Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Two whole hours have passed.

At this moment, Roland lay sprawled on the sofa, looking utterly dejected.

On his bare back, strange gray patterns were etched, shimmering with a faint light.

This is the "steel brand," which will gradually make people submit to their master.

For example, right now, she finds Princess Elizabeth sitting next to her quite pleasing to the eye.

Even though that brat's hands were fidgeting around restlessly.

Moreover, unlike the [Desire Imprint], the [Steel Brand] transforms the pain endured into pleasure.

This conversion rate increases significantly when the object is the owner.

This has already been tried; Elizabeth lashed out with her whip.

She immediately started whimpering.

If only this brat wasn't a boy, otherwise she really would have been put in all sorts of positions today.

"Not bad, not bad."

Elizabeth praised.

"You, the cow nun, are a perfect match for the steel brand. From now on, you're mine. We'll definitely have a very pleasant time together."

Happy my ass!

She now has a mark of desire in front of her and a steel brand on her back, making her look like a rune warrior.

After dressing, Roland glared angrily at Elizabeth.

"Your Highness, if you want the potion formula, then exchange it for benefits, not resort to such underhanded methods!"

Elizabeth chuckled and reached out to knead the large Roland freely.

"That lowly nun, she's got a tough exterior now that she's dressed?"

"Unfortunately, in this world, those without strength deserve to be bullied and manipulated. You possess a potion that has such a significant impact on me; do you expect me to just let you run rampant under my nose?"

Roland remained silent.

She shouldn't have launched the stable potion so hastily.

While it allowed him to quickly upgrade various skills to the beginner level, it also brought trouble upon him by attracting Elizabeth.

Seeing that Roland was silent, Elizabeth turned to comfort her.

"Don't worry, once you join my ranks, I will treat you well."

"Give me the potion recipe, and I will give you ample wealth and resources. I can also support you in developing the church and winning the title of saintess."

Roland remained expressionless.

"It's as if I could choose not to hand over the formula. As for the position of Saintess, I'm afraid you're just trying to plant a spy in the Church of Light."

"The Church of Light and your Iron God Cult are clearly allies, yet you've treated me so cruelly!"

Crack!

"Ugh!!"

She quickly covered her large breasts and glared at Elizabeth, who took out a whip from her spatial ring.

"It seems the lesson from half an hour ago hasn't taught you, my cow, how to respect your master?"

"What I just said was an order, not a suggestion. Now, hand over the potion recipe."

Roland dared not speak her anger, and could only outwardly submit to her fate.

She got up and walked to the potion-making station, wrote the recipe on a piece of paper, and then returned to Elizabeth.

"The recipe is here, but I have one request, which is not difficult for you."

"Oh, what's the request?" Elizabeth asked with interest.

"I demand that my name be added before 'Stabilizing Potion.' This is a formula that I painstakingly researched, and the world should know that I am its creator."

Roland said this, of course, for the sake of faith points.

For intermediate-level skills, the Faith Points required are at least a hundred times higher than for beginner-level skills.

This is understandable, after all, intermediate-level superhumans are already a backbone of the world.

Thirty low-level superhumans combined couldn't defeat a single mid-level superhuman.

However, the [Intermediate Magic] alone already requires one million Faith Points.

It's really difficult to gather enough people from the small church on Xinya Street.

If she could leverage Elizabeth's promotion of potions to build her reputation, wouldn't she be able to allocate skill points however she wanted?

But Elizabeth laughed.

"Of course... I can't grant you that request."

"Hehehe, you don't actually think I'm just after the potion formula, do you? Magical contamination isn't a problem for superhumans. My real goal is the public prestige and public opinion that comes with stabilizing potions."

Roland was furious.

"You bitch! You stole my formula, you even inscribed sound patterns on my body, and now you won't even give me a shred of reputation?! I, Aminos!"

Crack!

Three more lashes came.

Elizabeth squinted at Roland, who was rolling around.

"You seem to care a lot about your reputation... no, I should say you seem to really want to be famous?"

Roland immediately sensed something was wrong.

She had a premonition that if she didn't answer well, she might be locked in a dark room for the rest of her life and never see the sun again.

Why is he so sensitive about reputation? Could it be that this brat is also collecting faith?

That's it! Now it all makes sense. Magic pollution can be solved by magicians, so why are they so eager to target stabilizing potions?

The goal was to collect the faith of the common people!

And the "Cult of Light" she just mentioned will also be coming. Is the Cult of Light also deliberately collecting believers?

Could it be that the election plan for the candidate saintess was also established for this purpose?

Roland felt as if she had glimpsed a corner of a terrifying secret.

She quickly controlled her expression, as if she hadn't understood at all, and roared.

"What do you mean by wanting me to be famous? This is what I deserve! This potion even contains a new alchemy method that I created. Shouldn't I be remembered in history?!"

"With the fame this potion brings, I'm sure I'll obtain the title of Saintess!"

Roland's performance was so moving; she even managed to squeeze out quite a few tears, so the effect must have been excellent.

But to Elizabeth, Roland's blushing cheeks, her wet eyes, and the tears welling up in her eyes...

She does resemble a saintess from a storybook who was captured by goblins.

Roland's words were indeed cleverly worded, and Elizabeth believed them for the time being.

"Didn't I already say that I would naturally provide you with assistance regarding the position of Saintess?"

As she spoke, she beckoned, and a maid immediately handed her a spatial ring.

Elizabeth picked up the ring, took Roland's hand, and put it on her ring finger.

"This is a room-sized spatial ring, containing 120,000 gold coins, 10,000 standard magic crystals, and some common alchemy materials."

"Of course, the ring is yours too. How does this assistance feel?"

Roland paused for a moment, raised her hand, and looked at the pale gold ring with pink gemstones set on her ring finger.

Hmm... I think I've been somewhat won over by the money offensive?

Roland suddenly realized that it wasn't unacceptable, since she had noticed it herself.

It seems that both the Church of Light and the Church of Steel are collecting faith.

In this way, her behavior couldn't be too conspicuous; for example, she almost gave herself away in front of Elizabeth when she asked for naming rights to a potion.