Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland spent the whole day playing with Thranduil within the group.

They even got the little saintess to drink two jugs of mead.

If she weren't worried about being beaten up by the Moon Maid, she would have even planned to go to Pink Harbor with Thranduil to buy beaver girl figurines.

They continued like this until evening, when Roland and Thranduil, still wanting more, finally set off back to the group church.

Meanwhile, the Moon Maid had been waiting in the entrance hall for quite some time.

The moment this near-saintly elven maid appeared, Thranduil's body trembled, and she nervously slowed her pace.

"Moon, you've come."

"Your Highness, how is your study progress with Miss Roland?"

As she spoke, the Moon Maid sized up Thranduil, her brows furrowing slightly.

She felt that the distance between Thranduil and Roland seemed to have been shortened, and the atmosphere around them was much more harmonious than before.

In particular, Roland was wearing bodysuits and an elven fitted dress, maintaining a style consistent with Thranduil's.

From a distance, one might mistake them for a mother and daughter dressed in matching outfits.

Was Roland doing this on purpose?

The moon maid cast a suspicious glance at her.

Roland's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately stepped forward and cleared her throat.

"Ahem, Miss Yue, today I showed His Highness the profitable industries of the Roland Group, discussed the development of the noble market and the circulation of the industrial chain, and collected and recorded the imperial dietary customs."

"Your Highness is truly gifted; you figured it out in just one day."

Thranduil almost burst out laughing, then recalled the painful days of his high-pressure education before managing to keep a straight face and agree.

"Moon, I have indeed benefited a lot today. We have neglected industries related to people's livelihood for too long."

"Although the products and services of the Roland Group are not as profitable as those of extraordinary items, the cumulative effect is not to be underestimated, and they also meet the needs of our church's future faith development."

When the topic of faith came up, the Moon Maid nodded and walked to Thranduil's side.

"Miss Roland's business acumen is indeed worth learning from."

"However, it is getting late today, so it is time for you to return to the Cathedral of the Land Walkers. I have prepared a carriage for you."

"Thank you for your hard work, Yue."

After bidding farewell to Roland, Thranduil lifted her skirt and boarded the magical carriage parked in the garden.

The Moon Maid remained where she was, giving Roland a deep look.

"Miss Roland, you look beautiful in the white elf costume; it suits our race perfectly."

"Really? Thank you for the compliment!"

Roland pretended not to understand and smiled while touching her cheek.

The maidservant said nothing more, bowed, and boarded the carriage.

The magic carriage had been traveling for quite a while when the Moon Maid finally spoke.

"Your Highness, Roland is, after all, an imperial noble, and she is adept at scheming and taking advantage of others."

"When you're with her, you need to be able to tell if her words are flattering or not. The way she dressed today is most likely to please you."

Thranduil was silent for a few seconds, staring blankly out the window.

Outside the window, carriages carrying nobles passed by, heading towards the greenhouse to catch a ride to the hotel. The scene looked quite cozy under the streetlights and glowing grass.

She replied, recalling Roland's doting attitude earlier that day.

"I know Roland did it on purpose."

"I know."

Thranduil emphasized it twice, a strange sour feeling rising in his heart, as he looked directly into the eyes of the Moon Maid.

"I am her superior, I have powerful magical abilities, and I come from the Central Continent with a strong background. It is normal for her to curry favor with me."

"Moon, don't worry, I can tell the difference."

"It's good that Your Highness can distinguish between them."

The moon maid changed the subject.

"However, putting aside the shortcomings of the imperial nobility, Roland's abilities are truly remarkable."

"News has come in today that the group is about to launch new snack products, and the market is already buzzing even before they go on sale."

"I know this, it's potato chips, right? I already got the samples in advance."

Thranduil breathed a sigh of relief when the topic changed.

With a wave of his hand, a spatial rift opened up in front of him, and colorful packages poured out, piling up on the tea table in the center of the carriage.

Moon Maid never expected that Roland would leak the product information prematurely in order to curry favor.

Looking at the unfamiliar packaging on the coffee table, she also became curious.

She stretched out her finger and lightly touched the potato chip packaging with her fingertip.

In an instant, a faint ripple of wind elemental energy flashed through the air, and the packaging opened like flower petals, revealing its contents.

After tasting it elegantly, the maid gave it extremely high praise.

"These potato chips are delicious and cheap, and they're another new product poised to dominate the capital's market."

"At this rate, it's practically a foregone conclusion that the Roland Group will become the leader in the food industry."

"Just one or two years...unbelievable."

As the maid was filled with emotion, images of the group's greenhouse flashed through her mind.

The establishment of the greenhouse was the key to the Roland Group's current success.

To be precise, it was the abnormally high yield of crops in the greenhouse.

Before Roland developed high-yield crops, the entire Roland Group was almost driven to the brink of starvation by the famine led by the Church of Vulcan.

After the emergence of high-yield crops, the Roland Group shifted its focus and launched a variety of new products, mainly food and seasonings.

Not only did they resolve their own crisis, but they also gained a foothold in the capital.

They also severely damaged local business forces, recruited a large number of merchants, and together with the succubi of Pink Harbor, completely controlled the old port area.

In the process, it even benefited the Royal Capital Church of Light.

The actual controller of the Old Port District Business Alliance is now the church's treasurer, Marcus.

It seems that this was the reason why the Archbishop of the capital bypassed Seraf's iron-fisted rule and managed to promote Roland from a nun to a high nun.

The Moon Maiden paused for a moment, her thoughts returning to the information about the greenhouse.

In the center of the group's greenhouse, there is a tree spirit that accelerates crop growth.

That tree spirit is quite talented, possessing intermediate-level magic power. I wonder where Roland found it.

However, one thing is certain: a mid-level tree spirit alone could not possibly provide such a high yield.

Roland secretly possesses a special plant cultivation technique.

Thinking of this, the maid leaned forward slightly and whispered in her ear.

"Your Highness, the agricultural technology is of paramount importance to the development of the Roland Group."

"If you can obtain Roland's agricultural technology, it will be very beneficial to your future competition for the throne."

"I know."

Thranduil understood the Moon Maid's meaning and hesitated.

"If I could use this technology and promote it, a large number of nobles with land in the tribe would definitely side with me."

"Let's wait a little longer and let Roland and I get to know each other better."

"She spoils me... She'll give me her skills, and I'll give her something in return."

Thranduil almost let it slip, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Faced with the Moon Maid's questioning gaze, Thranduil silently rolled up the potato chips with his mage hand and began to chew them without a sound.

While biting, he pondered in his heart how to persuade Roland harmoniously without resorting to force.

that power?

status?

wealth?

Extraordinary items?

The rare and precious materials of the Central Continent?

In short, if Roland is willing to hand over the technology.

With his own background, it shouldn't be a problem for him to bypass headquarters and appoint a bishop directly.