Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The young nobleman, thinking about the current state of the empire, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Of course, his sigh was not because of the decline of the empire.

On the contrary, the empire is now thriving, and the surrounding regions have entered a rare period of peace.

Taking advantage of the lull in wars between nations, the Empire, relying on its natural seaport advantages, vigorously developed its economy and trade, actively followed up on the magical energy industrial revolution, and its national strength grew increasingly prosperous.

It has a strong momentum to gradually show its prowess on the world stage.

Unfortunately, this prosperous era allowed the younger generation of nobles to live an excessively privileged life.

The young nobles have almost forgotten how the empire came to stand on this land.

Two hundred years ago, it was war nobles like them who built the empire's defenses with their blood and flesh, and fought fearlessly against foreign tribes.

Orcs, elves, goblins, dwarves, and even liches.

No matter what race came, the war nobles never retreated even a single step.

Two hundred years later, however, they were forced to leave the center of power and become border lords.

Even so, they were still proud of the empire and proud of the establishment of yet another pure-blooded human empire.

Unfortunately, the hedonistic atmosphere was like a raging flood, poisoning the youth of the empire.

The young nobles in the capital now spend their days frequenting pink-themed businesses, idling away their time and doing nothing—it's utterly outrageous!

"Let's go, Lux, there's nothing more to see here."

"Let's go and see what makes the Roland Group so special that it can attract so many forces."

After saying that, the two siblings left the memorial pier and walked along the street toward New Sprout Street.

As they drew closer to the headquarters of the Roland Group, the surrounding noise grew increasingly intense, with crowds comparable to those at a tourist attraction on Earth, a bustling hodgepodge like a mixed stew.

People dressed in all sorts of costumes moved back and forth on the street, and the sounds of hawking, gossip, and the shouts of noble servants filled the air.

"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale!"

"The latest Harbor Daily from the Royal Capital reveals the little-known stories of the southern tribes of Roland Kane!"

"Lemonade, freshly chilled lemonade, a special offer from the Krusty Krab restaurant, 50% off."

"Krusty Krab delivery is now available! We also sell various snacks. Spend over ten silver coins and receive a free Pink Harbor collectible promotional poster!"

"The Roland Group's internal tours are now open for registration! Interested gentlemen, please inquire at the travel office!"

"We are a legitimate tour group, officially affiliated with the group, and we're here to take you behind the scenes to uncover the astonishing secrets hidden within our organization!"

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The aristocratic brother and sister had just turned the corner when they were startled by the scene before them and froze on the spot.

At this time, the area in front of the main gate on the east side of the Roland Group has been transformed into a huge, open square. In the center of the square is a circular flower bed, and in the center stands a beautiful statue of Roland.

This Roland statue makes no attempt to conceal the fox's features, even depicting her dressed in fox-themed clothing and playfully making a cat-like greeting gesture.

A large number of Roland Group employees gathered in front of the gate and under the statue, waving small flags to further hype up the atmosphere.

The unit responsible for sealing off the Roland Group was the Flesh Tooth Guard, which Bizan had mobilized.

The werewolf warriors of the guard could only stand resentfully in their encampment by the gate, watching everything unfold before them.

It's not that they don't want to continue the lockdown, it's that they simply can't continue it.

They are the employees who can stop the Roland Group.

But a large number of nobles insisted on going in, and there was nothing they could do!

From the encampment of the Flufftooth Guard, the werewolves' frustrated complaints could be heard.

"Miss Secretary, who would have thought of that?"

The werewolf chief of staff, looking indignant, slammed his paws heavily on the table and complained to his werewolf secretary.

"That Roland Kane doesn't play by the rules at all."

"Between surrendering and taking a desperate gamble, she specifically chose to open the business on a grand opening day."

"And that lousy internal sightseeing tour attracted a huge number of nobles, and guess what?"

The werewolf chief of staff paused slightly, and only continued after the werewolf secretary showed a puzzled expression.

"That Roland actually let her employees take the nobles on a tour of the factory and a visit to the church."

"She even opened the greenhouse and took the nobles who came from afar to see the wheat field scenery and to dine at that restaurant called Wheat Wave View Restaurant."

"My God, seriously..."

"If I didn't have to command the guard regiment, I would also like to sign up and see. It is said that the scenery there is unique and there is no other place like it in the empire."

The wolf-woman secretary opened her mouth in surprise, and a faint scent of heather wafted out, but she quickly waved it away.

She listened blankly to the werewolf chief of staff's narration, her mind unable to process it for a moment.

"What exactly is Roland trying to do?"

"How would I know, Secretary?"

The werewolf chief of staff slapped his forehead, a human-like helplessness appearing on his wolfish face.

"Don't even mention that I don't know; even the forces that came to help Roland before don't understand what Roland is doing."

"Even if she earns more money now, it's useless. You need to have the freedom to spend money."

"Once the arbitration conference is held and she is stripped of her noble status, won't that money still have to be handed over to us and divided among the empire?"

The wolf-woman secretary remained silent.

Indeed, Roland's actions made her seem like a greedy fool who was completely oblivious to the mess she was making.

Is Kloran really that stupid?

Of course not.

If she had to say something, she thought Bi Zan was pretty stupid.

It was just luck that they managed to catch Roland, this big fish.

But why does Roland seem completely unafraid of the arbitration conference?

The wolf-woman secretary frowned, her chaotic thoughts flashing through her mind like a camera shutter.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what other tricks Roland had up her sleeve.

"Tsk... Roland Kane, what a troublesome character."

Finally, she could only sigh inwardly, stand up with her hands on the armrests of the chair, and bid farewell to the werewolf advisor.

"Chief of Staff, I will report the situation here to Lord Bizan. I will trouble you to continue to hold this post here."

"You don't need to pay attention to the nobles who enter the group; just stop the employees related to the Roland Group."

"As for Roland, she has a dragon's binding ring on her body, so she can't escape."

She swayed her plump, pert buttocks as she left the compound building and boarded the magical carriage that opened at seven o'clock.

The lavishly decorated magic carriage slowly started, the runes on the magic-driven engine lit up, turning the wheels, and the carriage left the east gate of the Roland Group at a smooth speed.

The carriage turned the corner and passed by a pair of noble siblings who were standing there dumbfounded.

The two siblings were still processing what they were seeing.

Lux nudged her brother's arm with her shoulder, pointed at the bustling entrance of the Roland Group, her eyes full of doubt.

"Dude, is this really our destination?"

"This place doesn't look like a venue for an arbitration conference at all!"

"If you said this was the entrance to some pink club, I'd be somewhat inclined to believe you."