Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

After making her rounds and returning to the third floor, Roland began writing the project proposal.

The rapid expansion of the slums in the hot water workshops is fundamentally due to a lack of job opportunities.

However, Roland cannot provide so many job opportunities in a short period of time.

However, maintaining public order is not difficult.

As Roland wrote, she spoke.

"We can set up a security team. They don't need to deal with supernatural forces; they can just handle patrolling around the church."

Nightingale, a maid standing nearby, raised a question.

"But the people in the slums are all weak and frail, and probably wouldn't be up to the task of being a security team member."

Roland waved her hand.

"You just don't understand."

"As long as they have good food and sufficient nutrition, and then receive some training, they can become very good fighters."

"Such a team, coupled with moral education classes, will have extremely high loyalty to us."

Roland wrote this idea down on paper and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Yes, it can also provide a lot of jobs, relieving employment pressure. It's a win-win situation."

"The problem is finding a good instructor to lead the team. Do you have any recommendations?"

Jenny, who was sitting on the sofa, raised her hand in response.

"I can check the personnel information."

She is currently the head of human resources at the Roland Group and is very skilled in this area.

……

After Jenny left the office, only Roland and Nightingale remained.

Roland noticed the slight hesitation on Nightingale's face and asked curiously.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with my plan?"

"Uh...no."

"However, setting up a security team like this will probably cost a lot of money."

"We've operated so many businesses and put in so much effort, but it seems like we haven't made much money."

The Nightingale's very first words screamed "old capitalist."

Upon hearing this, Roland sat up on the sofa, rested her legs on the armrest, and turned to look at Nightingale.

"The Krusty Krab has made a lot of money, hasn't it? And there's my stable potion dividend too."

"The stabilizing potion doesn't count; that's your personal achievement."

The nightingale tried hard to keep her eyes from drifting toward Roland's feet.

He answered calmly.

"As for the Krusty Krab, to be honest, considering the investment in construction and machinery, it will at most break even."

"There's also free meals and accommodation for employees, medical insurance, hot water subsidies..."

"Miss Roland, you're practically doing charity."

Roland immediately gave her a strange look.

"Nightingale, didn't you say you were happy to help the poor?"

The nightingale nodded.

"Helping the poor is indeed very gratifying, but the way you run the group just feels..."

The nightingale racked her brains and finally came up with an adjective.

"It just doesn't feel right. All those hard-earned silver coins are just being given away to the poor."

Roland: "..."

Wow, what a high concentration of capitalist warriors! No wonder he was once the Fifth Prince's loyal lackey.

Roland was a little embarrassed, so she twisted her waist to straighten herself and crossed her legs.

"So what do you plan to do to make money off those ordinary people?"

Nightingale pondered her sisters' actions, feeling somewhat bewildered.

"If we don't make money off ordinary people, who will we make money off?"

"Whoever has the money can make money," Roland said matter-of-factly.

"The poor have been squeezed dry, how can they earn money as easily as nobles and extraordinary people?"

Roland felt a surge of excitement at the thought of the Pink Harbor project.

"Hehehe, then let those incredibly hungry succubus employees in Pink Harbor take care of them."

She stretched her little hand out into the air, then slowly clenched it into a fist.

"Money, fame, energy—I want it all."

……

After discussing industry issues, the air fell silent.

Nightingale felt a little uncomfortable and carefully observed Roland's expression.

I feel that my remarks just now might have affected the atmosphere.

She leaned back on the sofa and asked cautiously.

"Miss Roland, did my answer just now displease you?"

As Roland looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, she idly swung her raised leg, as if she were stepping on a distant building.

Roland was taken aback by what she heard and looked up at Nightingale.

"No, you think that way because of the limitations of your time, which is perfectly normal."

She answered casually, then frowned and looked the nightingale up and down.

Wait, when did Nightingale become so attentive and considerate towards me?

Something's off, even down to ten or nine out of ten.

She was so defiant before, like a captured female knight, her mouth was the hardest thing in the whole body.

It feels so out of place.

Roland rested her chin on her hand and began to ponder deeply.

It seems that she became much more enthusiastic after seeing the inside version of "Cat Maiden Photobook"?

No way...

The maid's loyalty can be cultivated slowly; after all, she has a collar as a safety net, so there's no fear of betrayal.

However, if a habit becomes abnormal, it becomes difficult to handle.

Roland sat up, intending to test the waters.

"Nightingale, I want to go for a walk. Could you please bring me my shoes?"

"I would be delighted."

Nightingale turned around and picked up the shoes, then her gaze fell on the delicate jade feet wrapped in black silk.

Her eyes lit up, and she knelt down on one knee.

"Miss Roland, let me help you put it on."

"That's not a good idea... I just went out on patrol and have been covered up for a long time."

"No, no, no, how could a maid be afraid of such a thing?"

The nightingale tried to maintain a blank expression, but the base of its long ears turned red.

Both hands eagerly lifted the target.

Upon seeing this, Roland sadly covered her face.

Her maid has finally gone astray.

What turned you into this, Tomorrow O Ark?

No, it's that "Cat Saintess Photobook"!

As if she had thought of something, Roland looked worriedly at the exquisitely packaged photo album on the coffee table.

What's going on with this thing? Isn't it a bit weird?

Will they cause any trouble?

……

More than two weeks have passed.

While Roland was tinkering with the security team, something happened.

Hysen Harbor Center, Wayne Company Headquarters.

The intelligence officer handed a book to the royal maid.

The maid's name is Lywind, and she is the same maid who appeared earlier, the personal maid of Princess Elizabeth.

The books in her hands are part of Pink Harbor's recent promotional campaign.

A very special photo album, named as follows.

"Cat Saintess Photobook"

This thing began to circulate among noble circles, and it was said that those who saw its contents were as if they were bewitched.

He stopped watching animal-eared girls, drank less alcohol, and even gave up addictive magic drugs.

He was always thinking about going to that godforsaken place, the old port area.

Considering the possibility that it might be related to Roland, Lywind immediately obtained a copy.

Lywind sat down on the sofa, took an elegant sip of tea, and placed the book on the Dragon Court wooden table.

Before handing it over to Her Highness Elizabeth, you should first give a general overview of the contents.

She opened the book and glanced at it.

Then he spat out a mouthful of tea.

What the hell is this?!

Lywin quickly closed the cover, not even bothering to straighten her wet clothes, and immediately stood up.

I strode quickly toward the top-floor office.

"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened!"

"Miss Roland has gone into the adult entertainment industry!"