Succubus cannot be a saint

Isn't the title "Master" more intimate than "Saint Lady"...

While she was hesitating, Isadore ran over, jumped onto the bed, and began to massage Charlotte's shoulders.

Seeing the soft and plump breasts swaying, Berea blushed and walked over. The two of them naturally massaged her shoulders together.

Isn't this new guy a little shameless?!

Only Durenna stood there, wishing she could throw all her pride into the fire pit.

"The battle to defend the city is over. What are Archbishop Raymond's plans for the future?" Salile asked casually, twirling her hair.

"He plans to gather troops, take the initiative to attack and wipe out the remaining enemy forces, then capture the territory of Baron Miles and rescue Miss Iharion... Then he hopes... to continue to borrow your Holy Maiden Army..." Berea blushed, her eyes fixed on the girl's white fingers entwined with her hair.

"This is considered 'borrowing a ballista operator', and there's an extra charge." Sharlelei chuckled faintly, then stopped smiling. "Ms. Iharin..."

The thought of meeting her lover from her "past life" left Shalelei feeling a bit overwhelmed. She had completely inherited and integrated the memories and emotions of "Shalelei Dravi," so the thought of Angeldel brought a faint pang of sadness to her heart.

It’s like living a second life in a dream. That little corner in my heart is like an old, dusty mirror. I don’t feel anything at ordinary times, but when I wipe off the thick dust, I can see an old, sour crack on the mirror, which hurts a little when I touch it.

But soon, Shalelei put this idea behind her.

"Berea..." she murmured, and the female knight seemed to be immersed in some strange fantasy, and immediately answered loudly and charmingly, "Yes! Master!"

Sensing something amiss in the atmosphere, Sharlelei looked up to see the Holy Archer kneeling on the carpet with a seductive look on his face. Isadore and Durenna both had strange expressions, and even Berea's face began to turn pale.

Although they were nominally the master and the servants, Sharlele was usually humble and treated her servants as sisters. Not only did Berea call her the master, she also knelt down on her own initiative with a humble attitude, which really shocked the two succubi.

"No, no..." Bereya was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. "This, this is..."

"Ahem." Salares smiled and watched for a while. Seeing that Durenna and Isadore's expressions were getting weirder and weirder, she spoke up to help. "This is... a hobby. It's like..."

She glanced at Durenna, mouthed "Sally," then turned to Isadore and tapped her nose. The two succubi immediately blushed and turned away without saying a word.

"Sister Berea, tell me the number of knights and priests, as well as the gender ratio." Shalelei said thoughtfully. In her plan, if she wanted to get her hands on Field City, the second largest piece of meat in the Western Territory, she had to go through the three elite forces under Archbishop Raymond.

Not to mention the Battle Sisters, whose entire membership is composed of women, making them a perfect breeding ground for the succubus virus.

"Yes... yes, Master. Not counting the retinue, the Knights of the Radiant Feathers have a total of over 300 members, with over 50 women... The priests are over 70, with over 40 women..."

Sharlelei was a little surprised. She didn't expect that there were so many women in these two combat groups. This would make it very easy for her to assimilate.

But if you think about it carefully, this is not surprising to Kun personally. There are supernatural powers in this world. From the overall probability point of view, the chances of women and men awakening supernatural powers are almost equal.

As a result, women comprised a much larger proportion of ordinary combatants in this world than on Earth at the same time. Not only did female nobles specifically hire and train female combat guards, but there were also quite a few female officers and knights in the military.

Moreover, because women's spiritual perception is generally more acute than men's, the overall number of female priests is even greater than that of male priests. This is also why there are slightly more female priests in the Church of Plenty and Light.

Of course, this does not include beliefs like the God of War and the Lord of Storms, which are full of the stench of men.

However, even within the Church of Plenty and Light, no woman had ever held the position of Pope, which was a pity for Sallelei. She had never seen a female Pope on Earth and wanted to see one in another world.

"Master, do you want to... take Field for yourself?" Bereya asked softly, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

"Of course. Didn't I say we wanted to free the Knights from the Archbishop's control?" Sharlene glanced at her with a smile, then faltered. "But I have another question for you. What exactly is the Saint's Assessment for the Church of Light like?"

As if the question wasn't specific enough, she added, "For example, will you use divine magic to scan me to see if I'm a monster or something?"

