Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The beaver girl's stall quickly attracted a crowd of customers.

This is one of the few places where group tokens can be used.

Some employees with extra money were happy to buy the cheapest Q-version Roland big-head wood carving and hang it around their necks.

It looks like he's wearing the Krusty Krab logo on his chest.

As for the more expensive wooden carvings, such as those resembling Earth figurines, they are ignored due to their high price.

This left the beaver girl somewhat disappointed.

They also plan to save up a little money to help their disabled sisters get treatment opportunities.

The beaver girl's triangular ears were all lying on her hair, making her look strangely aggrieved and pitiful.

Roland keenly sensed the business opportunity.

This kind of technology might be useful for succubi; the young nobles of the royal capital would be perfect for selling figurines.

She, along with Nightingale and Jenny, approached the stall, only to be suddenly pushed aside by a crowd of people.

Roland stumbled a few steps and bumped into Nightingale's arms, where she was embraced tightly.

"What the hell! Rushing around like that, so rude and ill-mannered!"

The nightingale couldn't help but curse.

But there was no anger in her eyes; instead, she hugged Roland tightly.

Then, pretending to protect Roland, he reached out further and covered Roland's back with his palm.

"Sorry, there were too many people, I was in a hurry just now."

The person who hit the person quickly apologized, a forgiving smile on his face.

Roland turned her head to look.

She is an adorable succubus, probably in the management of the group.

After apologizing, the succubus and the other succubi gathered around the beaver beast girl's stall.

Then, pointing to a 50-centimeter-tall Roland figure in nun's attire, he asked.

"Miss Beaver, how many gold coins do you sell your largest wooden carving for?"

"Gold coins?!" the beaver girl exclaimed, waving her hands in fright.

"No, no, no, Succubus, you don't need that much. Three hundred Group Tokens will suffice."

The succubus was completely bewildered.

"Group tokens? Oh no, my salary wasn't settled in tokens."

"Can you convert it into gold or silver coins and sell it to me?"

The beaver girl bit her lip, but ultimately shook her head.

"My lord Succubus, we really need the group tokens."

"The 10% discount on church healing services when purchased with tokens is very important to us sisters."

Upon hearing this, the succubus looked around and shouted loudly.

"Is anyone selling group tokens? I'll buy them one-to-one with copper coins!"

That shout immediately silenced everyone around.

One employee mustered up the courage and stammered as to confirm.

"Lady Succubus, are you really going to exchange copper coins for group tokens?"

"Of course! I'll be honest and fair to everyone!"

"I have ten groups of tokens here!"

"Me too!"

"My God, the group's tokens can actually be exchanged for money! Isn't that like a raise?!"

……

Soon, the Roland figurines of the beaver beast girls were snapped up by the succubi.

A short succubus who failed to snag a figurine pouted.

She grabbed the beaver girl who was struggling to count money on her fingers and asked through gritted teeth.

"Do you do custom-made pieces? Custom-made wood carvings of Miss Roland?"

The beaver girl shrank back in fright and stammered.

"Of course, Succubus Master. What kind do you require?"

"What?! Custom orders are available?!"

The short succubus exclaimed, her brain, filled with yellowish waste, suddenly bursting with countless thoughts.

It looked like cow dung that had been blown apart by firecrackers.

Her expression suddenly changed; she stuck out her long tongue and licked her lips.

"Little Beaver, can you custom-make one for Miss Roland who can't afford clothes? Can you equip Miss Roland with the tools for her crimes?"

"By the way, can you sculpt using slime gel? Can you make it life-size?"

A barrage of questions left the beaver-girl, who wasn't very well-educated, completely bewildered.

The little beaver was initially bewildered, then its face turned increasingly red, and finally steam began to rise from its head.

She stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of her eyes in a panic.

"Succubus Lord! How could you carve such an image? It's utterly disrespectful!"

"Besides, I've never seen Lady Roland who can't afford clothes, so how could she possibly be sculpted like that!"

Seeing that she had a chance, the short succubus immediately put on a stern face and leaned forward.

"It's alright, little beaver. I'm a succubus, and my eyes are my rulers."

"Miss Roland has such a stunning figure, I can imagine the beauty below just by looking at her."

"Just carve it according to my design, and then add the male-specific equipment..."

"I guarantee you'll make a lot of money."

Three big question marks appeared above the beaver girl's head.

Loran, standing to the side, was also filled with three big question marks upon hearing the succubus's outrageous remarks.

Nightingale couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the short succubus by the shoulder.

"Hey! Miss Pipixi, isn't that asking too much?"

The short succubus shuddered at the sound of the nightingale's voice and turned to look at her.

After scrutinizing it for a long time, I finally saw through the disguise.

"Miss Nightingale? What are you doing here?"

"Wait! If you're here... then who is this person next to you...?"

The short succubus Pippi's lips trembled, and her neck, like a rusty gear without lubrication, slowly turned toward Roland, who was wearing a cloak.

"Hi~ It's Lady Roland, meow. I was just joking, meow, hahaha~"

"I absolutely did not attempt to get my hands on your life-size doll or do anything improper, meow~"

Roland remained silent.

Meow my ass, you're a succubus, not a catgirl.

She subtly lifted her cloak to reveal her true face.

When the beast girl saw Roland's face, she trembled, as if she had seen an idol, or as if she had seen her second parents.

"Lady Roland! You really are Lady Roland!"

"If it weren't for your delivery job, we beavers would have died in the factory long ago. Thank you so much!"

As he spoke, he was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Roland quickly pressed her palm down, signaling not to make a fuss, and then smiled.

"Little beaver, Pipixi, I have a business project I'd like to discuss with you."

"After the totem banquet, you and I will go back to the church together and discuss this briefly."

……

The little incident has come to a temporary end.

As the moon slowly climbed into the sky, the totem banquet moved on to the next segment.

A fox spirit emerged from behind the statue.

She was dressed in the oriental shrine maiden costume borrowed from Pink Harbor, and carried a blazing torch. Step by step, she arrived at the woodpile.

She is a fox girl whom Roland once took in. Her name is Fox Pea, and she is very cute.

As soon as she appeared, she called out loudly.

"Get ready to light the bonfire; the totem dinner is about to officially begin!"

The square gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at the fox girl in the center, and the huge Roland statue behind her.

Foxpea's legs, clad in white stockings, trembled slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm and began to loudly praise Roland.

"Thank you, Lady Roland, for providing us with such abundant food, warm shelter, and clean hot water!"

She threw the torch onto the fire, and the fire began to spread.

Looking at the campfire glowing with warm light, Foxpear inexplicably thought of Roland, who had lent her a helping hand that day.

Like this firelight, Roland illuminated her fox-like life, which was overwhelmed by the 7 o'clock opening.

She felt some emotion welling up from the depths of her heart, and on a whim, she raised her right hand high.

"Long live Lady Roland!"

The call was like a pebble thrown into a lake.

The square was quiet for a moment, then one or two people started shouting.

"Long live Lady Roland!"

The sound gradually spread and increased until the entire square was in an uproar.

"Long live Lady Roland!"

……

On the second floor of the distant church, the gloomy, dark elf Vina heard the noise and couldn't help but step out onto the balcony.

Her balcony was the largest in the guest room, offering the most direct view of the hot water plaza.

Vina stared in shock at the scene of the crowd shouting, her small mouth slightly agape.

She couldn't help but lift her bangs up, revealing eyes as deep as the night, staring intently at the Roland statue in the center.

He managed to utter two words with difficulty.

"Belief……"