Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

When Roland walked down the stairs and arrived at the second-floor aristocratic restaurant, Onio was already sitting in the VIP seat on the terrace, waiting for her.

This once stern and composed gray dwarf mage is not wearing the usual mage robes today.

She changed into an elegant women's suit, tied a bright red bow tie at the collar of her white shirt, and wore a pure black pencil skirt that accentuated her rounded hip curves.

A pair of long, slender legs encased in glossy stockings were exposed to the air, and her feet were clad in shiny red-soled high heels.

The classic black, white, and red color scheme, along with the tailored fit of the clothing, makes Onio look like a business elite. Paired with her milky white highlighted bangs, she exudes a cool and handsome vibe that makes young girls' hearts flutter.

What a dashing female CEO!

Some of the noble girls dining in the restaurant also secretly cast curious glances at Onio, who was sitting in the VIP seat.

Some daring nobles would even send their butlers to Onio's table with a makeshift invitation, hoping to dine with her.

After all, Onio was a prominent figure in aristocratic circles.

Putting aside the Gray Gold family's identity, their expertise in magic arrays alone would command respect from many high-ranking members of powerful families.

If one could establish a relationship with such a magic master, or even use a seduction technique to win him over, it would greatly benefit the development of the family.

However, Onio remained completely unmoved.

She's here today for just one person.

Laura Greygold, the proprietress of the Spinning Golden Sparrow and a newly promoted core member of the Greygold family.

However, out of politeness, she replied to each of the nobles who wanted to establish a relationship with her. After returning the gifts, she would often give the girls an impeccable smile, causing the girls' cheeks to flush.

Of course, this was just practice.

During this week, she took time off to study the breeding manual circulating in the dark underground, and was deeply inspired by the stories in it.

After studying hard, she underwent a complete transformation in both appearance and methods, determined to achieve her sordid goals.

At that moment, she spotted a new customer entering the restaurant.

No, they're not guests.

Long, straight black hair, streamlined succubus horns, an unbelievably long heart-shaped tail, and a hot, curvaceous figure.

It's Laura Grey.

Onio's eyes shone with a fiery light as she rose from her seat and strode toward Roland in her high heels.

The sound of heels tapping on the floor tiles grew closer, and the image of Roland in her eyes became clearer.

When she was less than a meter away from Roland, her gaze climbed up Roland's dress and finally landed on the face that was almost identical to the "Goddess of Wealth," and her breath became hot.

She suppressed her excitement and greeted him in a calm tone.

"Miss Laura, I've been waiting for you! I thought you were going to decline today's invitation."

"How could I refuse Master Onio? We are comrades who have fought for our family together. Let me treat you to lunch today. Otherwise, I would feel bad if you always had to spend money."

Roland extended her fair hand, about to shake hands with Onio.

Unexpectedly, Onio did not play by the rules. She slightly pulled her wrist outward and instead of shaking hands, she cupped the back of Roland's hand.

Before Roland could react, she bent down and gently kissed his skin.

A soft touch entered her mind, and Onio straightened up, blinked lightly, and revealed a high-quality dwarf smile.

"There's no need for a treat. Having lunch with my dear Miss Laura only costs a few gold coins, so I'm the one who benefits."

This series of movements was so fluid that even gentlemen who had passed etiquette classes perfectly would be ashamed of their own lack of skill.

Roland stared blankly at Onio, whose demeanor had changed drastically.

Compared to the previous dinner invitations, Onio was clearly more proactive today, and her attitude was bolder and more intimate.

What happened?

Spring is here... no, spring is almost over, and girls everywhere are starting to wear short skirts!

She lowered her voice and whispered in Onio's ear, avoiding the surrounding nobles.

"Master Onio, why do you seem a little cheesy today?"

"Really? I think it's about the same."

Onio answered casually.

She didn't let go of Roland's hand, but naturally took it and walked towards the terrace.

The couple's intimate interaction attracted everyone's attention, and the nobles in the restaurant began to whisper among themselves, making the atmosphere somewhat noisy for a moment.

Unlike in the past, the nobles' gazes were not filled with admiration or appreciation, but rather with a strong passion for gossip.

Roland was filled with anxiety, fearing that she would see gossip about herself tomorrow, and her movements became somewhat stiff.

Fortunately, the journey is not far, and to make it easier for the waiters to serve the food, there is an extremely spacious passage between the indoor restaurant and the VIP seating on the terrace.

In just a few steps, the two arrived at their seats.

Only then did Onio release Roland's hand.

Before parting, she gently ran the tip of her index finger across Roland's palm.

The provocative gesture drew another questioning look from Roland.

But Onio pretended nothing had happened and attentively pulled out the leather armchair for Roland.

"Dear Miss Laura, please have a seat."

"Okay, thank you."

Roland, who had just sat down, looked up and saw Onio sitting across from her at the table, and finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Being separated by a dining table means that even if someone pesters you, it won't be as awkward or embarrassing as holding hands.

But as it turns out, she was being too naive.

While waiting for the food to be served, Onio turned to the side, rested her elbow on the table, and lightly propped her chin up with the back of her hand, looking intently at him.

"Miss Roland, to be honest, the moment I saw you today, I felt something was off about you. Didn't you realize it?"

"Am I acting strange?"

Roland was a little confused.

Not a buddy?

I haven't even complained about how weird you are yet, and you're already accusing me of being the villain?

Roland had a feeling that Onio was holding back some kind of flirtatious remark, but out of noble etiquette, she picked up her teacup, took a sip, and honestly asked.

"What does Master Onio find strange about me?"

"It's not that it's strange."

Onio's lips curved into a bright smile as she gazed at Roland's face.

"It's just strangely beautiful."

"puff!"

The mushroom tea she was drinking almost made her spit it out. Roland coughed a few times before recovering and looked at Onio across from her with fear.

At this moment, Roland finally realized that something was wrong with Onio.

Oil!

It's too greasy!

It's practically a living oil plant; if left on Earth for half an hour, it could breed US troops.

"Cough cough cough... Lady Onio, what have you been through this week? Why have you become so cheesy...so cheesy."

To save face for Onio, a prominent figure in the Upper City, Roland ultimately opted for a more euphemistic term.

"Am I being cheesy?"

"certainly!"

Roland, unable to bear the sight, touched her forehead. Seeing Onio's oblivious expression, a feeling of helplessness welled up inside her.

"If you were a sexually repressed bard from the dragon race picking up girls, I would believe it without hesitation, given your current state."

Want to pick up girls?

Onio pondered for a moment, then stared intently at Roland's face.

"If it were really about picking up girls, would you say yes?"

"Forehead……"

This sudden problem left Roland feeling somewhat at a loss.

She took a deep breath and carefully observed Onio in front of her.

Onio's delicate face still faintly retains the rigidity and composure of the past, but when facing herself, she will show a deliberately dashing smile.

What exactly turned a rigid, stubborn, old-fashioned, and devout fanatic into this state?

Could it be that Onio is really planning to pursue me?

The moment the thought popped into Roland's mind, she immediately banished it to the back of her mind.

As the saying goes, there are three great illusions in life.

My phone vibrated.

I can turn the tables.

She likes me.

Without solid evidence, Roland would never presume to know how others feel about her.

I only met Onio once when I was setting up the magic circle. Even if you include the time we spent having lunch together a few times, it was only a few hours.

There's no such thing as love at first sight; it's all just a coincidence.

It might be possible in the world above ground, but in the dark underground where magic is heavily polluted, falling in love at first sight with a low-level succubus is an extremely low-probability, false proposition.