathers were golden when he hatched, believed to be blessed by the goddess. He and I grew up together, and he only obeys my orders, so..."

"I understand. That's why it's called the Knights of the 'Feather of Glory'." Sharlele suddenly realized and sneered in her heart.

They recommended the previous leader to the church headquarters, using this as an excuse to transfer him away from Field, and then nominated a young woman who was powerful but lacked character and experience, and could be easily manipulated, to take over as leader, thus firmly controlling the entire Knights Order...

Perhaps even the rumor that the Griffin "Golden Wing" was blessed by the goddess was spread by the archbishop.

It seems that Archbishop Raymond is quite good at promoting someone in public but demoting him in private.

"And, and after I became the leader...!" Bereya's voice suddenly rose a little, and Shalelei gently pinched her shoulders and whispered in her ear: "Come on, Sister Bereya, it's time to turn over."

"Eh...? Do you want to lie on your back?" Bereya's face flushed. Salare nodded as if it was a matter of course. "Yes, I want to massage the front of my body."

"Okay... well..."

Berea took a deep breath, slowly turned over, and lay on the massage bed, exposing her body to Sharlelei's sight with a flushed face.

The Saint Lady smiled, and without hesitation, she began to perform detailed geological measurements with her soft hands covered in essential oil, causing the blushing female knight to let out a soft cry.

"We haven't finished talking yet. Let's continue, Sister Bereya... What will happen after you become the leader of the Knights?"

The girl's gentle voice echoed in the female knight's mind. Her expression gradually became dazed, and she murmured, "I... Ever since I became the leader of the Knights, there have been many... many voices of opposition within the Knights... They think Uncle Waldo is more suitable to be the leader, and Waldo also bluntly expressed his hope that I would step down..."

"I understand, Sister Bereya. This position carries a heavy burden, and you're not fully prepared. I understand... So, what then?"

"But... Archbishop Raymond insisted that I be the leader... And I, Goddess, please forgive me, at that time... I was blinded by pride and anger. I felt that the Archbishop had chosen me, and that I deserved this position... I had a big argument with Uncle Waldo, and I told him that I would never give up the position of leader, and that I would become a leader even better than my mentor..."

"At that time, he looked at me coldly and said, 'Time will tell', and then left. At that time, I didn't understand the weight of this burden. Every decision I made was responsible for every one of my comrades. I had to manage their battles, their training, and their lives..."

"I was so naive back then... I always thought that all I had to do was bask in the goddess's glory, lead the Knights in their struggle, eliminate the cultists, and protect the people of the city, and I would become a qualified and competent leader. But I was wrong..."

"My knights, my comrades, they are not angels who need no food or drink and fight only for the goddess. They are ordinary people with flesh and blood, families, lives, and joys and sorrows. Fighting... fighting is far from the end of their lives..."

Amidst this dreamlike monologue, tears gradually welled up in Bereya's azure eyes. She didn't care that she was lying naked in front of Salaret, sobbing softly as she covered her face.

Now, after stripping off the bright coat, sturdy armor and illustrious reputation of the "Holy Bow Knight", what is revealed to the public is just a young girl who can laugh, cry, be shy, and whose mind is far from mature.

Tears flowed from between her fingers, and Berea's delicate body trembled slightly. After she cried for a while, Sharlele gently grabbed her hand and wiped the tears from the woman's cheeks with a handkerchief.

"Little Salares..." Berea stared at her through her blurred tears, while Salares' fingers stroked her cheek and landed on her lips.

"Hush... I understand, Sister Berea. I know how you feel. As the leader of the Knights, your orders mean everything to them, and their lives rest on your shoulders... So, what difficulties are the Knights facing now?"

"Yes..." Bereya closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face once again. She was silent for a long moment before her lips moved and she managed to utter a single word, "...money."

Sharlelei wasn't surprised by this answer. Bereya's knight's uniform showed some signs of wear and tear, and Waldo had stopped her in front of her room and handed her a thick account book...

All this proves that there is a problem with the Knights' finances.

"I imagined many difficulties the Knights would face... We might encounter cunning cultists and ferocious demons, but I never expected that the first and most difficult enemy we encountered would be those jingling coins! And I, and I, in front of it, made a grave mistake that a knight should never make..."

Suddenly, Berea sat up abruptly, regardless of being naked, and grabbed Salelei's hand, looking at her with tears in her eyes.

"Little Salleh, no... Saint, please allow me to confess my sins to you. Please listen to my sins..."

Confession? At this moment? Shailelei almost blurted out, "Sister Bereya, you must be joking."

But at this moment, the female knight rested her forehead on Salleh's hand, looking at her with tears in her eyes through the gaps between her fingers, her eyes full of hope and desire, just like a believer who was feeling extremely guilty and was confessing to a nun.

If... this believer wasn't completely naked, his skin glistening with oil, and if Salares, the saint who listened to confessions, wasn't wearing only underwear...

What is this? With a flick of the Saint Lady’s hand, the repentant souls of the believers fly to heaven?

"I understand, Sister Bereya, I will listen to your confession..."

But after all, the show had to be carried out to the end, and his hypnosis was also amazingly effective. In just two days, this naive Holy Bow Knight had opened his heart to him.

Slowly, a charming smile appeared on the face of the "Saint Lady," and she gently lifted Berea's face. The female knight stared blankly at those gentle and deep purple eyes, and couldn't help but sink into those charming gazes.

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Hey, I feel like these few chapters of Hypnotize Bereya are likely to be banned, so read them and cherish them...

