Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Are you serious?

After Roland asked the question, Ms. Tree shook her head.

"I was just joking."

She is 2.2 meters tall, and usually has to look down at Roland. If she were to act coquettishly in Roland's arms like this, it would damage her image.

However, Roland is fine once she gets drunk.

Ms. Tree glanced surreptitiously at Roland's ample bosom and made a suggestion.

"Miss Roland, I suppose you have some questions for me. Why don't we go to the garden first? I've prepared a late-night snack."

Roland nodded subconsciously, then asked in surprise.

"You knew I was looking for you?"

"Yes." Ms. Tree's gaze wandered, then shifted to Roland's buttocks. "If I'm not mistaken, it's about me attacking your butt with the parasitic seed, isn't it?"

"Let's go upstairs first and talk slowly."

After saying that, she took the lead and opened the gate to the Sky Garden.

After walking along a quiet garden path, the two arrived at the foot of the harvest tree.

After being exposed by Caryl, Ms. Tree withdrew her disguise.

Today, the harvest tree is even more lush, with vines winding around its trunk and all sorts of small flowers blooming on it.

The vegetation under the trees has been replaced with wheat, the plump ears of wheat emitting a faint yellow glow, creating a warm atmosphere in the winter night.

A red tablecloth was laid out on the picnic table on the lawn.

It was decorated with all sorts of delicious food, as well as snacks that Roland liked.

There were only two seats prepared at the table, and a peculiar plant grew from the ground, its top drooping towards the table.

At the end of the plant hangs an oval-shaped fruit, which glows with a warm yellow light like a lantern, illuminating the dining table.

Roland was led to a table and sat down, staring blankly at the honey-glazed pork chop in the middle.

"Miss Tree, are you sure this is a midnight snack? We can't possibly finish this!"

Ms. Tree smiled subtly.

"You can eat slowly, I prepared this especially for you."

"Thank you so much for not telling Kalil about the attack today."

"Otherwise, she would have chopped me into firewood."

Roland wrapped a napkin around her neck and looked at Ms. Tree sitting opposite her, somewhat dazed.

Ms. Shu has regained her gentle and intellectual demeanor, a stark contrast to the lively and begging woman she was in the afternoon.

Although the filter is a bit broken, it must be said that Ms. Tree is indeed very elegant.

Roland then took the opportunity to inquire about the magical attack.

"Miss Tree, why did you grab me and attack my buttocks that day? It gave me quite a fright."

Ms. Shu gave a somewhat awkward laugh.

"That was the escape method I prepared at the beginning. It was a magical technique called 'Parasitic Seed,' which could use the life force of the human body to create clones in the outside world."

"parasitic?!"

Roland gasped in surprise, her face turning pale instantly. Ms. Tree quickly waved her hand to explain.

"Don't worry, it won't have much of an impact on you. My original form is a harvest tree, and after I grow as a parasite, it will actually have a positive effect on you."

"You're so cute, I would never hurt you."

Roland felt a little better and became curious about Ms. Tree's methods.

"What would have happened if I hadn't reacted in time and been exploded by that parasitic seed... I mean, if it had invaded my body?"

"I'll have a big belly for a while, and then..." Ms. Tree added with a dry laugh, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Then give birth to me."

"Pfft!" Roland's drinking of juice was interrupted, and she turned her head and sprayed a mouthful of water onto the grass.

"Holy crap, that's insane?!"

"There's nothing I can do about it. The Cult of Steel is keeping a close eye on me. Even with Lywind's help, this is all I can manage to escape."

"Without the nurturing of your body, the parasitic seed cannot grow at all and will soon become an unconscious sapling, drying up and dying in the ground."

Upon hearing this, Roland thought of the sapling that later died and nodded in agreement.

Ms. Shu couldn't help but sigh.

"To be honest, at the time I thought the operation had failed."

"I was supposed to be locked up for hundreds more years, but I never expected that Miss Roland would have such a magical potion that it could awaken me."

"I am now free, and it is entirely thanks to you. Meeting you is the luckiest thing that has happened to me in the past six hundred years."

Ms. Shu smiled brightly as she spoke.

She picked up the wine bottle on the table, uncorked it, filled her glass, and raised it to Roland.

"Miss Roland, let me raise a glass to you to thank you for your help."

Roland subconsciously raised her glass, then suddenly remembered that she was drinking juice, and paused slightly.

Ms. Tree noticed Roland's pause and said very considerately.

"Just clink juice glasses, I'm not one of those pedantic nobles. There's no need to be so formal when friends get together for a meal."

Roland nodded, but still reached for the bottle and poured herself a glass.

Although she didn't initially intend to drink, she changed her mind.

She's now a transmigrated boss, so if she still has to worry about going to work tomorrow and doesn't dare to drink to her heart's content, wouldn't that be too frustrating?

Ms. Shu has many close friends who came to her aid despite suffering heavy losses.

She later found out that providing remote support to tree spirits was extremely difficult.

How can you just offer juice to a best friend like this when you're drinking together?

Roland boldly raised her full glass of wine and offered it to Lady Tree.

"Come on, cheers!"

"bite."

The clear wine glasses clinked crisply, and Roland tilted her head back and drank heartily.

Ms. Tree was no exception, except that her gaze quietly moved to Roland's trembling neck, her eyes filled with a triumphant smile.

After drinking the wine, Roland's face quickly flushed, and paired with her pink heart-shaped eyes, she looked incredibly alluring.

Her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but look at the empty wine glass.

"Wuhu, this wine is pretty good. It tastes like fruit juice, and it's really delicious."

"Of course, this is also a specialty of our Harvest Tree, tree honey wine."

Ms. Tree gestured with her chin, indicating that Roland should look up. Various kinds of fruits were growing in the canopy, along with several golden beehives.

"Although this wine doesn't take as long to brew as the elves', it has a sweet and refreshing taste, and it was very popular among young girls back then."

"It can also relieve fatigue and nourish the skin."

Thinking of those young girls who bathed in tree honey wine back then, Ms. Tree felt a little tempted to persuade Roland to give it a try, and her mouth suddenly went dry.

However, Roland's focus was not on efficacy.

She stared blankly at the various fruits in the canopy of the harvest tree, which resembled a sky full of stars, and the round honeycomb emitting a faint light.

Large, adorable-looking bees occasionally fly out of the hive, their tails glowing like fireflies, busily flitting among the flowers and leaves.

It simply and directly expresses the meaning of "harvest" through visuals.

This was the scene she, a native Chinese, could never resist, especially since the scenery was enhanced by magic, making it even more magnificent and wondrous.

Considering Ms. Tree's identity as a harvest tree spirit and the work she is currently responsible for...

She couldn't help but ask about the working conditions in the greenhouse.

"Miss Tree, how's the selection of fire wheat going? Can it be grown as lushly as in a hanging garden in a greenhouse?"

Ms. Tree's smile froze as she stared in astonishment at Roland's sudden change in demeanor.

In her imagination, after swallowing the Roland wine, the next step should be boasting and chugging, quickly moving on to asking for more drinks.

Then she could only helplessly offer more drinks, and before long, Roland would be completely drunk and incoherent.

You can simply open the lid and drink comfortably.

But what's going on with this farmer version of Roland in front of me, suddenly showing concern for the crops in the field?

Do you really enjoy farming that much? You're drinking right now.