Miss nun is a succubus

That is to say, even if he has a system, it's still a very poor one, and it's completely incomparable with his own.

"Since the Pope's sister has told little Latia, we don't have to worry about anything anymore."

Veronia and the others, the former brave men, began to tell some of the things that happened at the beginning, as if they were teaching Latia some experience of what to do after becoming a brave man.

But Latia was listening on the surface, but actually communicated with the system.

After all, if the brave Seth really has a system, even if he is not as good as himself, he is still a very, very difficult person.

The best way to solve him is to discuss with the system to see if there is any way to solve him.

She is the brave of the new generation. If she can't even defeat the fallen brave of the old age, can she really lead everyone to victory?

For this point, Latia is still very clear.

And the system's answer to her question is also quite interesting.

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Miss Succubus is a brave man: Chapter 120: After thinking about it, I seem to be really a 姛.

[The system is a special item born in the first era by combining alien civilization and local god civilization. 】

[It’s just different from the way alien civilization uses special energy and the local civilization uses magic power to drive, and uses “divine power”. 】

[This system is unique, but it does not rule out that some "systems" with much weaker functions absorb enough power to wake up after nearly ten thousand years of deep sleep from the second era to the third era. 】

[Because this system has nothing to do with them, it cannot be identified. 】

[This system only serves "Latia" and will not serve other people. 】

The system gave its own explanation for Latia's doubts.

Judging from the system's answer, it should have disclosed some secret information after [You] told itself a lot of information.

Of course, it doesn't mention the title of [Final Witch], it seems to be avoiding something.

"Sure enough, it is something left over from the first era..."

"And, if nothing else, this is the treasure of the Last Witch."

"Otherwise I won't be recognized by the system, and I won't be treated differently by [You]."

"Although the reason for my guess is based on the premise that the reward given to me by [You] can affect the system."

"But I think that's how it should be."

Latia is not smart if she is not smart, but she is not stupid.With so much information, yet so obvious, it's strange that she couldn't guess it.

She thought so in her heart, but she was still very happy that the system recognized her.

If there is no system, she is probably already a flannel ball of a certain demon king, and it would be more realistic to kill her in that case.

"So do you think the other party has a weak system? That's okay, as long as it's not as strong as you, I'm not afraid."

"Well, even if the other party has someone as powerful as you, it doesn't have to have nine goddesses to help me..."

What is Latia's confidence?

Not the system, not the bloodline of the final witch, but the favor of the nine goddesses.

With the favor of these nine goddesses, as long as what she does is not outrageous, then she is invincible.

Of course, the further she went, the more she had to rely on the system and the bloodline of the final witch.

The goddesses guarantee her lower limit, and the system and the final witch are the guarantee of her upper limit.

She had to consider whether her future self would be able to defeat the Demon King, and set that as her goal.

[The power of the goddess can guarantee your safe growth, but the upper limit of the future depends on yourself. 】

The system inexplicably gave such a passage, meaning it was also telling her not to rely too much on the goddess and the system?

"In any case, at least for now, we still have to rely on it."

Latia is familiar with eating soft rice.

In her previous life, she was able to live so comfortably, largely because of her various girlfriends.

Many of those best friends are young ladies from rich families, or they are rich women themselves.

Every time Latia comforts their wounded hearts, she can get a lot of "rewards", saying that it will liberate their souls, which is her psychological counseling fee.

Even though this way of getting along is very strange, Latia has no other specialties other than the "skill" of social cattle.

In addition, when she said several times that she wanted to find a job, she was stopped by her girlfriends with various reasons, which made her unable to be truly independent.

"What if they take advantage of you for being so stupid? Those men are not good people, so you don't want to go."

"Actually, I think you are fine now. There is no need to have any contact with them. You are so beautiful. They may have other ideas when they see you."

"Why? Wouldn't it be happier to be with us than with them? Don't think too much, is it short of money? If you are short of money, tell me, hey, I transferred [-] emotional consultation fees to you, you can do whatever you want Flowers, let’s talk when there’s not enough.”

"Huh? Are you going to abandon us? Or do you think it's a shame to play with us? Oh... So you want to work? No problem, you can join my company and be my exclusive relationship The consultant is ready, don’t worry, the salary is a lot, how about 15 a month? If it’s not enough, [-]?”

All kinds of past events appeared in her mind, and Latia's heart was full of thoughts.

Now and then, it is really not the same thing.

At that time, it was really possible to make money by lying with them...

and many more……

I didn't feel it before, and I was deceived by their rhetoric. Now that I think about it, isn't this the popular female publicist in the Neon country?Although the objects I serve are all kinds of beautiful girls

But it seems that there is no difference, right?Maybe even the only difference is that there is no so-called "public relations" identity?

"I've been fooled...then I really became a queen?"

Latia has always felt that she is not a patriarch, she just likes beautiful girls, and she also fantasizes when she sees good-looking men.

