Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

When Roland heard Coco the cat's reply, her tail stood up straight in fright.

"Your sister opens at 7 PM?! Isn't that place a pink industry (pro-industry/pro-industry establishment)?"

Doesn't this mean that Coco's younger sister went into the sex industry?

Coco the cat nodded heavily and began to tell Roland the whole story.

……

The orc tribe that Coco the cat lived in migrated to the empire with their families because the nobles seized the land and oppressed the people.

In orc society, nobles are generally powerful races such as tigers, lions, and wolves.

Catgirls, foxes, rabbits, and other weak races are at the very bottom, almost no different from slaves.

At the same time, the orc nobles are the backbone of the Church of Vulcan and hold a very high position.

The behind-the-scenes bosses of the business that opens at seven o'clock are these orc nobles.

It can be said that when Coco's sister joined them, she was joining her enemy, the enemy who murdered her mother.

Her sister, on the other hand, integrated into the circle of orc nobles and became lost in the allure of money.

Coco the cat got angrier and angrier as she spoke, clenching her fists tightly.

"Not only did Cat Mai Mai jump into the pit herself, but she also recruited many sisters and brothers who migrated here as well."

"They were tricked into going in, dressed in shameless clothes, and fawned over the nobles and guests."

"Who remembers that it was those tiger-skinned nobles who seized our land and forced us to become homeless!"

"Now that they've endured so much hardship to escape oppression, why go back to being a lapdog? What's the point?!"

Roland seemed to have heard something incredible.

She quickly asked.

"Wait! Coco, are you implying that the 7 PM opening is a property of the Church of Vulcan?"

Coco the cat froze, shaking her head blankly.

"No, that's the shop of the Tiger Skin Gentlemen."

"Didn't you just say that the Tiger Clan holds a high position within the Church of the Fire God?"

Coco the cat nodded.

Roland couldn't help but hold her head.

"That's the power of the Church of Vulcan. Even if the church hasn't admitted it, it still represents the interests of the Church of Vulcan."

"Our Pink Harbor is still engaged in a business war with the 7 o'clock opening, so we hope the Church of Vulcan won't notice us."

"I don't understand," said Coco the cat.

"Miss Roland, would the Church of Vulcan really do anything bad to you?"

Roland shook her head.

She simply developed a psychological condition that made her afraid of churches, fearing that the Church of Vulcan might also target her.

She didn't know if she had any special constitution, but it seemed like everyone in the church was lusting after her.

Light, steel, life, harvest—she has attracted the attention of four church powers.

Moreover, putting all that aside, with so many secrets on my person, it would be a bad thing to provoke another powerful force.

Putting everything else aside, just the special skill of "Roland's Milk" would be a problem if outsiders discovered it.

That would really mean being arrested and locked in a dark room for a long, dark time.

Of course, Roland couldn't explain these inside stories to Coco the cat.

She returned to the topic of her cat, Coco.

Coco the cat scrunched up her little face and made a muffled sound.

"My sister is beyond saving."

"She's practically a master now, isn't she? A traitor who aided and abetted evil, she probably wouldn't be happy to be brought back!"

Roland remained silent.

She couldn't bring herself to offer any words of advice.

Ultimately, the reason why Coco's mother died was because of the greed of the orc nobles.

If the orc nobles hadn't encroached on the catgirls' lands, they wouldn't have had to leave their homes and migrate to the empire.

But then again, the orcs' situation wasn't much better in the Empire.

Orcs are generally less educated and less knowledgeable, making them much easier for factory owners to deal with than the locals.

The schemes were so elaborate and complex that even the locals were terrified, but the orcs were driven to despair.

Even those like Coco the cat, who are lucky and healthy, are still struggling.

Not to mention the bunch of disabled beast girls in the outer ring area.

Selling one's body at 7 PM, while losing dignity, is tantamount to begging for mercy from one's enemy.

But you won't go hungry or cold.

Roland didn't voice this opinion, fearing it would cause the innocent catgirl to break down.

