Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The restaurant on the second floor of the church.

Roland stood beside Renee, holding a bottle of "Roland Brand Milk," supervising Renee as she ate.

Renee sat in her seat, with six empty glass bottles already placed in front of her.

He was still putting a bottle into his mouth.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

"Sister Roland, I can't drink anymore."

Renee simply couldn't take it anymore.

Her belly is only this big, so even if it tastes good, she can't handle a large quantity.

In the end, he didn't even finish the bottle in his hand, leaving a third of it on the table.

Seeing that Renee couldn't help but hiccup, Roland didn't press her further and instead asked with concern.

"Rennie, how are you feeling now? Is it having a soul-restoring effect?"

"Yes, yes, but soul repair should be done gradually, you don't need to drink so much all at once... hiccup."

As Renee spoke, she let out another burp and patted her tummy.

Roland was still worried.

Seeing this, Ms. Tree couldn't help but speak up.

"Don't worry, Miss Roland. I can sense that little Renee's magic circulation has stabilized a lot and she will recover in a short time."

"Now all you need to do is get some rest, that's all."

"Really? Then I'll take little Renee to sleep now."

……

Watching Roland carry little Renee away, Ms. Tree turned her gaze to the table.

Behind a pile of overturned glass bottles, there was another bottle with a little bit of milky white liquid remaining.

A wave of bitterness washed over her, and her expression turned aggrieved, bitter and sour.

She can only drink one bottle of such a top-grade potion every three days.

Whenever Roland came up to water her, she was like a child enjoying a big feast during the New Year, and she was happy all day long.

But the potion she cherished so much was treated like a free drink by Renee.

They even drank until they were sick of it and vomited.

"Waaaaah, I was helping too."

Ms. Shu couldn't help but mutter to herself, "The difference is just too great."

In order to rescue Roland, she sacrificed her own power, forcibly creating a treant and sending it to the suburbs.

She then used the [Tree World Descent] technique, which further aggravated the damage. Now, the leaves of her main body and the large tree clone in the garden have turned yellow and withered.

Ms. Shu felt increasingly aggrieved.

A lock of her hair floated up, the strands intertwining and curling, turning into a green vine.

Then he reached into the half-empty bottle of milk that Renee didn't want and carefully began to drink from it.

We dare not waste the slightest bit.

As she drank, Ms. Shu wore a mournful expression.

"Waaaaah, it tastes so good, but I'm not happy at all..."

"Why isn't there a tree spirit as a counselor in this era? It makes me uneasy..."

……

Late at night, Roland did not go straight back to her room to sleep.

She was sitting on the sofa in her office, turned to face the huge floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the brightly lit hot water workshop in the distance.

And the surrounding simple, low-rise, but neat and orderly staff dormitories.

People were already sound asleep, enjoying the comfort of a heated environment and looking forward to tomorrow's work and food.

Seeing this, Roland couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Unbeknownst to many, she has become the support and pillar of life for tens of thousands of people.

A significant portion of the people here would have frozen to death this winter without the Roland Group.

Or perhaps they would hand themselves over to a necromancer and perish tragically in the basement.

……

Roland suddenly felt a considerable pressure on her shoulders.

The necromancer's underground slaughterhouse left her with considerable psychological trauma.

So, she had insomnia tonight.

I can only sit here like a wooden statue and watch the scenery, all that's missing is a couple of NetEase Cloud Music songs that evoke a sense of melancholy.

"No, I need to think of a way to alleviate this."

Roland slapped the armrest and sat up.

"I really don't know how Nightingale and Cat Coco get used to this."

Then, grumbling and cursing, he started fiddling with the spatial ring.

Then a bunch of random things started appearing on Roland's big sofa.

"Storybooks, educational toys...breeding guides—who put these things in my ring?"

Roland looked awkwardly at the book cover, which featured a cute succubus who couldn't afford clothes, with large, white front armor.

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood for this today."

"Oh, by the way, speaking of succubi, Kalil even left me a few bottles of [Elf Dragon Blood Brew] wine."

Roland slapped her forehead and took out two beautifully packaged bottles of wine, which were none other than the [Elf Dragon Blood Brew] she had drunk before.

This stuff is not only easy to get drunk on and good for your health, but it also makes her feel comfortable all over, especially her heavy chest.

Even little Renee praised it repeatedly after drinking it, and was happy for several days.

This thing is perfect for decompression.

She pulled out another bunch of snacks and desserts and started drinking straight from the bottle.

A bite of peanuts, a sip of wine, and then two strawberry cream puffs—it couldn't be more enjoyable, making Roland hum softly.

"Kariel is so kind; she even remembered to pack me a few bottles of this good stuff before her business trip!"

"One sip and all my thoughts are cleared up; this magical wine is truly extraordinary."

"Hiccup~~~ Oh dear, it's been so long, I kind of miss Kalil."

……

Twenty minutes later, an empty wine bottle appeared at Roland's feet.

He was still holding half a bottle in his hand, and was pouring expensive elven wine into his mouth.

In her left hand she held the breeding guidebook she had just received, glancing at it critically every now and then.

"Succubi are amazing. They're beautiful and capable. To this day, almost all of my senior management are succubi."

"Damn it, all my subordinates are incompetent; they can't even write a proper document."

"Ah... that's not quite right either. Miss Tree is also one of my subordinates. She's incredibly skilled at paperwork, and she's also a Tree of Life."

Roland mumbled drunkenly, then remembered what happened at the restaurant that afternoon.

"Oh right, I've been preoccupied with the necromancer for so long that I forgot to check on Miss Tree."

"I was so busy feeding Renee at the time. If I were Miss Tree, I would probably be green with envy."

"Ms. Shu should also receive a reward, otherwise wouldn't I seem stingy?"

Roland acted on her impulse, swaying as she got off the sofa, carrying a wine bottle in one hand and a breeding guidebook in the other.

Snacks were held up by a mage's hand as they made their way to the rooftop garden.

……

When Roland arrived at the Tree of Life, she saw the Tree Lady lost in thought.

Ms. Tree was sitting by the pond under the tree, her long, fair legs submerged in the water, occasionally teasing the ornamental fish with her toes.

Her expression was melancholy, as if she had countless worries, as she gazed at the starry sky outside the glass dome.

It's obvious they're like me, suffering from insomnia.

Roland felt the same way, and staggered over to squat down next to Ms. Tree.

"Miss Tree, you can't sleep because of those evil necromancers, right?"

"Come on, let me buy you a drink. You'll be less troubled after you drink."

Roland sat down, only to see a clean bottle in the Tree Lady's arms.

Several other similar ones were piled up next to it, all clean and without any liquid residue.

She looked closely and realized that this was the bottle that Renee had left behind after drinking it.

Why are you picking up other people's leftovers?

She looked at Ms. Tree in a daze, only to meet a pair of pitiful, bright green eyes.

Ms. Tree pouted and said pitifully.

"Waaaaah, I've also suffered a lot today, so I picked up this to drink in order to recover."

Upon hearing this, Roland half-opened her eyes and looked at the tree itself, where a large patch of leaves had indeed turned yellow and withered.

She immediately felt a pang of heartache and a strange sense of guilt.

Fueled by the alcohol, he suddenly waved his hand.

"My dear minister, you have rendered meritorious service in protecting me today; how could I possibly favor one over the other!"

"Cricket, you'll have a few bottles of magic potions every day from now on, instead of going through one every three days!"

"No, not later, you can drink it now, I'll give it to you!"