This question immediately stumped Berea. She stared at Salare for a long moment before saying, "Well, Master, I don't think anyone would have guessed that the 'saint' who could cast the divine arts of light was actually a succubus..."

Salaret: “…………”

That seems to be the case.

Afterwards, Berea stumbled over the assessment procedures required for canonization - it was nothing more than verifying church membership, examining family background and past experiences, confirming that the person was a devout believer with a clean background, and finally verifying whether the "saint" truly possessed the Goddess's gift.

Generally speaking, even if there were truly evil demons trying to disguise themselves as saints, they would be defeated at the final stage. After all, demons or cultists couldn't use Holy Light, so how could they disguise themselves with magical items like Poison Peony?

It's okay to cheat the mid-level priest Mylin, but forget about cheating the Saint Assessment of the Light|Holy See.

Unlike the spell of abundance, the spell of light has a very strong "demon-breaking" property. Monsters or cultists will be exposed once they are illuminated by the holy light. This is why Poison Peony chose to impersonate a priest of abundance instead of a priest of light - I can't do it.

As for Salaret's situation...

Not to mention the Pope of Light, even if you pull all the idiots in the Seven Orthodox Churches over and rack their brains, they can't imagine how there can be such a thing as a succubus in the world that can cast light magic. So they probably won't use a magic to detect the species of creatures to scan Sharlele, but will only use holy light to shine on her.

But Sharlelei is not afraid of the Holy Light.

She herself is the Holy Light!

"However, the goddess hasn't given any revelation for a long time. You are probably the first saint in more than a hundred years..." Berea said finally.

According to her, a few hundred years ago, the revelations of the Goddess of Light were quite frequent, about once every few decades on average. She would create a saint, or write an obscure prophecy into the Pope's head, leaving it to them to interpret.

But after the "Demon Rebellion", the goddess seemed to have fallen asleep, and in recent years, she has not given any revelation for more than a hundred years.

It is no wonder that the Pope attaches so much importance to the "saint" Salares.

However, not long after Sallelei put her mind at ease, Archbishop Raymond brought her a piece of bombshell news a few days later.

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 200: Ah? I Meet the Pope?

In the cathedral's meeting hall, Salleh once again met Archbishop Raymond and Reverend Whitham. Both of them looked unwell, as if they had just stayed up all night, with dark circles under their eyes.

"Your Highness the Saint." Archbishop Raymond forced a smile and pushed an exquisite wooden box over.

Sharlele nodded and smiled at him, then took the wooden box and gently opened it. But as soon as the box was opened a little, a bright holy light burst out!

A powerful holy aura permeated the room, unexpectedly converging into a pure white halo. The lid of the box slowly opened, finally revealing the true form of the holy light—a swan-shaped necklace crafted from mithril, its eyes inlaid with sapphires and its wings dotted with diamonds.

But no matter how expensive and beautiful the gem is, it will pale in comparison to the bright holy light it emits.

Gradually, the holy light it radiated faded, leaving only a clear, restrained glow flowing quietly across the necklace's surface. Shailelei suppressed her amazement, gently stroking its warm, smooth surface, and raised her eyes. "Archbishop, what is this...?"

"It's called the 'Sleeping Swan,' a sacred object treasured by the cathedral. In terms of worldly rank, it's a high-level magical item." Archbishop Raymond coughed lightly, a hint of pride on his face, and added, "It's even one rank higher than the 'Shadow of the Spring Goddess' of the Church of Plenty."

When Sharlele heard this, she understood that he naturally knew about the harp of Poison Peony, and he also tacitly agreed to Sharlele taking it for herself.

Just like the grades of extraordinary strong men, magic items are roughly divided into five levels: elementary, intermediate, advanced, top-level, and legendary, as well as "inferior" levels such as magic lamps.

Although there are no rigid standards for the classification of magic items and most of them are based on intuition, just looking at the brilliant holy light blooming from the "Sleeping Swan", it is indeed not wrong to say that it is better than the "Shadow of the Spring Goddess". It might even be an understatement.

"This holy relic has two main uses. The first is purification. It can resist and cleanse evil spirits and has a natural ability to suppress evil monsters. The second is soothing. It can block all mental interference below a high level and has a strong defensive ability against high-level mental attacks and above."

Archbishop Raymond smiled and said, "It was created by a saint six hundred years ago. Now that it has fallen into the hands of another saint, it can be considered a good home."

Holding the wooden box in her hand, the corners of Sharlene's mouth twitched strangely.

