Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

No matter how the representatives of the Spice Alliance shouted, pleaded, or cried, they were ignored.

The wolf-woman secretary gave a few perfunctory words and then summoned a guard to throw her out.

The merchant representative who was thrown out was on the verge of collapse, and began to viciously curse Bizan at the top of his lungs.

The wolf guards had no choice but to use their spiked clubs to calm it down before sending someone to escort it away before the business opened at seven o'clock.

Having done all this so blatantly, the wolf-woman secretary ignored the astonished looks of the surrounding tourists and simply stepped off the spiral staircase and disappeared.

……

The rooftop office opens at 7:00 AM.

As soon as the wolf-woman secretary reached the door, she faintly heard Bizan's roar coming from inside the room.

"Hahaha, damn Roland, now you know how powerful I am!"

"You slut, I'll torture you to death!"

Bizan's roar was interspersed with the pitiful pleas of the fox girl.

"Lord Bizan, please spare me! I can't breathe!"

"I am not Roland Kane... I am just an ordinary golden fox."

Hearing the commotion inside the room, the wolf-woman secretary curled her lips into a mocking and contemptuous smile, her eyes filled with disdain.

This disdain was directed at his superior—Tiger Head giving a thumbs-up.

Since the arbitration conference ended, Bizan seems to have completely lost his mind and fighting spirit, and has made the Golden Fox in the club dress up as a nun and pretend to be Roland in order to vent his anger.

The wolf-woman secretary reached out and pushed open the door, greeting them.

"Lord Bizan, I have driven away the Spice League people."

"That's good. They're just a bunch of opportunistic speculators who're about to go bankrupt, yet they dare to come knocking on my door and cause me trouble!"

Without turning his head, Bizan continued to suppress the blonde fox girl beneath him, while grinning with a ferocious tiger mouth.

"With the weather so hot this year, at least 20% of the ships loaded with spices have been damaged. In addition, the price of spices in the capital has been falling again and again, so bankruptcy is a foregone conclusion."

"Instead of offending me again, you might as well register with the Adventurers' Guild and risk your life to pay back the money."

The wolf-woman secretary reminded her.

"However, doing so will inevitably damage the confidence of our allies, especially now that the old port area is developing rapidly."

"Lord Bizan, you need to think carefully about how to develop our power and contain the Roland Group."

"Instead of wasting your energy on the fox girls at the club every day."

The atmosphere in the office froze instantly upon hearing this.

Bizan released his hands, throwing the poor fox girl down.

The rough action caused the poor fox girl to fall face down on the sofa. She struggled for a while with her bare arms before finally turning herself over.

At this moment, the nun's habit she was wearing, the same style as Roland's, had already been torn into shreds, and her exposed skin was covered in bruises, showing how much Bizzan resented Roland.

Without even bothering to tidy himself up, Bizan turned around and walked step by step to the wolf-woman secretary, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes and sternly reprimanding her.

"Wolf Mar, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I wouldn't dare, I'm just telling the truth."

The wolf-woman secretary didn't take a single step back. She reached out and lightly touched her cheek, displaying an expression of complete ease.

"Lord Bizan, while you were venting your impotent rage on your fox-girl employees, Roland was ramping up the development of her conglomerate."

"New products, new tourism projects, innovative card and board games, and a larger greenhouse..."

"With the succubi's pink harbor and the nobility's investment flowing back to the old port area, our 7 o'clock opening is about to decline."

Although he didn't directly insult Bizan.

But the underlying message was a veiled criticism of Bizan's incompetence.

Bizan was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Wolf Mar, I think you've gotten too big for your britches."

"If you're so capable, go and take care of Roland and her group, and deal with that Saintess Serandil from the Central Continent!"

"Are you sure you can do it?"

"You can't do it!"

As he spoke, Bizan patted his chest.

"I can do it!"

"I've always shouldered all the pressure and made sure the business opened at 7 pm. You have no idea how slippery and difficult that vixen is to deal with."

He said this with such confidence, as if he had never messed up anything.

But the wolf-woman secretary, as an observer, saw everything that happened that year clearly.

If we really delve into it, without Bizan's encouragement, Roland might still be stuck in her own little world.

She didn't respond to Bizan's impotent rage, but simply gave a faint laugh.

"hehe."

"Lord Bizan, are you afraid of Roland?"

That soft laugh became a fuse, completely igniting Bizan's anger.

"You think I'm afraid of her?"

"She's just a mid-level magic user; I could crush her with a single finger!"

Bizan roared, reaching out to grab the wolf-woman secretary's shoulder as he spoke viciously.

"Wolf Mar, take off your clothes!"

"If I can't teach Roland a lesson, I can certainly teach you one!"

The wolf-woman secretary remained unmoved, even flashing a bright smile.

This unusual behavior finally alerted Bizan to something amiss, and he temporarily halted his arrest.

"wrong."

"Wolf Mar, have you found another backer?"

The words had barely left his mouth when a powerful surge of magic struck Bizan's wrist, forcing him to stagger backward.

Bizan instantly realized something was wrong and looked toward the doorway with a serious expression.

"Who?!"

"Who dares to lay a hand on me?"

"Oh dear, Bishop Bizan has quite a temper. He can't be so rough when disciplining his lovely subordinates."

A woman's teasing voice came from outside the door, along with the crisp sound of high heels tapping on the tiles.

A tall, beautiful woman with long blonde hair walked in.

The woman was at least 1.8 meters tall, with a pair of round, spotted hyena ears on her head, and a long tail that was yellow at the base and gradually turned brownish-black as it went down.

Her most striking feature is the brown-black spots covering her hair, which enriches the visual experience and exudes a strong southern wildness.

Her name was Shaka Wayne, and she was a cardinal of the Church of Vulcan.

Their race is spotted hyenas. Although they are not known for their fighting prowess, they have the lion clan as their backers and can freely use their intellect within the Church of Vulcan.

The significance of such a person appearing here today is self-evident.

Bizan's face instantly fell, and he glared at the wolf-woman secretary with murderous eyes.

"Wolfmar, you actually betrayed me and reported what happened here in the Empire to headquarters!"

"If I had concealed it, that would have been a betrayal of the church."

The wolf-woman secretary maintained her smile, took a few steps back, and leaned affectionately on the arm of the spotted hyena cardinal, her left hand gently stroking the front of Shaka Wayne's skirt.

A peculiar feedback came from her fingertips, and the wolf-woman secretary's smile grew even sweeter.

The spotted hyena tribe has one characteristic.

Female spotted hyenas are almost identical to males.

(Note: Spotted hyena, a terrestrial animal, is the largest known mammal in the hyena family. Females are larger than males, weighing more than 14% more. The females of this species have very well-developed reproductive organs, sometimes even resembling those of the males.)

Often, what appears to be a beautiful and voluptuous spotted hyena girl hides a terrifying dragon beneath her skirt.

The wolf-woman secretary had previously made a whistleblower report and later became known for her silver tongue.

Shaka Wein has become her strong support.

And a new boss.

Shaka Wayne unabashedly wrapped her arm around the wolf-woman secretary, her slender fingers kneading the secretary's back, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at Bizzard.

"Lord Bizan, Wolfmar makes a very good point."

"Your performance in the imperial capital these past few days has really displeased the higher-ups at headquarters."