Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The third floor of the church.

Roland sat upright in front of the full-length mirror, and Nightingale bent down to carefully tidy Roland's hair.

Roland is dressed quite elegantly today.

The clothing was further improved based on the capitalist nun's style.

This not only highlighted the identity of the Church of Light, but also further emphasized the demeanor of the vampire capitalists.

Roland had some reservations about this.

"Nightingale, I feel this outfit is a bit too harsh, making me look like a genuine old Union Jack aristocrat who would eat people without batting an eye."

"That's the effect I wanted, Miss Roland."

As the nightingale replied, she tied a ribbon bow around Roland's neck.

She cradled Roland's cheeks, pulled back slightly to examine her, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Miss Roland, this is the way to deal with those tiger-skin nobles!"

"The Church of Vulcan believes in the survival of the fittest. If you act harmless, they will take advantage of you during negotiations."

Roland couldn't help but sigh as she thought of the visiting orcs.

"Just what I feared most has come to pass. That tiger-man named Bizan is actually the executive bishop of the Church of Vulcan, a high-level superhuman."

"Damn it, there are only three executive bishops in the capital, and only one archbishop above them."

"Now we're really being targeted by the Church of Vulcan. I don't even know what I did to offend them."

Nightingale paused in applying her makeup, then said hesitantly.

"Perhaps it's related to Pink Harbor?"

"Impossible." Roland said firmly.

"Only the top management of Pink Harbor knows that the reforms originated from me; how could the Cricket Beastmen possibly know?"

The nightingale couldn't figure it out either, and could only offer words of comfort.

"Miss Roland, you don't need to worry too much. His Highness Seraphim has already sent Sister Thorn to patrol, and there's also Lady Tree upstairs."

"Even if we really fight, we're not afraid. No matter how good that tiger-man Bizan is, he's just a high-level superhuman."

As Nightingale spoke, she took out an exquisite jewelry box.

Upon opening it, she found a pair of exquisite and elegant monocles inside. She picked them up and looked at Roland.

"Miss Roland, let me put this on for you."

Roland obediently tilted her head slightly, allowing the nightingale to put her glasses on.

Half a minute later, Roland, fully dressed, stood in front of the full-length mirror.

The reflection in the mirror made her look like the eldest daughter of a noble family, possessing the right to inherit the family fortune—noble and dignified.

A religious pendant was cleverly attached to the fox's ears, further emphasizing the powerful backer behind Roland.

The sight of this made Nightingale's mouth water, her throat bobbing up and down, and she almost couldn't help but spit out her loyalty.

Wow! A capitalist aristocrat version of Roland, complete with an oppressive aura and a touch of harshness.

This was exactly what she liked.

If I could get a discount, it would be worth it even if I died!

Roland didn't give her time to appreciate it; she walked to the French windows and looked out.

The tiger-man Bizan's carriage had slowly passed through the garden gate.

Then they stopped in front of the church maids' honor guard.

The werewolf guard respectfully opened the carriage door, and Bizan stepped down, revealing his enormous tiger head.

Roland's eyes widened in surprise.

"Holy crap, it's a tiger's head! It's terrifying!"

Nightingale came up behind Roland, secretly inhaling the fragrance emanating from Roland's hair, and spoke.

"Miss Roland, don't you know?"

"Human body with a tiger's head is a sign of atavism, representing the powerful bloodline of the orc nobles and a symbol of strength."

Roland was embarrassed.

"I thought it was something like Cat Coco, the kind of creature with two animal ears on its head."

"This thing has a huge tiger's head, it's creepy, and not good-looking at all."

Nightingale coughed twice, took a deep breath, and reminded her.

"Miss Roland, please don't say that later, it will anger these tiger-skinned nobles."

"Their ancestral brains are their proudest feature. To deal with these arrogant guys, you'd probably have to praise their tiger heads."

Roland shrugged.

"Fine, it's just an act anyway. I want to see what they're up to when they come knocking on my door."

……

At the church entrance.

Bizan stepped down from the carriage, and then, as if sensing something, looked up at the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are one-way transparent, so you can't see inside from the outside.

However, as a high-ranking superhuman of the Church of Vulcan, Bizan's strength far surpassed that of ordinary people outside, and he directly noticed Roland's gaze.

Haha, the cricket-like candidate for sainthood, has boarded the sinking ship of Seraphim without even realizing it, how pathetic.

Perhaps in the future he will really have the opportunity to enjoy the service of a beautiful woman.

When the time comes, Roland must wear fox ears and a fox tail, and dress up as a golden fox royalty for him to admire.

He chuckled dismissively and, led by a maid, entered the church.

……

Upon entering the church, Bizan first made a show of bowing to the statue of the goddess to express his respect.

Then I went up the stairs.

The luxurious decorations along the way made Bizan even more certain that Roland's image of loving the people was just for show.

Although the church is not large, even the walls are made of gilded materials, which is extremely expensive.

Roland's true nature is probably the kind of wealthy, aristocratic young lady commonly seen in the capital.

But the next moment, he was so shocked by reality that his eyes popped out of their sockets.

Above the stairs, behind the second-floor railing.

A beautiful fox-eared girl with an elegant and noble demeanor and exquisite attire stood in place, wearing a polite and composed smile.

A pair of alluring heart-shaped eyes gazed at him, and her small mouth opened and closed, emitting melodious sounds.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Bishop Bizan. Welcome to New Sprouts Street."

Bizan looked completely bewildered.

He stared blankly at the beautiful fox-eared girl on the second floor.

Roland's beauty goes without saying; she is simply the most dazzling gem in the capital.

But that's not the key point; the real problem lies in Roland's large, lively fox ears and the swaying fox tail behind her.

Especially that tail!

This length, this color, this purity... isn't this the golden fox royal family he's been longing for?

It is still the most orthodox royal bloodline.

No, it should be said that Roland is royalty itself!

But how is that possible?!

The wolf-woman secretary standing to the side also showed a shocked expression, muttering to herself and expressing the doubts that Bizan had in his heart.

"Lord Bizan, isn't Roland Kane a pure-blooded human noble? How could he be a member of the Golden Fox royal family?"

"With that tail and ears, I'd believe it if you said she was a golden fox princess who escaped."

Roland looked at the two motionless figures below with a puzzled expression.

Nightingale, on the other hand, spoke coldly with disdain and contempt.

"Your Excellency Bizan, please come up to the reception room. Tea has been prepared there."

"Leaving guests waiting in the lobby is not how we treat our guests."

Bizan's face darkened; he realized he had lost his composure and was at a disadvantage.

He forced a smile, his face taut and stiff.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland's fox clan identity has really shocked me, and I lost my composure for a moment."

"I did not mean to offend Miss Roland."

As he spoke, he led his wolf-woman secretary up the stairs and into the reception room.

After the initial shock, he suppressed his emotions.

As he watched the fluffy golden fox tail swaying behind Roland, the flames in his eyes grew ever more intense.

Personally, this was his favorite Golden Fox royal bloodline.

As far as I'm concerned, the Golden Fox royal family is the most suitable candidate to serve the Holy Maiden, and they can even give birth to baby Golden Foxes.

Hehehe, this is practically a gift delivered to our doorstep.