Although it can suppress evil spirits, but in the hands of a genuine succubus like her, this holy object didn't even make a sound and was extremely well-behaved.

"Your Highness, you have done a great favor to the city of Field. Please do not refuse and accept it." Pastor Whitham nodded. Seeing that he said so, Sharlelei no longer refused. She smiled and nodded in thanks, and put the necklace around her neck.

She wasn't wearing a low-cut dress today, but a dignified pure white monastic robe. But even so, the tiny silver swan on her chest created a faint groove in the valley of her clothes, causing the two old men in front of her to stare blankly for a second.

"Besides that, I have some good news to share with you." After a moment of lapse, Archbishop Raymond coughed, "Yesterday, the priests and I held another divine service and communicated with His Holiness the Pope."

Oh, it seems you called the Pope again and let the goddess be the operator.

"The emergency canonization resolution of the Holy Flame Castle has been completed. The Pope and the Church of Virtue have decided to grant you the title of saint." Raymond paused here. Sallelei was also slightly stunned. She didn't expect that the canonization resolution would come out so quickly, and even the assessment procedure had not been carried out.

Perhaps it was because of this that she suddenly smelled something unusual in these words, and the joy in her heart was suppressed.

However, she wasn't thrilled to be a saint. With the sainthood as her banner, she could pursue her succubus assimilation project even more recklessly.

I wonder what expression the Pope will have when he finds out that the "saint" he has canonized is the leader of the succubus.

"Isn't this a bit too fast?" Sharlelei hesitated, revealing a look that was half happy and half worried. "This doesn't seem to be in line with the procedure, right?"

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures." Archbishop Raymond looked at her with a complicated gaze, filled with fear, envy, and even a hint of jealousy. "If His Holiness wishes to receive you in person, consider it a test."

"Meet me?" Shalelei was startled. She hadn't expected to meet the ruler of the gigantic Church of Light just yet. This made her feel a little dizzy. "...Should I go to the Holy Flame Castle?"

Pope of Light Zephyr III. Even Sharlele, a less devout believer, had heard of his name and the countless titles surrounding him: the one favored by God, the angel on earth, the legendary powerhouse who presided over the Church of Light, and one of the extraordinary beings standing at the pinnacle of this continent.

"As I've said, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures." Archbishop Raymond shook his head. "The situation in the Western Territory is currently unstable, and the Holy Flame Castle is a long way off. Therefore, His Holiness has decided to utilize the 'Ceremony of Divinity' to hold a brief meeting with you in the Goddess' kingdom."

After that, he added, "The divine communication ceremony will be held in a week."

Salaret: “…Ah?”

If the news that the Pope of Light was going to personally meet with a succubus like her was already bombshell news that shook her to the core - she had originally thought that the Pope would only send a bishop - then this news was like a bomb that blew her away.

Even the joy of getting two magic items in a row was diluted by the shock.

Not only do I have to meet the Pope, but I also have to meet him in the goddess' kingdom?

Will I, a succubus pretending to be inspired by the goddess, be burned to ashes by the goddess' holy light as soon as I enter?

At this moment, Archbishop Raymond's face was not looking good either. Like Salares, he had originally thought that the Pope would send an envoy from the Holy Flame Castle to assess the Saint, but...

The Pope actually wanted to use a "divine ritual" to meet her directly. And it was in the goddess' kingdom.

Although the "Ceremony of Divinity" can only reach the edge of the Kingdom of God and cannot truly penetrate into the heavens overflowing with glory, it is still the Kingdom of the Goddess! For every believer in light, it is the supreme place and the true destination of the soul.

What a great honor it is to be received by the Pope under the gaze of the goddess!

But recently, when I cast my magic, I couldn't even feel the goddess' approval... Raymond suddenly smiled bitterly in his heart. This bitterness even overwhelmed his jealousy of Salaret, and a sense of emptiness echoed in his heart.

Although he still possessed the divine power bestowed by the goddess, and the goddess had not completely withdrawn her gift to him, Archbishop Raymond was still unsure whether he could ascend to heaven after his death.

But when he faced this holy lady chosen by God, the emptiness and bitterness in his heart instantly turned into a tenfold and a hundredfold increase in inferiority, as if his conscience was stabbing his heart with a spear.

Unlike herself, this upright Saint probably wouldn't feel any guilt when praying to the goddess.

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 201: Goblins and Terrible Apes (4k5)

——The siege of Field City is over.