She patted Coco the cat on the shoulder.

"Regarding your sister, I'll bring her back sometime when I have the chance."

"If someone's values ​​are distorted, there are magical methods to gradually correct them, but once a person is gone, they are truly gone."

"I have pretty good connections and influence right now, so bringing out a catgirl shouldn't be a problem."

Coco the cat bit her lip.

"Miss Roland, my sister is no longer a good person, you don't need to..."

She wanted to say no, but the words caught in her throat.

After struggling for a long time, Coco the cat finally lowered her head, her tone filled with shame.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland, I owe you so much."

Ultimately, blood is thicker than water. Even if her sister has fallen from grace, she is still her own sister, the child her mother protected even on her deathbed.

In response to Coco the cat's apology, Roland waved her hand.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it too much. You're a big cat who has done great things."

If it weren't for Coco the cat stealing the manhole cover and stopping the Abyss Cultists from escaping, Roland would probably have had a lot more enemies.

The thought of being targeted by that lewd and disgusting abyssal tentacle monster sent chills down Roland's spine.

As for Coco's sister.

If this happened on Earth, a sister who grows up crookedly would be quite troublesome.

But this is another world, with magical wonders.

She, Loran, has a hundred ways to make the yawning catgirl crawl all over the ground meowing, transforming her into a gentle catgirl.

……

After inspecting the operation of the composting plant, Roland returned to the church.

They immediately approached Nightingale, who was reading a book.

Nightingale was in the second-floor rest area, holding a book.

When she's not working, she spends her time here critiquing profound literary works.

There are plenty of snacks and a comfortable environment here, as well as a floor-to-ceiling window that covers an entire wall, facing the same direction as the third floor.

Looking outwards from the inside, you can also see passersby shivering in the snow and ice.

Seeing Roland rush in, Nightingale closed the book in her hand and placed it calmly on the coffee table.

Then another serious history book was placed on top of it.

She looked at Roland and gave her a polite smile.

"Miss Roland, welcome home. How is the inspection going?"

"It's alright, the composting plant is running very well."

"Vina's technical team improved the process and avoided many of the problems that would have occurred. Thank you so much for finding them for me."

Roland poured herself a cup of tea and then got down to business.

"Nightingale, do you know who the boss behind the 7 o'clock opening is? Is it related to the Church of Vulcan?"

Logically, you should ask Salia or Kalil for this kind of information.

However, the succubi went back to work on the important matter of the goddess's resurrection, and only the nightingale in the church could be considered knowledgeable.

Nightingale said, stroking her chin.

"Miss Roland, the business that opens at seven o'clock is a merchant guild formed by orc nobles, and it has some connection with the Church of the Fire God."

Why are you suddenly asking this question?

Roland had no choice but to briefly explain the situation with her younger sister, Coco the cat, and express her concerns in the process.

"Miss Roland, there's no need to worry too much about the Church of Vulcan. Its influence in the capital is far inferior to that of other churches."

"Unless you have something really good that would make them go all in and go completely crazy, which is of course impossible."

The nightingale paused, then her expression turned serious.

"As for the [7 PM Opening] club, if you want to get Cat Coco's sister out, you'd better act quickly."

Roland frowned and put down the tea she was about to drink.

"What do you mean? Is it because of Pink Harbor?"

The nightingale nodded.

"Yes, the close relationship between our Roland Group and Kalil is no secret in the capital's high-end circles."

"I'm afraid the orc nobles will take advantage of this to extort money from you."

"Especially Pink Harbor is gaining more and more attention now. The longer this drags on, the greater the price we will have to pay."

Roland thought to herself, "As expected."

As the saying goes, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.

If the roles were reversed, she would also let the other person know what cruelty is.

The difficulties we face now are not limited to this one.

The situation with Cat Coco's younger sister is a bit complicated now; it's said she's already risen to a mid-to-high-level position.

If she's really brainwashed and refuses to cooperate with the rescue, that's one thing, but if she turns around and sabotages Roland, that would be a much bigger problem.

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