Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Realizing that Thranduil was about to loosen his grip, Roland reacted immediately.

She grasped the little saintess's palm with her own, revealing a gentle smile.

"Your Highness, holding hands is just right."

"The popularity of the Roland Group has only increased recently, and the streets are packed with people. It wouldn't be good if we got separated."

"Even if we can find it, it will inevitably spoil the mood."

How could superhumans get separated? This is clearly just a polite way of saving face.

Thranduil's face flushed, and she turned her head away from Roland's gaze.

Although she didn't answer, she stopped what she was doing, placed her little hand obediently in Roland's palm, and followed beside Roland.

The two walked down the stairs in a silent and peaceful atmosphere.

……

After a ten-minute ride in a horse-drawn carriage, we arrived near the greenhouse along the wide main road.

Roland and Serandil stepped out of the car and walked hand in hand along the sightseeing corridor.

Both women were stunningly beautiful, and their white bodysuits had an exotic flair, making them theoretically quite eye-catching.

Fortunately, the popularity of the Roland Group has only increased recently, and the greenhouse has become a veritable aristocratic amusement center, surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women.

The magic of this other world is a wonderful thing.

While it can't make people smarter, it's more than enough to elevate their appearance by several notches.

Therefore, places where nobles congregate are never short of handsome men and beautiful women.

After Roland and Thranduil used some subtle methods to conceal themselves, they didn't stand out too much.

The two walked to the center of the greenhouse.

The once tranquil lawn beneath the trees of harvest has been transformed into a bustling tourist and commercial district.

With Roland's generous investment of milk and resources, Lady Tree used her natural magic to transform the surrounding area into a plant paradise.

The oak walkway, the cradle for relaxation, the cafe, the snack stalls, and even the ice cream shop along the walkway are all made of living plants.

When the weather changes, the plant-based structures can adjust their shape at any time, bringing visitors a wonderful viewing experience.

The aristocratic tourists clearly enjoyed this natural interaction; middle-aged noblewomen with their children could be seen everywhere, playing and taking photos among the flowers.

Roland looked around at the scenery and sighed softly.

"That's outrageous. If you threw a brick out there, you could probably hit several viscounts."

"I thought the popularity of the Roland Group would decline quickly."

Upon hearing this, Thranduil finally found a topic to ease the awkwardness and tugged at Roland's palm in reply.

"You should thank me for this, Miss Roland."

"Hmm, Your Highness played a role in this?"

Roland squeezed the small hand in her palm, her smile unconsciously becoming even gentler.

Thranduil curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"Of course, I promised before that I would help you resolve the troubles on the Empire's side."

She raised her chin at the lively scene around her, a smug look flashing in her eyes.

"Look, this is the result."

"Uh, I don't understand... Your Highness, how did you solve it?" Roland was completely confused. "Before, the Imperial Council would try to persuade me to attend group matchmaking dinners every now and then."

"Of course, it was solved in no time."

Thranduil's lips curled up so much they almost crooked.

With the Moon Maid not around, and Roland indulging herself, she was going to enjoy the thrill of Versailles to the fullest.

"Miss Roland, the health problems of your empire's emperor are not a troublesome issue for the headquarters church's deep-rooted wealth."

"With the emperor's problem solved, all that remains are powerful figures who covet your bloodline."

"Although they are annoying, they don't dare to act recklessly in front of me."

Thranduil said this, but thinking of the nobles in the empire who were like leeches, he pursed his lips and waved his hand.

"In short, I told them that the church does not interfere with your free love, but only requires your partner to maintain a righteous faith."

"So even viscounts and earls of higher status flocked here, which just increased the group's revenue and publicity."

Roland tilted her head slightly.

It turns out that the reason he had been receiving luxurious love letters and gifts every day was because of Thranduil's actions.

Considering the profits from the gift and its benefits to the group's development, Roland sincerely praised Thranduil.

"Your Highness has helped us so much behind the scenes, thank you so much!"

Feeling that her sincerity wasn't enough, Roland made a small heart shape with her hands.

"Miss Seran, I love you~"

"Love what...how frivolous!"

Thranduil noticed Roland's flamboyant performance and spat in disdain.

He was scathing in his words, but his ears perked up unusually, the tips of which were flushed with a happy blush.

Roland didn't expose the arrogant little saintess, but instead expressed herself through her actions.

She took Thranduil's hand and quickened her pace, walking to the ice cream shop run by the beast girl. Like an ordinary noblewoman's mother, she greeted her with a smile.

"Boss, two deluxe cream ice creams, random flavors, please."

"Yes, madam. This is twenty silver coins. I wish you and your daughter a wonderful travel experience."

The beast girl was extremely efficient and quickly handed over a 30-centimeter-tall fresh fruit and cream ice cream.

She habitually offered a polite blessing, only to realize later that something was amiss.

The person in front of me is not some "madam".

This gentle fox-woman is none other than Miss Roland, the boss of her superior—the Nightingale Maid, the manager of the greenhouse tourist area!

The cat-eared beast girl's tail instantly exploded into a club shape, and she stammered in a low voice.

"Miss Roland... what brings you here!"

"Sorry, sorry! Your ice cream is free!"

Shh~ Don't make a sound.

Roland put a finger to her lips, winked playfully, and then handed over a gold coin with her mage's hand.

After hesitating for a long time, the cat-eared beast girl finally picked up the exquisite oak clip and clipped the gold coin behind the stall.

Immediately afterwards, a large mouth flower bloomed on the wall of the shop and swallowed the gold coin.

This process is entirely hands-free, elegant, and luxurious, perfectly meeting the visual and psychological needs of the nobility, which is also an important reason why aristocratic tourists are willing to accept roadside stalls.

Roland nodded in satisfaction, left the shop, returned to Thranduil, and bowed.

"Your Highness, please have some ice cream."

From Thranduil's perspective, Roland was a sight to behold, her delicate branches bearing abundant fruit, her breasts peeking out from her neckline covered in smooth white silk, their white skin tinged with pink, as if they were real ice cream.

She shook the strange thought out of her mind, turned her head and cleared her throat.

"Ahem, don't treat me like a child."

"That beast girl just now treated me like your daughter."

"I wouldn't eat something like this, it's only for little kids..."

"Ham, Your Highness, would you like to give it a try?"

Roland interrupted, having already taken a large bite of the creamy ice cream in her left hand, and looked at Thranduil with an innocent expression.

"what?"

Thranduil was momentarily stunned.

What to try?

Try being a daughter?

Seeing Thranduil's stunned expression, Roland waved the ice cream that belonged to Thranduil in her right hand.

"Oh, so you just wanted to try some ice cream."

Thranduil took it guiltily and licked it like a fawn.

This creamy ice cream was a new creation by Roland, with a smooth and creamy texture that instantly won over Serandil.

"Haha, I knew you'd like to eat that."

"It's not that I like it, it's just because it's new and exciting."

"If Your Highness likes it, I'll secretly bring you here to eat again next time when Maid Yue isn't around."

"Hmm... I still like it a little."

As Thranduil spoke, he secretly glanced at Roland.

She wasn't quite sure whether she was talking about ice cream or about the vixen in front of her who exuded the aura of a married woman and mother.

Roland did not notice Thranduil's unusual behavior.

She took the little saintess's hand, and the two of them, like a real mother and daughter, joked and laughed as they walked up the spiral staircase of the Wheat Wave Restaurant.