Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Caryl looked at the glass bottle that was being pushed towards her.

This glass bottle contains 300 milliliters, has few impurities, and is of good quality. Thanks to the low cost of alchemy magic, it can be bought everywhere in the market next door.

The key ingredient is the milky white liquid inside.

She reached for the bottle and pulled out the cork.

A rich, milky aroma wafted through the air, refreshing the mind and instantly brightening the eyes.

She knows about this stuff; when she's not on a business trip, she drinks it every day.

I've missed it so much since I left.

Kalil effortlessly brought the bottle to her lips and took a sip.

The rich, creamy milk sent a shiver down my spine.

The feeling... is like being on a cloud, or like being embraced by a mother, like a swallow returning to its nest.

She couldn't help but hold the bottle up to her eyes and examine it closely, seeing the Tree Lady herself in the distance through the glass.

Lush and verdant, full of vibrant life, the surroundings present a thriving scene.

It must be thanks to this good product.

"Little Loran," Kalil called out, "This stuff suddenly tastes so good, and the effects..."

She paused for a moment, then couldn't help stick out her long, moist pink tongue and lick the corner of her mouth.

"The effect is much stronger than before. One sip and my vitality, soul and magic power are all enhanced. Is this some kind of all-around tonic? And it tastes so good too."

"Little Loran, what have you been doing all this time?"

Roland awkwardly kicked her toes on the grass, flattening the innocent blades of grass.

"Well, I had some lucky encounters, and my magic level increased, so the products from my familiars also became stronger."

She lied, half-truthfully, using the explanation she had given earlier.

Caryl pouted and pinched Roland's cheek.

"Then can you show me, sister, your [familiar] that can produce such high-grade drinks?"

"No, this is my personal secret, a family heirloom!"

"Even though we're so close now, is it not okay?"

"No, if you treat it as if you've seen its true face, the effect will be lost."

Roland shook her head firmly, refusing Kalil's offer.

Just kidding, where would she get a familiar?

If she really wanted to show it off, she'd probably have to lift her skirt and perform on the spot.

As for what the performance will be...

That's too abnormal. She's a strong, upright woman, and her pride can't take it.

So Roland firmly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"In short, we really can't show this to anyone else in the church! I haven't shown it to any of them either!"

"Is that so?" Kalil nodded slightly, turning her gaze to the Tree Lady opposite her, uttering a silent question.

Ms. Shu had a tense expression.

From the very beginning, she recalled all the saddest things that had happened to her in her life.

The purpose was to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

Although he tried his best to keep his expression straight, he was secretly laughing lewdly and wildly.

"Hahaha, this Caryl is such a wimp, she had no idea about Miss Roland's nurturing virtue at all."

"I thought you two were really close, but you're nowhere near as close as I am!"

She burst into laughter in her heart.

On the surface, however, he wore a bewildered expression.

"I don't know, Miss Roland has never shown it to me on her own initiative."

Kalil narrowed her eyes.

For some reason, she felt that the tree spirit in front of her had inexplicably become more imposing.

But the blank expression seemed genuine, so they had no choice but to skip the topic and turn their attention back to Roland.

"Forget about the source for now, there's a more important issue."

"Little Loran, this thing shouldn't have been obtained by any outsiders, right? Especially not by any high-level superhumans?"

This question is exactly the same as the one Ms. Shu asked before.

Roland shook her head very seriously.

"Don't worry, Miss Shu gave me some detailed instructions beforehand. Currently, only our own people know the true effects of this product."

"That's good." Caryl breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Ms. Tree, who still had a big bump on her head.

"Shu Nana, you actually have some brains now, you're not as stupid as before."

Ms. Shu was about to bar her teeth when she heard this, but then she caught a glimpse of the hammer and double-headed axe beside her and suppressed her anger with a pitiful expression.

He then mentally won a victory.

Hmph! Kalil.

Miss Roland, whom you can never even touch, I bent down in the middle of the night and used all my strength to kiss her!

……

Next came some routine conversation and small talk.

After having lunch at the church and playing around with Roland until the afternoon, Caryl had to return to Pink Harbor.

Pink Harbor has undergone a major transformation, with its industry expanding significantly, and she now needs to further coordinate and manage it.

There are also some noble commercial trades returning to the old port area that require Kalil's personal involvement; Salia is not qualified to handle them.

This trip back home means I probably won't be able to see Roland for a while.

On the third floor of the church, Caryl held Roland's hand and lingered in it, kneading it with reluctance.

"Little Loran, is there anything you want to give me before I leave?"

Roland blushed slightly as her face was rubbed.

"Didn't I just give you a lot of bottles of [Roland Brand Milk]? Doesn't that count as a gift?"

"Are there only material gifts?"

Kalil feigned a pitiful expression.

She discovered that Roland was particularly susceptible to the charm of cute girls, even if they were mature women... or rather, the contrast with mature women was greater and the effect was even better.

Sure enough, Roland immediately looked away and glanced at the carpet beside her.

"So what do you want? Tell me first, and absolutely no lewdness!"

Kalil's eyebrows arched, revealing a triumphant smile, and she pointed a finger at her lips.

Today's lipstick is vibrant and moisturizing, shimmering alluringly in the light. Sliding my fingers across it feels like tempting Roland.

"How about a kiss, my dear little Laura?"

When Roland heard that cheesy tone, her tail practically stood on end, and goosebumps rose on her arms.

"Why are you talking to me like that? Be serious!"

"Isn't this just copying you, my little vixen?"

"Just be normal, I'll kiss you!"

Roland's face grew increasingly red. She reached out and grabbed Kalil's shoulder, then stood on her tiptoes slightly.

Because of her height, Caryl had to bend down, and looking at Roland who was trying to stand on tiptoe, a fierce emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Chirp~"

Roland gently kissed Caryl's cheek near her lips.

Although I had been kissed the first time we met, this time I took the initiative to kiss him.

He had been a man for over twenty years, but he never expected that he would only be able to kiss a girl after transforming into a human.

My head was spinning for a moment.

Caryl looked at Roland's cherry lips with some disappointment, and couldn't help but recall the feeling of that touch.

"Just a kiss on the cheek?"

"Yes, yes, what else?"

Caryl pinched Roland's face and pulled it to both sides, saying with dissatisfaction.

"Please, I've been looking forward to this for so long, next time I'll kiss you until you can't breathe."

"Um... next time, next time."

Roland pursed her lips awkwardly.

Caryl released Roland and waved her hand.

"It's a promise then, we really have to kiss next time!"

With that, she turned and walked out of the room, heading downstairs first.

Roland paused for a moment, savoring the fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose, and then followed.

When they reached the second floor, a small hand suddenly tugged at Roland's sleeve and led her to the corner.

Roland took a closer look.

It's a sheep.

The little sheep was dressed in neat work clothes, but her face was full of worry.

Holding a food box nearly half a meter tall, he looked at Roland hesitantly.

Her eyes were watery, as if she was about to cry at any moment.