Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland was wrong, terribly wrong.

She underestimated people's survival instinct.

Upon learning that the magic pollution could be resolved for just 2 silver coins, people from neighboring districts flocked to New Sprout Street in the Old Port District.

After all, the Zaun Magic Furnace has been around for half a year, and the number of people affected by its contamination is not small.

This has caused Roland a lot of trouble.

Three more days have passed since the guards came to help.

Her breasts have grown to the point that they are affecting her center of gravity.

Therefore, she had to spend two gold coins to buy a new nun's uniform from the system.

That's not the only problem.

Now, her appearance is completely unrecognizable as that of a nun.

What kind of nun has such a shameless figure! And she's wearing such a tight-fitting nun's habit.

If you didn't know better, you'd think the succubi from Pink Harbor had come out to solicit customers.

Now even Jenny, upon seeing her, will vaguely call her "Mom."

Even the aloof Renee couldn't resist reaching out her little paw to touch it, but of course, Roland didn't let the little girl succeed.

The only good news is that these days are coming to an end.

[Apprentice-level stabilizers - general-purpose formulation]

Priced at 10,000 Faith Points.

Its purpose is to remove Roland's Milk from the recipe and replace it with other ingredients, at the cost of weakening the potion's effects.

Roland was filled with regret.

She shouldn't have upgraded her magic power first, which made it take her three days to collect enough faith points.

"My meat buns, finally they don't have to suffer anymore..."

Roland looked at the recipe provided by the system and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Roland brand milk mentioned above has been replaced with regular household milk.

He then began to prepare the potion.

The difficulty of refining stable potions using the new formula has increased considerably.

Roland possessed the [Resurrection Furnace], yet it nearly failed.

After concocting the potion, Roland put it into testing in treatment.

The potion's effects were reduced by about 15%, which is well within an acceptable range.

……

Outside the church on New Sprout Street, Caryl looked on with a headache at the Royal Guards who were monitoring all the entrances.

These people were hiding in various corners, carrying new magic detection devices, which prevented her from turning into a black cat and sneaking in.

She thought that as a local strongman, her reaction was quick enough.

But that arrogant brat, the Third Princess, reacted even faster than her.

Who can blame her when "Zaun Magic Furnace" is her most prized possession?

As soon as Kalil received the news, the Third Princess dispatched her "magical forces" to take control of the area around the church.

This is also why Roland has been able to stay peacefully in the church these past few days.

This was tough on Caryl, who couldn't find a chance to sneak in even after two days of waiting.

Since she's now a severely injured cripple, aside from charm magic, she's at most a mid-level mage.

A fairly skilled intermediate-level mage.

However, it was the Third Princess who came this time, which relieved her.

If it were the Fifth Prince who came, that would be a disaster.

The desire mark on Little Loran's belly is a very advanced magical technique.

There's no guarantee that she can be cured unless she returns to her prime.

If that gloomy fifth prince were to share a room with little Loran, he would surely pose the cute little nun in all sorts of ways.

In that case, wouldn't she become an incompetent husband?

Damn it... I can't stand it!

Fortunately, the fifth prince should still be busy winning over the army in the north and shouldn't run back to the capital.

……

At the intersection of New Sprout Street, a magnificent magical carriage slowed down and headed towards the church.

The guards who were following them dispersed the crowd and made way for the carriage.

Princess Elizabeth, the Empire's magical technology genius, was currently in this carriage.

She returned to the capital at this time because of the magic pollution scandal that had occurred at the "Zuan Magic Furnace," which she had spearheaded the design of.

According to reports, the source of this news is a candidate saint from the Church of Light.

Still, they don't have much of a backing.

What's even more interesting is that this candidate saintess also brought out a potion to combat magical corruption.

This made her even more suspicious of the possibility that it was just a publicity stunt.

The Church of Light, those hypocrites, are masters of superficiality and winning people over.

Unlike their Iron God Cult, they are very pragmatic and work diligently to improve the lives of ordinary people.

……

"Make way, make way, a royal envoy is here."

"Get out of my way if you don't want to die!"

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the church garden, accompanied by the sound of clattering military boots.

Roland had to come down from the second floor and stop Jenny, who was working.

"What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?"

Jenny shook her head blankly.

Renee heard the commotion and, wearing her glasses, practically ran out of the treatment room.

At that moment, a group of guards dressed in red and black uniforms poured in through the gate.

They quickly formed two lines, standing in front of the gate, one on the left and one on the right.

"Imperial Princess Elizabeth Lionheart has come to offer her condolences to the Church of Light!"

The guard spoke in a loud voice, and then a petite blonde figure walked in.

The girl was probably less than 1.5 meters tall, and her golden curly hair was styled to shine.

His crimson eyes were filled with arrogance, and his chin was slightly raised, giving him an air of dominance over the world.

Roland knew it at first glance.

This is a blonde little devil, the kind that can drive you crazy.

……

After Princess Elizabeth appeared, Roland reacted quickly.

Despite her surprise, she quickly stepped forward and performed standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Welcome, Your Highness. I am Roland Kane, the administrator of the church."

"How may I help you?"

Elizabeth was taken aback, then looked Roland up and down in disbelief.

Is this the person she's looking for?

That figure and that outfit... isn't she just a dairy cow that ran away from a succubus nightclub?

How did she become a candidate for sainthood?

Elizabeth frowned and looked at the maid beside her.

The maid immediately understood, took out a document from her spatial artifacts, and handed it to her.

Elizabeth looked at the photo in her hand of Roland when she had just become a candidate for sainthood.

The figure above, Roland, wore a thick nun's robe, her chest flat and unremarkable, giving her an innocent and pure appearance.

Her gaze kept shifting back and forth between the photograph and Roland.

"Hmm...it is indeed Roland Kane, only she looks lewd now."

Hearing this, Roland's forehead veins bulged.

She really is a little brat; she dares to say such nonsense in front of people.

"Sister Roland, I heard you've developed a potion that can cure magical corruption?"

"I'm very interested in this. Could you tell me more about it?"

Roland thought to herself, "As expected." After all, her little chapel had only recently gained some attention because of its stable potion.

However, unexpectedly, this attracted the attention of the Empire's Third Princess.

This is a great opportunity, a great opportunity to make big money!

On Earth, this is like a small business encountering a high-ranking leader—either something bad happens or it takes off.

She's clearly about to take off; this third princess looks like she's here to invest and take a stake.