Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland happily tinkered with mushroom cultivation.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious study in the upper part of Black Iron City, Roland was embroiled in an argument.

One of them was an old acquaintance of Roland's, Tiger Head Bizan.

On the other side is Bal Zelen, a high-ranking demon nobleman from Black Iron City and a leading figure among the younger generation.

The two stood in front of a tracking magic circle.

Magic bubbles floated above the magic circle, each bubble containing items they had painstakingly found that were connected to Roland.

For example, a phase teleportation array tile that Roland had stepped on barefoot.

Unfortunately, tracking magic isn't as magical as divine magic. Even if the footprints are clear, and you can even smell a faint scent of feet when you get close, its effectiveness is still quite limited.

This tracking magic circle can only confirm that Roland is still staying in Black Iron City.

However, that was enough. Black Iron City was the domain of the Grey Dwarves and High Demons. As a top noble among the High Demons, Young Master Baal could mobilize the city's defenses and his family's spy network to completely expose Roland—that was theoretically the case.

In reality, however, he searched for a whole month, his guards captured a large number of orcs, and he spent a lot of energy and money, but he couldn't find even a single hair of Roland.

The atmosphere in the study had plummeted to freezing point.

"Baal, it's been a month and you still haven't found Roland. Are all your men incompetent?"

"If your men aren't up to the task, open the city gates and let my men in to help. We're the experts when it comes to fox-beastmen."

The tone of the praise was unfriendly.

How could Young Master Baal possibly agree to such a thing? If the people of the Church of Vulcan were allowed to interfere, it would inevitably disrupt the power structure of Black Iron City.

He's not that stupid.

"Lord Bizan, please calm down. Roland is still in Black Iron City, isn't she?"

"She escaped using spatial turbulence, but she must have suffered severe spatial erosion. Now she's just a cripple with damaged magic. In her current state, she can't leave Black Iron City and doesn't dare to. We just need to investigate step by step to slowly squeeze out her living space..."

"Squeeze slowly?" Bizan interrupted. "Isn't a month of squeezing enough, and you haven't even gotten a single useful clue?"

In other words, your strategy is completely useless.

"Lord Bizan, Black Iron City is, after all, a giant three-dimensional city, and the difficulty of its investigation cannot be compared with that of your surface world."

Young Master Bal patted his head, looking somewhat troubled.

"Furthermore, we cannot be certain whether Roland has infiltrated the noble mansions in the upper city. You also mentioned that Miss Roland is skilled in social seduction and cultivating powerful backers. If she has found a protector, our search will be somewhat troublesome."

Bizan crossed his arms and snorted.

"Hmph, that's why I suggest you let our people in."

"Let them in?" Baal chuckled. "So, after letting them in, you'll use the name of my Zelen family to kick down doors and search the mansions of nobles?"

"Baal, I spent a fortune on sublimated crystals on this! Do you know how precious those things are?!"

"Of course I know, so even though the gray dwarves have objections, I'm still persisting in searching for Roland's whereabouts."

At this point, both of them fell silent.

Just then, a rapid knocking sounded at the door, and young Master Bal turned around abruptly.

"who."

"Young master, it's me, Butler Petrov."

"Come in."

As soon as Baal finished speaking, the burly demon butler with white hair and beard walked in, exuding a powerful magical aura, his strength far exceeding that of Baal, whose foundation was incomplete.

But Petrov's butler was very respectful, bowing slightly to Bar.

"Petrolov, what happened?" Young Master Bal asked.

"Young Master, our intelligence agents have found what you ordered us to keep an eye on."

"Is it related to that Miss Roland?"

"Yes, it's related to Miss Roland."

"What!" Bizan's voice rose three octaves in an instant, his eyes burning as he stared at the butler. "Have you found any clues about that vixen? Show her the evidence now!"

Butler Petrov looked at young Master Bal hesitantly.

"Just take it out here. The search has made no progress for a while, so it's time to bring out something to boost morale."

Butler Petrov nodded and took out a glass box as tall as a person from his spatial ring. The box was framed with magical metal to ensure that the contents would not leak any energy or be damaged.

This is the highest level of preservation that the intelligence department uses for important evidence. Barr's expression immediately turned serious, and he went over to help the butler place the glass box on the table.

"What is this... a silk nightgown?"

Barr frowned as he looked at the contents of the box. On the bottom of the red velvet box lay a high-end, exquisite women's nightgown, its fabric extremely soft and comfortable, something that probably only wealthy noble ladies could afford.

As a member of the Black Iron City elite, Baal had seen countless similar nightgowns, and had even personally torn off a dozen or twenty of them.

The difference is that the silk nightgown in the glass case is a bit too daring in its cut, with a lot of room in the design of the chest and hips, but the overall length is not long.

If the designer of this nightgown isn't out of his mind, then it means the owner of the nightgown is a super slut with a baby face and huge breasts.

Fortunately, he and Bizan both knew people who met this criterion.

"That's the nightgown that slut wore the other day!"

Bizan exclaimed in surprise, his tiger-like eyes fixed on Butler Petrov.

"Where did you find her? Where is Roland? Did someone beat you to it?"

Baal raised his hand to stop Bizan, signaling him to calm down, and said in a deep voice.

"Petrolov, tell me where this thing comes from."

"Yes, sir." Petrov took out a notebook from the lining of his butler's uniform. "According to our intelligence personnel, this thing was bought from a general merchandise merchant outside Black Iron City. They have now detained and interrogated the merchant."

"However, this dress had been resold many times, and the merchant couldn't give a clear answer. The intelligence personnel traced it for two or three days before they could roughly determine its original source."

"It was a lowly succubus who sold this dress."

"A low-level succubus?" Bizan asked doubtfully. "Shouldn't it be a white-tailed fox-orc?"

Young Master Baal nodded in agreement with Bizan's words.

"Petrolov, this nightgown should belong to Miss Roland. We've seen her wearing it."

"She's a snow mountain fox with a curvaceous figure; has the intelligence department made a mistake?"

"Young Master, the intelligence department has confirmed it multiple times."

Butler Petrov, with a serious expression, pointed his finger directly at the nightgown.

"The person selling this nightgown has succubus horns and a heart-shaped tail, low magical power, and a seductive and lewd temperament; she is definitely a low-level succubus."

"And this succubus should be in Black Iron City right now!"