Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The interior of the Golden Sparrow Tavern in the Lower City.

Roland sat behind the bar, chatting with customers across the distance, keeping the atmosphere lively while also gathering all sorts of gossip.

The longer she remained a low-level succubus, the more alluring her aura became, exuding a captivating yet elegant charm with every gesture.

In some tabletop RPGs, she would be like having a super buff of "Negotiation Ability +10" all the time, able to chat with anyone she meets.

Perhaps I am really suited to be a succubus?

The thought flashed through Roland's mind, and suddenly her ears twitched, and her eyes turned sharply toward the door.

The door was opened from the outside, and two demon guards walked in one after the other. The demon in the lead was tall with thinning hair, and his uniform was clearly one level higher, the style of a squad leader.

Roland recognized the demon captain; he was mainly responsible for patrolling the square and often went to the tavern to relax with a couple of drinks, receiving a considerable amount of kickbacks in return.

Hmm... I'd say it's a friendly unit, albeit a close one.

As soon as Captain David entered the tavern, he raised his hand and waved to Roland from afar.

"Hey, boss lady."

"Welcome, Mr. David. Is this the usual?"

"The usual, two glasses of cloudy sweet wine, oh, and one for my little brother too."

The demon's underling was taken aback when he saw David and Roland talking so familiarly. He was about to ask a question when David stopped him with his outstretched hand.

"Kid, sit down and have a drink first. The proprietress will cooperate with our inspection."

Upon hearing Captain David's words, Roland raised an eyebrow slightly, served drinks, and leaned against the bar.

"Mr. David, what happened?"

"It's nothing serious." David picked up his clear glass, took a sip, and continued, "Boss lady, have you ever seen a fox-orc with a white or gold tail here?"

Roland's eyes narrowed slightly, but her smile remained unchanged.

"Golden-haired and white-haired fox-like beastmen?"

"I see quite a few. Foxes are very common in this area, especially around the commercial plaza. There are vendors selling goods, flowers, and even smiles everywhere... Mr. David, are you looking for someone?"

"Yes, it's what the adults in the Upper City told me to do, so I can only follow orders. You don't mind if I take the two-headed dog for a stroll around the tavern, do you?"

The two-headed dog is a canine magical beast from the dark depths, renowned for its sense of smell. It is often trained as an assistant to city guards and can be considered a police dog in another world.

They also possess considerable intelligence, allowing them to temporarily designate targets for searching and sniffing, which is perfect for the current situation.

Upon hearing this, Roland smiled even more brightly.

"How could I possibly mind what you're saying?"

"This is a legitimate tavern. We never do anything illegal or disorderly, and we certainly don't take in any random orcs. As long as you don't get any dog ​​hair on the food, you're welcome to inspect it."

"Thanks for your cooperation, boss lady." David breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to his henchman beside him, "Kid, you walk the two-headed dog around the tavern, and remember not to disturb the other diners."

The demon underling stared blankly at his captain.

What can you find out by going through all that? Isn't it just a formality?

David patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you standing there for? Go on, hurry up and finish your work so you can come and drink with me."

"Okay, Captain, I'll go right away."

Seeing that the demon henchmen had been sent away, Roland's smile gradually faded, and she looked at the captain of the guards.

"Mr. David, have the big shots in the uptown given you new jobs?"

"Who can argue with that? It goes on and on, day after day. The higher-ups just have to give the order, and we're running ourselves ragged. Today's random search of the tavern was just something we had no choice but to do."

"Then this is...?"

"It's about finding a succubus, a low-level succubus."

David accepted the mushroom cake from Roland, thanked her, and without further ado, relayed the news.

"Anyway, this matter has caused quite a stir. With your information channels, Boss Lady, you'll find out in a couple of days. They say that the fox clan wanted criminal we found before is connected to the low-level succubi. We need to thoroughly search any place where succubi gather, and we'll have to invite any succubi that match the description back for a chat."

Holy crap, how did they find out about the succubus so quickly? Have we been exposed?

Roland's body trembled, and she almost couldn't suppress her shock.

No, the idea of ​​changing races is too far-fetched. The perverted demon young master and the dead tiger head may not have discovered their own secret.

It's very likely that some oversight allowed them to find clues.

Roland took a deep breath almost imperceptibly, and the heart-shaped tail behind her slid down and wrapped tightly around her thighs, accentuating the alluring curves of her soft flesh, thus easing her tension.

She pretended to be very interested in gossip, leaning forward slightly.

"It's quite rare to see a low-level succubus and a fox-orc together."

"Our relationship with the fox clan isn't very good. Our advantages in the job market overlap too much, and the fox clan doesn't have any side effects from using promotion devices, nor do they face discrimination—I don't even really like fox orcs."

Roland spoke as if it were the truth, pouting her rosy lips and casting a resentful glance that sent shivers down the spines of nearby guests.

The guests quickly looked away, afraid that they might be bewitched and lured into a room by the proprietress, only to be instantly consumed by her charms.

When David heard Roland's disgust for the fox clan, his already dwindling suspicions vanished. However, he couldn't very well join in speaking ill of the fox clan, so he could only laugh awkwardly and drink.

After all, in Black Iron City, succubi are at the bottom of the social hierarchy, their status completely inferior to that of foxes.

Many members of the fox clan are living comfortably in the upper city, and there are even a few noble councilors.

On the other hand, if it weren't for the rumors that Loran had a close relationship with the secretary of the Grey Gold Merchant Guild's young lady, probably no one would give her any face.

Roland was fully aware of this and, unconcerned by David's reaction, continued to ask questions.

"Speaking of which, our lower city is so vast, and there are succubus sisters everywhere. How are you going to investigate?"

"How do we investigate? We'll just have to investigate anyway."

David sighed, as if he could already see himself being scolded by his boss and having his salary and performance bonus deducted. He helplessly touched his thinning hair and took a big gulp of wine in frustration.

Roland seized the opportunity to build the railway.

"Didn't the bigwigs in Shangcheng District define a general area? They can't expect you to just go door-to-door with a portrait, can they?"

"Portrait?" David got angry at the mention of this. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to him, because he slammed his hand on the table. "We don't even have a portrait. We only have a few vague features. It'll take us forever to find one."

It's good that there's no portrait!

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, loosened the heart-shaped tail that was wrapped around her thigh a few times, and poured David a full glass of cloudy sweet wine.

David instinctively reached out to take it, but stopped halfway.

"Never mind, we still have to patrol this afternoon, so it's not good to drink too much at noon."

"Oh dear, it's just a small cup, it'll be fine."

Roland covered her mouth and chuckled softly, letting out a seductive and alluring sound, her eyes curving into a beautiful arc.

"Consider this drink on my behalf. Tell me about the characteristics of that succubus sister; I might be able to keep an eye out for her in the future."

"Alright... okay, boss lady, if you see a succubus that matches the description, just let me know, and I'll split the reward with you."

"Actually, those features aren't very useful. They're just things like having a good figure, big breasts, a perky butt, dark black hair, and a lewd look."

As David spoke, he glanced at Roland somewhat awkwardly.

Roland smiled slightly and spoke frankly on David's behalf.

"Mr. David, these characteristics... seem to fit me quite well."