Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Miss Roland, the orc smuggling port at Haisen Harbor has been sealed off by the Church of Vulcan."

As Jenny spoke, she brought her cat Coco in.

Roland reached out and beckoned.

"Jenny, Coco the cat, please sit down and talk."

After the two sat down in front of her with the documents in their hands, Roland controlled the mage's hand and poured them a cup of hot black tea.

The two had just returned from an open-air recruitment event, their clothes still bearing traces of snowflakes.

As soon as I sat down, I couldn't resist taking a couple of sips of hot tea to warm myself up.

They were the two least gifted in the church, unlike the superhumans who were immune to the cold.

Roland took the file and began browsing it.

Without a doubt, Bishop Bizan, the executive bishop of the Church of Vulcan, has begun to take action against the Roland Group.

Why is it just blocking the orc smuggling crossing, specifically the crossing at Haisen Harbor?

Jenny noticed Roland's confusion and patted Coco the cat on the shoulder, signaling it to speak.

Coco the cat realized what was happening and moved her body forward.

"Miss Roland, you may not know this, but the orcs who migrated here all travel the sea route through Haisen Port."

"But we farmers don't have much money."

"So we all came here on smuggled cargo ships."

Coco the cat is now being trained by Ms. Tree to become a manager, and her accent has been mostly corrected.

As she spoke, she turned the document in Roland's hand over and pointed to a corner of the map of Haisen Harbor.

It was a secluded little dock, hidden in a corner of Hysen Harbor.

The cat drew a circle on it with its finger.

"Miss Roland, this is the main smuggling point. Most of the orcs who come to the capital to make a living land here."

"The Church of Vulcan... or rather, the people who opened at seven o'clock, have already sent people to seal off this place."

"Every healthy beastman who comes to the capital now will be assigned work immediately. The beast girls will start work at seven o'clock."

"The very few beastmen joined the factories under the Church of Vulcan."

Roland understood now. She took out the recruitment documents she had looked at earlier and placed them in front of the two of them.

"So, the reason we can't recruit orcs lately is because the smuggling routes have been blocked?"

Coco the cat nodded, her face grim.

"Not only that, Miss Roland."

"The current situation is that the lockdown is still expanding."

"The smuggling ports, Heisen Harbor, Water District, and even the land transportation zones have all begun to be blocked off from the orcs."

"Huh?" Roland exclaimed, looking at the cat Coco.

"The Land Travel Zone? Isn't that Serafie's territory?"

Coco the cat looked completely bewildered, and Jenny chimed in.

"Miss Roland, Princess Seraf is merely a saintess of the Church of Light; the Land Zone is still under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Nobles."

"If that's the case, why is the Church of Vulcan able to persuade those nobles?"

Roland was puzzled, then thought of the "opening at seven o'clock" sign.

Today, it is the largest and most upscale social venue for nobles in the capital.

She pondered for a moment.

"It's a network of contacts that opens at 7 AM, right?"

"Probably." Jenny's expression was grave. "In short, the current Vulcan Church captures any healthy beast girls they see and sends them to their 7 o'clock opening."

At this moment, Coco the cat excitedly said.

"Damn it, those beast girls have no intention of following them and are even thinking of coming to our old port area to beg for food."

"As a result, those people in tiger and wolf skins were simply beaten up and taken away, just like they were back home, acting like tyrants!"

Roland was even more confused.

"They open at seven... Do they have that many positions? Do they need that many people?"

Jenny shook her head helplessly.

This issue has already touched upon a blind spot in her knowledge.

"Miss Roland, our intelligence network can't gather that much information. The succubi don't have much room to maneuver there now that they open at seven o'clock."

"In short, only those crippled orcs have the opportunity to sneak into our old port area now."

Roland stroked her chin, deep in thought.

Is that tiger-headed man, Bizan, trying to ruin her with low-quality labor?

But it doesn't really make any sense.

The number of disabled orcs was already small, and even fewer survived to reach the Old Port District.

The cost of supporting people in the country is extremely low, with salaries less than 30% of those in the same profession. The main expenses are food and living space.

We can't possibly open at 7 AM if there's a huge shortage of beast girls, can we?

……

We open at 7:00 AM.

This is a paradise for nobles and a hell for the lower-class orcs.

Unlike Pink Harbor, which only has a clubhouse and an ecological dome.

The actual opening at 7:00 refers to a very large commercial complex in Haisen Harbor.

Pink industry, shopping, black market, gambling, dining, entertainment, and even addictive drugs—everything you can imagine can be found here.

This is also the best vacation spot for the nobles of the capital, and the most elite social circle.

Even if Pink Harbor comes up with some new tricks, it can't shake the century-old business that opened at 7 pm.

And today, at 7:00 AM, they also launched their role-playing service.

The beast girls have "learned" the new tricks of the succubi, making their services more distinctive and catering to the tastes of the nobles.

In addition, there are high-quality costumes made without regard to cost, and custom-made illusion props.

And... even more inhumane projects.

These changes have further narrowed the gap with succubi.

In an instant, a large number of customers returned to the store when it opened at seven o'clock.

The refined nobles marveled at the beast girls' remarkable learning abilities and the impressive training methods employed, which began at 7 a.m.

……

Inside a luxurious private room that opened at 7:00.

Bizan sat naked on the sofa, wearing only a bathrobe.

The secretary, a wolf girl, knelt on the floor, working diligently.

Bizan held a document in his hand, which contained a set of ruthless statistics.

"More than 200 people were injured and 32 died. The cost of emergency training is really high."

"Fortunately, we sealed off the port in time, and with the captured beast girls, we were able to replenish our forces."

The wolf girl took a breath and smiled obsequiously.

"Lord Bizan, most of those dead beast girls were newcomers who were physically weak."

"As for the beast girls we've trained, they don't die so easily, so the cost isn't as high as you might imagine."

He nodded in approval.

"Has Roland reacted in the old port area?"

The wolf girl was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then shook her head.

"No, she's still messing around with that damn greenhouse. Our scouts went to check it out, and all they found was a pile of cheap wheat."

"I think she might have something wrong with her head. She spends so much money and pays such high prices just to grow wheat with a bunch of peasants."

Bizan sneered.

"I might have really misunderstood her. I used to think she was recruiting beast girls everywhere to cooperate with the succubus."

"Now it seems that she has been hanging out with peasants for too long, and her thinking has become like theirs."

"Since she enjoys farming and raising crabs so much, then I'll let her farm to her heart's content. Have you made contact with those merchant guilds and nobles yet?"

The wolf girl continued working diligently, her voice becoming increasingly muffled.

"We've made all the necessary arrangements; they'll gradually terminate their trade agreements with Roland."

"However, their demands are for more totem power, and... an addictive potion."