Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The next morning.

The weather in the capital was as gloomy as ever.

Thick, dark clouds were casting a light rain, creating a somber atmosphere.

Roland, meanwhile, was holding a monocle and reading the corresponding instruction manual.

Good news! We weren't attacked by a succubus last night.

At most, the milk I forgot in the bathroom got drunk.

I even got groped a few times while we were chatting.

However, Roland, who was still a good man at heart, was not sensitive to the latter.

He was so careless that Kalil succeeded in taking advantage of him several times.

As for Caryl, she bid farewell to Roland early in the morning and went back to handle the affairs of "Pink Harbor".

They left behind a gold-rimmed monocle enchanted with [Elemental Vision].

According to the description, this thing allows her to use a weakened version of [Elemental Vision] through the glasses.

For Roland, who only possesses apprentice-level magic, it is barely possible to activate it for a short period of time.

It's sufficient for observing magical contamination.

As for the price, it will probably be around two thousand gold coins.

Having a wealthy female friend must be a real treat.

……

After studying the glasses, Roland unlocked the skill [Apprentice-level Stabilizer].

A jumble of recipes for 32 different ingredients popped up instantly.

She was so overwhelmed by the sight that she had to go to the market to buy some.

Fortunately, although the materials were varied, their quality was not high, so they were relatively easy to obtain.

However, it still took up a lot of time.

She could only manage to brew one pot before the morning meeting, enough to fill five round bottles.

This was all thanks to the wealthy woman, Caryl, who gifted Roland the [Resurrection Furnace].

Otherwise, she would have to face her first failed attempt at refining after transmigrating.

……

As expected, after the church doors opened, Roland was greeted by a group of civilians seeking help.

After all, Lawrence's entourage yesterday consisted of so many people.

When they go back, they will definitely tell their relatives, friends, and coworkers about this.

Roland put on her monocle and looked at the crowd below the stage.

These people, to varying degrees, shimmered with chaotic elemental light.

There was even a little girl with a limp who was almost like a giant firework.

There were a total of about twenty people.

Every single one of them had come running over after hearing the rumors.

"Lady Roland, please, please save us!"

"Lady Roland, please save my child! He's so young. I'm willing to give everything I have."

"Sister... my legs hurt so much."

"Rennie, just bear with it. Augustus said that Lady Roland can heal you."

Roland frowned slightly.

Those at the front of the line were dressed smartly, while those at the back were rather shabby.

Most of them did not have formal jobs and earned only a dozen or so copper coins a day.

They ate black bread and lived in communal shacks.

Malnutrition made them vulnerable to magical contamination.

Their meager income also prevented them from buying medicine.

They cowered at the back, too afraid to step forward.

On the one hand, they were worried about colliding with the "citizens" in front of them.

On the other hand, there is the worry of not being able to afford the medical fees.

Yet, driven by the will to survive, he hoped to receive Roland's charity.

This scene actually had a significant impact on Roland.

Before this, she was just an ordinary graduate.

I have never been looked at with hopeful eyes by a group of people.

At the same time, she had never seen such miserable people at the bottom of society in reality.

Their clothes were tattered, yet they tried their best to keep them neat.

I hope to leave her with a slightly better impression.

Some people have sunken cheeks and droopy eyelids.

It seemed like dizziness, or perhaps a fever.

It's not even clear whether this is caused by magical contamination.

She caught a cold because she used cold water to groom herself.

Roland is not the Virgin Mary.

But the group behind them is the real source of faith.

She waved her arm to quiet the crowd.

"Please be quiet, everyone! Don't rush!"

"Magic contamination is an extremely difficult problem to treat, as you've probably all heard."

"Currently, I only have one experimental potion, which needs to be tested first."

"Is anyone willing to give it a try first?"

As expected, the respectable "citizens" quickly stepped back, clearing a large open space.

In this world, "drug testing" is not a good term.

It is said that more people die at the hands of alchemists each year than are killed by the dire wolves of the Warcraft Forest.

Only the people from the slums stepped forward, some even kneeling down to beg.

They were already doomed, but they wouldn't give up even if there was only a sliver of hope.

Roland looked through her glasses at the little girl with the limp.

The girl looked to be about eight or nine years old and had long black hair that made her feel very close to her.

Her face was thin, her gray eyes revealed unease, and her pale little hands tightly gripped her sister's pants.

On the lame right leg, rotting skin can be seen exposed, a typical symptom of magical contamination.

In Roland's [Elemental Vision], she is the one most severely affected by magical corruption.

……

The dark-haired girl's name was Renee.

On the surface, she is an orphan girl struggling to survive in the slums.

She lives with her sister who found her.

But in reality, she is the immortal witch Eleanor.

Witch!

In this world, he is a being wanted by an alliance of righteous gods.

After the fall of the Goddess of Death, she, as a former sage of the church, absorbed a trace of the Goddess of Death's essence.

Therefore, even though she was burned to ashes by the supreme fire, she successfully reborn and escaped.

But the pursuit by the Church of Vulcan led to her frequent deaths.

In the end, she had no choice but to completely dispel the magic.

He became an ordinary person and hid in the slums of the capital for 13 years.

Originally, as the loophole in her rebirth slowly disappeared, she was supposed to be able to try cultivating magic.

But who knows which bastard poisoned the sewer?

The shack she lived in was right next to the water outlet.

When I went out, I slipped and fell, getting soaked to the bone.

This is magic pollution!

This is a problem that has been incredibly difficult for her for six hundred years.

Just when she thought she was about to be reborn again.

Her adoptive older sister in this life actually dragged her into this little church.

They said the nuns here could cure magical corruption.

Are you kidding me!

How could a mere nun possibly have the ability to heal magical corruption?

How could a cricket, at the apprentice level, possibly possess magical power to dilute the pollution?

And is this lewd woman with big breasts in front of me really a nun from the Church of Light?

They even wore shameless clothes, eager to flaunt their curves for others to see.

It doesn't seem reliable at all.

Renee scoffed at it.

But seeing the worry in her sister's eyes, she still complied.

They struggled together in the slums for thirteen years, and even developed a bond with the small animals.

If she dies, her stepsister will be very sad, right?

Moreover, according to her observations, her stepsister had also been contaminated...

But she dared not cultivate magic.

Each time she is reborn, there is a sense of incongruity in her body on a magical level.

This sense of incongruity can only gradually disappear over time.

If she starts training in advance, it will be easy for the lackeys of the Vulcan Church to find her by exploiting this loophole.

"well……"

Renee sighed inwardly.

Even witches have their moments of weakness...