Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Upon hearing Alice's words, Roland couldn't help but look away, her heart churning with turmoil.

"Don't show me this."

"Lord Roland is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see the poor suffer. Please stop and don't say any more."

She's like a vampire in the internet world, unfazed by online garbage, but vanishes into thin air the moment she encounters love and sunshine.

Jenny, who was standing nearby, naturally showed a look of sympathy and wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Roland.

They simply escorted little Alice to the door and watched her frail body disappear into the distance.

"Alright, you can follow now. Remember to take the back path."

"Laurence said to Jenny."

Jenny looked at Roland, who had just stopped her, in astonishment.

"Miss Roland, what's wrong...?"

Roland sighed and said.

"The reason I didn't let you help in public at first was because our church doesn't have that capability yet."

"People like Alice are everywhere in the slums; we can't help every single one of them."

"If we take her in in public, a group of people will follow suit tomorrow, and even more the day after."

Jenny nodded; having grown up in the slums, she easily understood what Roland meant.

"So, if I go there, should I provide them with medical treatment in the form of a loan?"

"Yes." Roland nodded approvingly, watching the direction Alice had gone.

"Convert the potions you consume into money, make them work for me, and repay them with their labor. You have to be firm in this process."

Jenny agreed, and then took a shortcut to catch up with Alice.

Roland then returned to the store to continue her inspection.

……

Meanwhile, Nightingale, disguised as a customer, was enjoying a delicious crab burger while glancing at the busy Roland out of the corner of her eye.

"Why is there no reaction at all? Didn't Your Highness say this was the Dark Elves' secret weapon?"

She was anxious; the button on the pink metal box in her pocket had been turned up to the highest setting.

As a dark elf abandoned by her people at birth, she was good at fighting and killing, but she was really not good at the task of being a fallen saintess.

The only problem with not learning the elven tradition is that she can't understand any of these strange and unusual magical techniques.

Nightingale pressed the enhancement button with all her might, but the magic item seemed to have malfunctioned, and it clicked with a "click".

The magical rune in the center flickered briefly and then went out.

At the same time, a subtle magical fluctuation spread out.

Nightingale's expression changed drastically. She quickly packed up the Krabby Patty meal, pretending to pack it up, and got up to leave.

……

Behind the Krusty Krab counter, Roland's body suddenly stiffened.

"Oh, snore snore snore snore snore~~~~"

What is this thing?! How can it suddenly be so powerful?!

Roland tried to suppress her voice, but it still attracted the attention of the sheep.

"Miss Roland, what's wrong?"

The sheep looked at Roland with a strange gaze, its eyes involuntarily drifting down to Roland's lower abdomen.

Roland blushed, but forced herself to speak.

"I...I'm fine."

"I checked the store and it's operating normally now. I'm going back to the church; I have some things to take care of."

"Thank you for your hard work today. I won't bother you any longer, I'm leaving now."

As he spoke, he awkwardly took a step, intending to leave through the back door.

But the sheep blocked Roland's path.

"You can't leave."

"Huh? Why?"

Roland looked at the sheep with a puzzled expression.

The sheep looked worried about Roland as it spoke.

"I... I'm worried about you. You've been acting strange ever since the opening ceremony. Let me go back with you."

"But what about the store?"

"Don't worry, Miss Roland. They are professionally trained and excellent employees at Pink Harbor. Handling the Krusty Krab's affairs is a piece of cake for them."

After thinking about it for a moment, Roland agreed that it made sense. She was already too weak to walk, so it would be good to have the sheep help her.

This timid and honest succubus probably won't do anything to her, right?

……

Eight hundred meters from the church, the nightingale concealed itself among the crowd on the street.

Since the magical artifact in his hand malfunctioned, it has been heating up and constantly emitting magical fluctuations.

This made her, as an assassin, feel extremely unsafe.

Therefore, she chose to retreat.

"What are you up to, you lapdog, doing near the church?"

The flippant voice interrupted Nightingale's thoughts, causing her to stop in her tracks.

At the corner ahead, Caryl, dressed in a long purple dress, emerged and looked at Nightingale with ill intent.

Nightingale suppressed her unease and spoke calmly.

"I'm keeping an eye on Roland Kane's movements for Your Highness; she's caused quite a stir this time."

Then it was time to leave.

But a bundle of illusory chains, spreading from the ground, wrapped around her ankles.

Caryl laughed jokingly.

"You're lying. I can feel it; you're radiating the magical energy of the [Desire Imprint]."

Nightingale's expression changed drastically, and she shouted loudly.

"You're going to betray the Fifth Prince?!"

"How can you call it betrayal? We were just cooperating to cause trouble for the Church of Light."

Kaliel continued casting the spell without a care.

"Besides, thanks to Sister Torran, Princess Elizabeth has given me quite a few benefits."

Nightingale's pupils contracted sharply, and her magical power erupted as she tried to break free of her chains.

But Caryl's chains remained completely still.

"How is this possible? It's not working?"

Caryl watched the struggling Nightingale with amusement, walked over, and playfully lifted her chin.

"Don't bother. I'm not some ordinary intermediate-level superhuman. Otherwise, why do you think the Fifth Prince would want to cooperate with me?"

Then he began to grope the nightingale.

Nightingale felt the wicked hands roaming over her body and gritted her teeth.

"You have betrayed the alliance and sided with Elizabeth. I will report this to the Fifth Prince!"

Caryl glanced at her as if she were an idiot.

"Hehehe, you didn't think you'd have a chance to go back and report, did you? Oh, I've found you!"

Caryl pulled a pink metal box from Nightingale's waist. The box was already very hot and had a ring set in it.

It is the magical ring that controls the [Desire Imprint].

"I didn't expect the Fifth Prince to entrust even this to you. It seems he's been pushed to the limit by Elizabeth."

"I'm surprised," Karyl exclaimed, her face flushing with excitement.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect to get such a reward. With this ring, little Loran will have to obey me. I can make her do whatever pose I want her to do."

Then she reached for the ring set in the groove.

"Wait! Don't pull it out directly!"

The nightingale tried to stop her, but it was too late.

Kaliel had already used her magic to enhance the effect and forcefully pulled the ring out.

At the same time, the pink metal box overloaded, emitting black smoke, and a powerful magical wave erupted.

……

The second floor of the church.

With great difficulty and with the help of the sheep, Roland managed to move to the resting area.

This is the room where Caryl used to stay. Jenny usually cleans it, so it's fairly clean.

"Miss Meimei, thank you so much. I really couldn't have gotten up here by myself without you."

Sheep was breathing rapidly; she could already smell the increasingly strong citrus scent in the air.

But he still respectfully helped Roland to the bedside.

Just as Roland was about to let the sheep leave so she could rest, a surge of magical energy came through.

Her pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and a bad premonition welled up in her heart.

"Oh, snore snore snore snore snore snore snore~~~~~~~!"

"Oh snore snore oh snore!"