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 184: The Crisis of the Knights

"I, I must confess to you... About six months ago... the Knights faced a serious shortage of military funds. The knights and their squires had not yet received their pay..."

If you just listen to the voice, you might think it is a devout believer praying to the nun.

But if you add the intermittent gasps amidst the voice, the flavor of the confession changes. Not to mention the dripping sound of liquid friction, which gives the confession a completely different undertone.

"And then? Keep going, Sister Bereya..."

At this moment, the "Holy Bow Knight" of Field City was standing in front of the mirror in shame. The woman's strong body, which was the result of years of exercise, was covered with shiny oil. The candlelight reflected on her fair skin, and even the scars left by the battle were highlighted with a hint of charm.

A pair of white arms emerged from under her armpits, and slender fingers danced up and down deftly, just like playing a musical instrument.

"Little Charlene... is this really a massage?" As the "instrument" being played, Berea's heart was naturally shaken, her face flushed, her lips slightly parted, and she was panting.

"Call me Saint, my sinful little believer..." A pair of enchanting purple eyes peeked out from behind Bereya. Salare chuckled softly, "This isn't a massage, this is confession, okay? Sister Bereya, don't hold back from me. Come on, tell me what mistakes you've made..."

"Yes, yes, I, I will tell you, Lady Saint..." Berea's breathing became heavier and heavier. A soft body pressed against her back, and two soft lumps pressed against her spine, making it impossible for her to even think. She was like a puppet, being controlled and directed by the beautiful voice of the girl behind her.

"When I went to ask Archbishop Raymond for military funds, he told me that Field City was in financial trouble and could no longer pay the knights... He suggested that we provide military assistance to the surrounding nobles under the banner of 'Divine Intervention'..."

"But, but...! That's all fake, a lie. This 'divine intervention' is nothing more than asking our Knights to become mercenaries, collecting commissions and plundering along the way, using that as their pay..."

Despite the alluring gasps, Berea's voice still held a hint of pain and anger.

"I... I rejected the proposal, but the Archbishop then suggested another way to raise funds from the residents of Field and other noble territories... He sent people to take our discarded weapons on a traveling exhibition, claiming they were 'holy relics' that could ward off evil spirits, and encouraged people to buy them... But those weapons didn't have that power at all!"

Hearing this, Sharlelei's little hands that were kneading Berea's breasts couldn't help but stop.

...Wait, the legend that the "armor used by the Holy Archer Knight can repel evil spirits" didn't come from here? Isn't this pure fraud!

My goodness, mercenaries and fraud gangs are out.

"Then... do you agree?"

"...Yes... I, I can only agree to his second proposal... Please listen to my confession... Haah... Please punish me, Saint, I have committed the crime of deception, I..."

Tears fell one by one onto her oil-smeared skin, then vanished in an instant as Salora's fingers kneaded her. Berea wept uncontrollably, practically collapsing in Salora's arms. Her leopard-like, sturdy body gleamed with oil in the candlelight, creating a dazzling contrast of perversity and immorality with her sincere confession.

At this moment, the girl's gentle voice sounded again.

"So, has the Knights' financial problem been resolved?"

"No... Saint, it wasn't resolved... I agreed to the 'Holy Relic Tour' without telling the rest of the Knights, and I did get some money, but it didn't last long. We soon encountered a financial crisis again, and Archbishop Raymond told me that he had planned a second 'Holy Relic Tour' for me to raise money, but I didn't agree..."

"Then...then, for some unknown reason, over the past three months, there have been frequent cases of civilian disappearances in Field City and the surrounding noble territories. There have also been voices within the Knights calling for my impeachment...And then, the cultists arrived..."

Now, Sharlene understood everything.

"Lady Saint, Lady Saint... Do you know? Sometimes, sometimes I envy you, I envy Jin Yi..."

The delicate body covered with scented oil trembled, and the female knight's breathing became heavier. She slowly lowered her head, staring at the ground with lifeless eyes, revealing a sad smile.

"Are you envious of Jin Yi?"

That griffin?

"Yes... it... it doesn't need to make a choice. It doesn't need to choose between a series of bad options and worse options like I do... It doesn't need to think about anything, it doesn't need to take any responsibilities... It just needs to obey orders, just need to wear a collar... That way, it will be easier..."

——It’s been said.

Speak out what's in your heart.

The moment she realized this, Bereya's entire body trembled even more violently, and her mind went blank. But for some reason, a strange sense of relief suddenly welled up from the bottom of her heart.

Hahaha……

This was the true face of the Holy Archer Knight. No one could have imagined that the renowned Paladin, stripped of his armor, removed his helmet, and unveiled his mask, would reveal himself to be such a woman.

She raised her head, her messy hair wet with sweat on her cheeks. Looking at her shameless figure in the mirror, her eyes finally fell on her fair neck.

If only there was a collar there...

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The next morning, in the cathedral's meeting hall.

"Thank you very much for your generosity, Archbishop Raymond. I will deliver the Magic Hand Engine to you today and send a team of engineers to assist you in installing it on the city defense ballista."

Sharlelei put the contract on the table with a smile, while Raymond, who was sitting opposite her, twitched his mouth slightly and looked painful.

After making Berea "confess" yesterday and understanding the financial situation of the Knights Templar, Sallelei dealt a heavy blow to Archbishop Raymond today.

While she was making money, she was also wondering maliciously whether the money Archbishop Raymond used to buy the engine included the money earned by the Knights' "Holy Relic Tour"?

If the archbishop said that he did not secretly embezzle money when making money in this way, Sharlele would never believe it.