Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

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

"A succubus?"

Barr raised an eyebrow.

"Have you found out what the relationship is between this succubus and Miss Roland?"

"no."

"What about the portrait?"

"No, too much time has passed. Merchants outside the city have traveled all over the country and seen countless succubi. It's hard to remember what a succubus looks like, especially an ordinary low-level succubus."

"Tsk, isn't there any useful information?"

Petrov flipped through the notebook and nodded.

"Yes, besides the lewd aura I just mentioned, that succubus has a great figure, very large breasts... and a perky butt too."

Upon hearing this, Tiger Head Bizan, who was standing in front of the glass case and carefully examining the silk nightgown, immediately trembled and turned his gaze to the butler.

"Great figure? Like Roland's figure?"

"Your Excellency Bizan, I am afraid I cannot answer this question. These characteristics are all based on the accounts of the merchants, and I have never met Miss Roland."

Young Master Baal looked at Bizan thoughtfully and asked.

"Bishop Bizan, do you have any unique insights?"

"I'm not sure..."

Bizan's frightening tiger face showed obvious hesitation. The image of Roland swishing her fox tail and grinning mischievously flashed through his mind. He also thought of how he had been tricked in the imperial capital in the past. His teeth unconsciously ground together, making a chilling crunching sound.

"Crunch, crunch."

"Bishop Bizan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Bizan took a deep breath. "I'll remind you of something: never underestimate that sly fox, Roland. She's very good at doing things unpredictably, and often the most impossible things are the ones she's most likely to accomplish."

"you mean."

"What I mean is, that succubus might actually be Roland herself."

Barr paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Oh, I see. You mean disguise, illusion, or polymorph?"

"Anything is possible."

"But these spells consume a lot of energy. Even if Miss Roland were to overexert herself to cast them now, she definitely wouldn't be able to maintain them for long."

"What if Roland didn't rely on magic, but actually became a succubus?"

Upon hearing this, the study fell silent. Young Master Bal and Butler Petrov both looked at Bizan as if they were looking at an illiterate person from a magical world.

"Bishop Bizan, have you been drinking?"

"I'm serious!"

"Are you drinking seriously?"

"Baal!" Bizan said in a suppressed voice, "This is not the time for jokes."

Young Master Bal shrugged.

"You were the one who joked first. There's no such thing as changing one's race or origin. If it were true, why don't we see anyone simply changing themselves into a powerful dragon?"

"I'm not joking, but you can't imagine how Roland can do things."

"Then why isn't it that Miss Roland is colluding with succubi? I've heard that Miss Roland has a good relationship with succubi in the mortal world. Maybe she's just popular with them. That would be a more logical deduction, wouldn't it?"

Bizan snorted, "I didn't say that Roland has definitely become a succubus. I'm just reminding you not to follow the rules when dealing with Roland and to not ignore the possibilities lurking in the corners."

"I've been dealing with that vixen for over a year, so I'm the most qualified to judge her methods."

Barr sneered inwardly.

Haha, we've been fighting for over a year?

That sounds nice, but I'm afraid I've been fooled for over a year. I'm really good at making excuses for myself... no, I mean, I'm trying to pat myself on the back.

If it weren't for the blast that opened a rift between the dark underground and the surface world, which by a twist of fate gave Bizan the opportunity to be reinstated, Bizan would have been essentially exiled.

"Alright, alright, I'll take your reminder. Anyway, our top priority is to find that lowly succubus who sells nightgowns. Whether she's Roland or not, we'll capture her."

Bizan sensed the perfunctory tone in Baal's words. Although he was angry, he quickly suppressed it.

Having suffered so much at Roland's hands, he had grown considerably and knew that getting angry now would be pointless. It would be better to wait until Young Master Baal suffered a loss at Roland's hands before making a request for the Church of Vulcan to intervene.

Young Master Bal stopped paying attention to Bizan; he was in a very good mood and turned to face Butler Petrov.

"Petrov, relay my orders: have the guards search for traces of low-level succubi and inspect their gathering places."

"Yes, young master."

Petrov agreed at first, and then offered his suggestions.

"Young Master, the Lower City has a complex population flow, and the number of succubus residents is enormous, several orders of magnitude larger than the fox-fox orcs. We may not have enough manpower."

"Then let the Chamber of Commerce join the search. It'll be a good opportunity to get those pampered guys moving and expand our influence in the lower city."

"As you wish."

……

Black Iron City, Commercial Plaza No. 2 in the Lower District.

"Sigh, it's true what they say, 'All talk and no action.' We already went through so much trouble just finding the white fox, and now we have to find a low-level succubus too. The city is overflowing with succubi, how are we supposed to find one?!"

"The demon guard squad leader named David complained."

Beside him followed a young demon henchman, dressed in a trainee guard uniform, with a two-headed police dog on a leash.

"Captain David, calm down. Anyway, the big shots in the upper city haven't said they want to find it immediately. The fox matter has already dragged on for a month, so it's not unreasonable to drag this succubus matter on for another two months."

"That's what they say, but we inevitably get scolded and have our wages and performance bonuses docked. They don't consider our difficulties at all. It's easy for those in power to talk when they're not in our shoes."

David snorted, stretched his neck from side to side, and turned to a corner of the shopping plaza.

"Forget it, what's the point of patrolling in the middle of the day? Let's go have a drink."

"Come on, I just got paid yesterday. I'll treat you to a drink at the Spinning Golden Sparrow today. It's a popular tavern that's recently become quite popular, and the drinks are pretty good."

"Thank you, David!"

The two walked to a corner of the square. The revolving Goldfinch Tavern was already full of customers, but fortunately it wasn't really mealtime yet, so David and his brother wouldn't have to stand and drink.

The demon henchman tied the two-headed police dog to a pillar, looked up at the floor-to-ceiling glass window at the front of the tavern, and immediately spotted the proprietress, Roland, behind the bar.

At this moment, Roland was sitting on a high stool, dressed in a short maid outfit, chatting with the tavern's customers.

Her breasts were so high that even her maid outfit couldn't hide their amazing curves and softness, making it impossible for nearby customers to resist looking at them.

But the thought of Roland's succubus identity made people sigh and turn their heads away.

The demon henchman also looked at Roland behind the bar, his gaze sweeping over her figure, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The key targets for observation assigned by the higher-ups are these low-level succubi with their prominent breasts and buttocks. The owner of the Spinning Golden Sparrow seems to fit the criteria perfectly.

"Hey kid, what are you daydreaming about? Tie up the big dog and go inside."

Captain David walked over to his dazed underling and slapped him on the shoulder.

The little devil shuddered, lowered his head, and leaned close to David, telling him everything he had discovered.

Finally, he hesitated.

"Captain, should we... investigate this succubus boss named Laura?"

"check?"

Captain David looked nonchalant, showing no intention of getting into work mode, and simply replied to his underling.

"Then let's check it out while we're at it."

"Let's go inside and have a drink."