Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Haha, is this the joy of teasing a tsundere loli?"

Roland laughed as she looked at Renee, who had buried her face in her chest and refused to look up.

Hearing Roland's laughter, Renee became even more shy and buried her head even lower.

Renee: "Sniff~ What a rich fragrance."

Roland watched Renee's reaction with great interest.

So, is this what it feels like for a girl to seduce someone with her breasts?

How strange! She had never tried this on Earth. She never expected that she would be the one giving out benefits after transmigrating.

But surely there isn't such a perfect frontal armor on Earth?

Renee looks almost like a cat that's been inhaling catnip.

At this moment, Roland looked at Renee's small hand reaching up in horror and exclaimed.

"Why are you actually imitating a cat and stepping on things everywhere?"

Then he quickly lifted Renee up.

Renee's eyes were already swollen with sweat, and she looked completely dazed.

"Um, is this thing really that appealing?"

Roland was ashamed.

Perhaps it's just that it has an added charm effect on these two little girls who have had a hard life since childhood?

Roland placed Renee in the seat to her right and Alice in the seat to her left.

Then each person was given a bottle of Roland brand milk and the feeding work continued.

He said to himself while taking a seat.

"You two, you're not allowed to drink anymore, understand? Don't you even know the basic rule that underage kids can't drink alcohol?"

"If you want a drink in the future, come to me. This milk is delicious and healthy, and it's good for your growth."

Renee watched as Alice took the milk, opened her mouth slightly, but didn't say anything.

As the only person in the know who knew the source, she had a possessive desire for the drink, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.

In the end, all I could do was secretly indulge in a form of mental victory.

Hmph, she's a VIP member who has directly visited the offline factory and inspected the first process.

……

Alice was captivated by the deliciousness of this drink the first time she tasted it.

Holding the bottle in both hands, she happily squinted her eyes.

She recalled what Roland had said and retorted.

"Laurel's mom, you're wrong. Everyone has been drinking light beer since they were little. If we don't drink it, we won't have any water to drink."

Renee chimed in.

"We were just missing the taste of the past, that's why we were drinking during our break."

Roland was a little confused and asked incredulously.

"You mean everyone drinks pale beer like water?"

Renee looked at Roland strangely.

"Yeah, everyone in the slums grew up drinking light beer."

"After all, everyone is short of fuel, and the water in the slums is very dirty."

Roland suddenly felt that her attempt to explore the slums was somewhat inadequate, so she began to inquire about the water source from the little girls.

Even Renee, who was a high-ranking witch at heart, had no doubts.

In her eyes, Roland was like a pampered young lady living in an ivory tower where there was no hunger or cold.

So he answered carefully.

Pale beer has always been a primary source of hydration for many people.

"Because it is boiled during processing and contains some alcohol, it is less likely to cause diarrhea if consumed."

"Moreover, because the raw materials used are few and cheap, a barrel only costs two copper coins and can last for two or three days."

"It's a decent pastime for everyone, at least it can relieve everyone's bad mood."

Alice added from the side.

"In winter, people will boil water to drink. The snow will be a little drier, so you can boil water while keeping warm."

"However, the hardest part in winter is keeping warm, and many people die because of this."

Roland nodded in agreement.

Because the winters in the capital are quite cold, she had seen thick snow backgrounds in the game's promotional images.

Although the promotional image showed Roland wearing a revealing celebratory outfit, being led from house to house delivering gifts.

But it still allowed her, a time traveler, to understand just how cold the capital city's winters were.

At this moment, Renee sighed.

"Actually, it's not normal for that many people to freeze to death."

"But because of the cold weather, the efficiency of the factory's magic furnace will decrease, so the factory will rush to finish production before winter arrives."

"Then layoffs happen in winter, and many temporary workers in the slums lose their jobs."

Roland understood. No wonder the Krusty Krab factory had been expanding and working overtime lately, and even with an extra "workers' meal" provided, the workers weren't happy.

It turns out she was worried about Krusty Krab laying off staff and losing her lucrative job.

Renee continued.

"Most of the laid-off workers were women in poor health or child laborers working as helpers."

"Kids like Alice and me were usually among the first to be expelled."

"But I'm a little better off. My sister and the people at the factory are quite nice. They let me work with her, so even if I get fired, I can still get her protection."

Upon hearing this, Roland looked at Alice.

Alice's expression turned somber, and she nodded with an awkward smile.

"If Mother Roland hadn't taken me in, I would have been kicked out of the factory by now."

Roland's face was grim. She could only say that this place was a perfect blend of feudalism and the dregs of capitalism; the lives of the people at the bottom of the slums were nothing short of hell.

She asked.

"What happens after you're kicked out of the factory? Are you just supposed to wait to die?"

"Usually, I would try to receive guests first. If I couldn't survive, I would go to the necromancer to donate myself and live out my last good days."

Alice seemed afraid of that outcome as well, and she held Roland's arm tightly as she spoke.

Roland's mind went blank for a few seconds.

"Wait! Please wait a moment, little Alice."

"Is what you just described about receiving guests and donating yourself the kind of thing I imagine?"

Renee, standing to the side, said without any mercy.

"It's that kind of thing, Sister Roland."

"If you go to the slums after it starts snowing, and you see kids like Alice selling matches and handicrafts in the alleys, they're probably doing that kind of thing."

"This is one of the few chances to survive the winter. At the very least, we can eat a lot of hot food and spend the night in a warm environment."

"As for the latter... those disgusting necromancers won't lie. They'll provide three to five days of good food and lodging, but once the time is up, you have to voluntarily set off."

As a sage of the Church of the Sleeping Ones, Renee despises necromancers the most.

It is estimated that many people today cannot imagine that the Goddess of Death actually hated death the most back then. It was precisely because she possessed this power that she understood the sadness and pain that death brought.

Therefore, the common people under the rule of the Sleeping Church and the Life Church at that time lived quite well.

After listening to the little girls' explanation, Roland felt terrible.

Seattle in another world belongs to that world.

She thought she could imagine the suffering of the lower classes as much as possible, but she never expected that the reality would far exceed her imagination.

She pulled both little girls into her arms.

"Don't worry, if you stay with me, you won't encounter such terrible things again."

Upon hearing Roland's words, Rene, the elderly witch, was alright, but Alice buried herself in Roland's arms.

This young child, recounting those events, clearly felt a lingering fear.

Looking at the desolate streets in the distance, Roland clarified the industries she would develop next.

She wanted to boil water for everyone.

That's right, literally, opening a hot water shop.

[PS: This is the third bonus chapter today. Thank you all for your support. Love from the author~]