The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

Margaret nodded and asked:

"Then you mean..."

"My opinion is that Soul Hunting Witch Stephanie attacked the convoy of Saintess Margaret leaving the capital, but she didn't expect Saintess Serena to sneak into the convoy to see her friends off."

"Stephanie, who miscalculated the opponent's strength, fled in embarrassment after paying the price of being injured."

"Thus, justice defeats evil, but evil may still make a comeback... I think this result is the most appropriate."

Margaret carefully tasted the meaning of Serena's words, and nodded slowly.

She could roughly guess that Serena wanted to use Stephanie for something.

Now that Serena has the overall idea, she doesn't need to object.

Soon, the whole team unified the caliber.

Half an hour later, Margaret bid farewell to Serena and set foot on her way home.

Serena, on the other hand, rode on the steed, raised her arm and pointed at the capital.

"Let's go, let's go home!"

Chapter 44 Serena's Demon Rescue Plan

"Ha, isn't this much better?"

Moira carefully tied the ribbon around Stephanie's broken neck, covering the somewhat scary cut, and then carefully placed Stephanie on the red velvet cushion.

After finishing, she nodded with satisfaction, placed Stephanie and the exquisite box in front of the mirror, and asked what was said above.

Stephanie glanced at Moira coldly through the mirror, full of displeasure.

These days, a little girl who is nothing can play with her Stephanie like a toy!

What did she do wrong to be so humiliated?

However, when she carefully looked at the reflection in the mirror, she had to admit that at least the treatment she received now was much better than that in the soup pot.

I just don't know when I will be able to activate my spare body...

Just when Stephanie's thoughts became more and more wandering, Serena walked into the room.

Moira bowed and withdrew.

"Yo, it looks like you don't hate your new home."

Serena, who was smiling, went to the dressing table and looked at Stephanie in the box.

Stephanie blinked uncomfortably - she didn't like this perspective of the defeated, but she couldn't change it.

In the end, she could only say coldly:

"If you have any means, go ahead, even if I die, I will never become a running dog of the church!"

Serena shook her fingers easily, and said:

"I didn't intend to make you a running dog of some church."

Stephanie froze for a moment, then asked:

"Aren't you a saint? Or the next chief saint."

This is a fact that she only knew not long ago, and she was shocked by it for a long time.

After being shocked, she finally understood why these fellow clansmen participated in the siege of her—cooperating with you, you have already become lackeys of the church!

Stephanie was not completely incomprehensible.

This world is really too difficult. Due to various reasons, the demons have long become the targets of the world's screaming and killing, and they can only linger in those inaccessible places.

If she can survive by actively joining the powerful side, Stephanie doesn't want to be too harsh on these hopeless fellows.

But the witch hunt has her own pride.

Even if she has only her head left, is bound by layers of magic and divine arts, and can only live in a box of humiliation every day, she will never surrender!

Someone has to stand up and tell the world that the Demon Race still has a backbone, and even if it costs everything, Stephanie will not hesitate.

"I am a saint, but this does not contradict my desire to help the demons."

Serena said with a smile.

As for Stephanie, she definitely wouldn't use the means of fooling Naomi to talk about demon gods.

But she believed that Stephanie, who was rational enough, could be persuaded by herself.

Serena knew exactly what Stephanie wanted, and it wasn't impossible.

"You want to help the demons?"

Stephanie's eyes widened.

It's not a question of whether she wants to believe it or not.

No one thinks it's impossible—this semi-succubus named Serena has become a disciple of the chief saint, and is already the core existence of the church. From any point of view, it shouldn't be self-destructive to interfere with it. It's about the demons.

"Well, I think."

Serena's voice was full of sincerity.

"Now that I have gained a firm foothold in the church, I can somewhat spare some energy to help my fellow clansmen. I was powerless before, but now that I have the ability, I naturally have to think of ways. Isn't that reasonable?"

"But the church and the demons themselves are deadly enemies, are you talking in your sleep?"

Stephanie felt that there was no need for Serena to lie to herself at the moment - she was already like this, so what's the value of lying?

But she also didn't want to believe that Serena was telling the truth.

Are there still few demons who died at the hands of the church?

The blood feud accumulated from generation to generation is not so easy to let go.

Even if Serena is telling the truth, it is still fanciful.

"I know there's a deep vendetta between the two sides, but it's not irresolvable."

Serena explained patiently.

"First of all, the demon race is actually a race recognized by the goddess St. Gillian. I carefully studied the goddess' policies when she was alive, and found that she did not mean to regard the demon race as a different kind at all. As long as the demon race is willing to get along with other humans, she will well placed."