This is how she convinced herself to prove that she is not a gangster.

But the problem is... She didn't feel it when she saw a mature and attractive man like Alan, and she didn't feel it when she saw a beautiful boy like Kirkhill. What kind of man would she feel when she saw it?

On the contrary, seeing beautiful girls with different styles such as Veronia, Geweier, Lanier, etc., she will have a very pleasing feeling, and she will find it very happy.

"It shouldn't be..."

Latia fell into contemplation and memories here, and others also counted the "crimes" of the brave Seth one by one.

It seems that because of the presence of the brave Seth, he didn't say anything.Now there is no need to care so much, so he said it out.

I have to say that communication is very necessary. As before, because of Seth's affairs and the complicated emotional entanglement between each other, everyone couldn't say a lot, which led to the fact that everyone except Seth broke up in depression.

Except for Gevier and Veronia who gathered because of Latia, the other team members came because the demons declared war on Roald this time, but they were not all there yet.

"Veronia."

"I'm sorry I said something that upset you."

"Just pretend I didn't say it, we'll still be friends in the future, right?"

When Latia finally recovered from her memories and fantasies, they also finished talking about everything.

And Kirkhill looked at Veronia stretching out her hand, with sincerity in her eyes.

The so-called "words that make you very unhappy", Latia didn't know what it was, but judging by Veronia's appearance, it was probably some very special words?

"That's in the past, we're teammates, aren't we?"

Veronia also reached out her hand and shook hands with him.

No matter how much Kirkhill liked this girl, it is now in the past. At this time, the reconciliation between the two parties is also crucial for a team.

Latia watched this scene, and suddenly a complex look flashed in her eyes.

Can her team have such a harmonious relationship among members?

She's not sure anymore.

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Miss Succubus is a brave man: Chapter 120 [-]: Latia stays tonight

"Huh, it's already afternoon."

"Let's eat. After eating, Sister Sefier, Sister Geweier, you still have to go out."

"After all, the artifact of the Moon God is waiting for you, if you go late, you may not get it."

Woke up at eight in the morning, busy till now.

After everything was settled, I looked at the time, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

The maids delivered a bunch of food during this period, Latiya didn't eat much in a daze, but the others chatted while eating.

A stove has been set up next to it, and a pile of unknown barbecues are being roasted.

The maids are all blood descendants, and decades of time have allowed them to learn all the different styles of food of different races on this continent.

The only regrettable thing is that most of these things are not eaten by their own ladies, so they basically eat them by themselves.

After Lanier and Latia joined together, although there was a lot more time for cooking, they never had a chance to cook a big meal.

Now that I finally have this opportunity, I naturally worked hard to do it.

After all, after learning so many delicious foods, if no one can taste them, how lonely it would be.

So when Latia asked everyone to eat, the maids who had been waiting for a long time showed happy smiles.

"Hmph, this is a feast that we have carefully prepared for a long time. No matter what race you are, even elves, you can enjoy it."

After arranging the food one by one, Sephanny had a proud look on her face.

They can become the blood descendants chosen by Lanier, so naturally each of them is a perfect maid, and they are the best in the world in terms of cooking.

"Sister Lanier, come down too."

Seeing that everyone was seated and only one seat was vacant, Latia looked up at the upstairs and shouted.

"Ah."

Lanier was not pretentious, and went downstairs directly after agreeing to come down, and sat in the seat next to Latia, which was specially made out - in this way, Latia was surrounded by the Pope and Lanier .

"Thank you for the gift of the goddess."

I prayed before eating, which is a respect for food.

"Well, godmother, when are you leaving?"

When everyone was eating, did Latia's eyes turn to the Pope, and finally she couldn't help asking this question.

"I should leave after a while. The church has a lot of things to deal with."

The Pope gave her a curious look and smiled gently.

"Of course, if Little Latia wants me to stay, I'll stay."

"But the price~~"

The Pope showed a subtle smile, then leaned into her ear and whispered, "Little Latia will be my pillow tonight."

It was already obvious what this meant. Latia coughed and didn't dare to look at her.

"Then the godmother can go back. The church's affairs are definitely more important than mine."

"If you want to use it as a pillow or something, then wait... well, wait until we get this sorted out."

After Latia finished speaking, she suddenly seemed to think of something, and her face turned even redder.

"The last time I said I would give it to my godmother, I haven't given it yet... When the meeting is over and the godmother is going back, should I give it to the godmother?"

When she said this, she looked around like a guilty conscience, and was relieved when she found that no one was looking at her.

But in fact, everyone's ears were pricked up, and they completely listened to the conversation between Latia and the Pope.

"There is such a thing, damn it... If I won last time, it wouldn't be like this."

Eileen was heartbroken. This was originally her own benefit, but because she lost to the Pope, she became the Pope's.

But she can't really win the Pope, so this bet is doomed to lose - a bet that is doomed to lose, it's useless to regret it.