Although the war ended with a great victory for the Field Army, leaving aside the soldiers defending the city, all the extraordinary and powerful people who participated in the battle felt that it was not real.

The flesh and blood giants of the Dark Mother of Fertility, the cult soldiers, and the evil creatures of the Black Goat all disappeared at the city gate as if it was a joke, leaving no trace behind.

It was not until this time that the extraordinary strong men turned their attention to the "weapons" that they had always looked down upon.

During this period of time, whenever this group of powerful and influential people held a meeting and mentioned the weapons that helped the Saint defeat the enemy, the two top hats from the Magician Association would be like a pair of mynah birds, one chirping in a roundabout way and praising the words, while the other sighed in a heart-wrenching voice.

"Oh, what a wonderful idea!"

"Alas, what a pity! What a pity!"

Archbishop Raymond was so annoyed that he wanted to kick the two mages out.

But he also knew why these two clowns were so "regretful". Although these weapons were enough to change the situation of the war, the problem was that the production was too small.

As mentioned before, not all magic apprentices can make magic items. Even if they can, they are limited by their personal magic power and their output cannot be increased.

These magic crossbows were sufficient for defending the city, but they were still insufficient for use in a kingdom-level war. As for the catapult magic crossbows, even the Archbishop's personal guards couldn't equip them all.

If we were to train those apprentice mages from scratch, who knows how much time and effort it would take. As for proper mages—letting a legitimate mage master make weapons for you like a poor carpenter? That's audacious!

Therefore, at this stage, there are only so many of these rare items, and as each one is used up, there is one less. In comparison, the Saint Lady who generously sold all her inventory to the Archbishop can naturally be considered noble and honorable.

Even though the archbishop had been stabbed countless times in secret, he could only put on a smile and praise the Saint for her generosity and kindness.

Over the past week, Bereya led her army to wipe out the remnants of the cult and liberate the surrounding noble territories. Sharlelei was also busy. After finding out that Ophelin's parents were safe, she called Willie and asked her to write a letter to Ophelin in Yuequan Town.

When the elf girl across the mirror heard that Shalelei had "called" her just for this kind of thing, her face immediately darkened. But Shalelei made her laugh and annoyed with just a few words, which made the little witch get the job done.

Then the Saint went into the library of the seminary to look up information about the demonic disaster and "forsaken by God".

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

Inside the seminary library, the rows of towering bookshelves were completely silent, with only the rustling of pages turning.

A girl in a pure white priestly gown stood among the bookshelves, turning the pages intently, her light flaxen hair hanging down. The morning sunlight fell on her body, and even the dust flying in the halo seemed quiet.

Therefore, when Durenna walked around the bookshelves, she couldn't help but be stunned and lost in thought. She didn't dare to disturb the seemingly sacred silence and peace. She just stood there quietly, her eyes lingering on the girl.

Soon, Sharlene's eyelashes fluttered, she closed the book, pursed her lips and smiled, "You're here."

"Lady Saint." Durenna finally came back to her senses, a faint blush of embarrassment spreading across her fair cheeks. She gently stepped forward and took the book from Sharlele's hand. "Did you find... what you were looking for?"

"No." Sallely frowned, her graceful demeanor vanishing instantly. Like a rose shaking the thorns on its stem, she released a savage, angry, and ferocious air. "These tomes are full of stories about how brutal the demons are and how horrific the wars are. As for how demons actually came about, they don't mention it at all."

Durenna couldn't help but sigh.

She knew that her succubus clan was "born" during the Demonic Calamity, and that the God of Love completely disappeared after the Demonic Calamity, which was also a matter of concern.

Throughout history, major churches have faced catastrophes and disasters. Even the Church of Light was destroyed several times. However, there were always prophets who received the Goddess's inspiration and reorganized the church. This has been passed down intermittently for over two thousand years. The same is true for other orthodox churches.

But the God of Love himself seemed to have fallen in a demonic disaster, and there has been no news of him in the past three hundred years.

"I don't think the documents of the Church of Light contain much about pagan gods." Sharlelei reached out and pulled a volume from the shelf, 'The Year of Terror: A Chronicle of Demonic Plagues.' "Even the doctrine of the God of Love is only briefly mentioned. I doubt they don't have a holy book on Love."

In addition, there is nothing mentioned in the seminary's tomes about what Sharlene cares about, that is, "forsaken by God."