"Secondly, after hundreds of years of fighting, most of the existing demons don't want to fight with humans anymore. If they can have a piece of land of their own, they are all willing to live and work in peace."

In the previous life, Serena actually discovered this point, and based on this point, she tried many times to negotiate peace with the human kingdom.

But at that time, she neither had the strength to deter the nations nor the reputation to convince them.

As a last resort, she had no choice but to turn to fight to promote peace, trying to create a world belonging to the demons.

Unfortunately, it failed in the end.

The hatred became deeper and deeper in the war, and finally turned into life and death with no room for life.

And the lame abilities and single-minded thinking of most of the demon subordinates consumed Serena's mental strength in different scenarios, leaving her with no energy left to think of other paths.

But this time is different.

Serena felt that, given her current position, she had caught up with the excellent opportunity of the church's upcoming comprehensive reform, and perhaps she could really find a way out for the demon race compatriots.

And when she exerts her strength in the church, there must be someone on the Demon Race side to integrate the loose sand and restrain these rebellious existences.

Stephanie in front of her is the best candidate.

Strength, rationality, and reputation among the demons, Stephanie has all of them, which are incomparable advantages of other demons.

There may be no second person who can take on the same heavy responsibility.

Serena explained her thoughts calmly, and was delighted to see that Stephanie showed a thoughtful look.

A few minutes later, Stephanie shifted her gaze to Serena's face and asked:

"So you made me like this just to say this to me?"

"Of course, you can also think about it yourself. If you hadn't fallen to this point, would you have listened to these words carefully?"

Serena's rhetorical question made Stephanie smile bitterly.

Indeed, if it wasn't like this, she really wouldn't listen to what the human saint said.

It's fight or flight, there will be no dialogue of equality.

"You can think about my proposal first."

After a few more minutes, Serena stood up.

"Anyway, I haven't got the inheritance of the chief saintess yet, and there is still enough time before launching the plan."

"But you must be clear that this may be the last chance for the demons - if you miss this window, even if I have become the chief saint, it is impossible for this kind of thing to become a reality again."

Stephanie lowered her eyes.

"Understood, I will think about it carefully."

Chapter 45 Teacher, please do something!

"Teacher, don't you really think that there is something strange about Margaret being attacked?"

Serena stared straight at Ingrid, causing the latter to show a rare look of shrinking.

However, after a few seconds, Ingrid straightened her chest and replied:

"No, I do think there must be something wrong with it."

"But you neither told me your news channel nor your deduction process, and then told me directly that you think it was done by His Majesty the King - how can I answer this?"

Serena smiled sheepishly.

Indeed, out of consideration for the safety of Viscount Lemes, she did not tell Ingrid how they knew Margaret would be attacked.

Nor did it tell Ingrid how the mighty Stephanie fell into the sand.

Skip a lot of things and directly tell King Ingrid that she broke the rules and gave Margaret a kill order, which is really not convincing.

Even if Ingrid wanted to protect the people on her side, she really didn't know how to raise it with others.

After all, even if she is the chief saint, if she wants to change something, she must pass the council of cardinals.

And if you want to convince the Council of Cardinals to be suspicious and directly confront Tempus, who is generally in a stable position, let alone Margaret is actually unscathed, even if this saint who has just made great achievements dies on the way home, The Council of Cardinals also had difficulty reaching such an agreement.

But Serena still wants to work hard - after all, Margaret is her woman.

"Teacher, since you also feel that this attack has something to do with the king, what should we do?"

Serena put on a coquettish and pleading expression, and grabbed Ingrid's hand.

Ingrid struggled instinctively, but she still couldn't get rid of Serena, so she could only reply like this:

"What do you expect me to do? Can I still rush into the palace and use divine magic to judge the king?"

"Even if I'm willing to do it, I'm afraid I won't be able to live long enough to release the divine spell—the court mages there are not vegetarians."

"Also, even if I can succeed, the king's courtiers will immediately support the king's youngest son as the successor, and then issue an order to crusade against the church. The nobles of the whole country will stand in front of us, and we have no chance of winning..."

"Where did you go!"

Serena shook Ingrid's hand dumbfounded.

"I didn't want you to do such a dangerous thing! Not only would the probability of success be low, but it would actually be useless."

"I just thought, there are actually a lot of capable people in the church, and we can actually organize these people and build a quick response force directly under the Pope and the Chief Holy Maiden."

"When we think there is danger, these people can be arranged to guard key figures."

"And when there are enemies that cannot be dealt with by normal means, we can also spy on news in advance, develop insiders, and even..."

Serena didn't say anything, but the sternness in her eyes already explained everything.

Ingrid frowned in embarrassment.

"It sounds good, but this kind of thing is not something I can decide."

"I can only say that I will list this matter【=&