Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The atmosphere at the beast girls' totem banquet reached its peak after the bonfire was lit.

The adorable animal girls danced and sang around a large bonfire, reciting folk songs from their southern hometown.

Led by several beast girls who used to work at the 7 o'clock opening time, they sang quite well.

The Krabby Patty set meal on the long table in front of the campfire also came in handy.

At first, Roland was quite puzzled, wondering why the beast girls didn't eat them while they were hot.

Then I saw a group of little animal girls with mouse ears, who brought a bunch of bamboo skewers and started cutting up the cold Krabby Patties, fries, and fried crab pieces and skewering them.

Then they lit small bonfires around the square, roasting the food while calling out to others.

"Let's eat some grilled skewers!"

"Those who want to barbecue, come here to get skewers. Adults need to contribute a crab burger meal, and children are free!"

Roland suddenly realized.

It has to be said, these beast girls are really good at creating interesting things.

Jenny also became interested and ran back to the church to bring out the two little ones, Renee and Alice, to join the barbecue.

To avoid attracting attention, the church staff simply requisitioned the beaver girls' stall and started barbecuing in the back.

To Roland's surprise, the gloomy, reclusive Vina also came out.

She recalled that at the beginning of the totem dinner, Vina made it clear that she was not interested in a noisy environment.

Did it still escape in the end?

Roland sized up Vina, who was sitting opposite her.

Today, Vina is wearing a solid-color robe paired with a wool knit, which looks simple and plain.

His hair and bangs were still messy, completely covering his eyes, making him look incredibly gloomy, which made Alice, who was sitting next to him, unable to help but keep a slight distance.

Roland couldn't see Vina's eyes, but she always felt that Vina was staring at her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She simply handed him a skewer of barbecue and took the opportunity to ask him a question.

"Miss Vina, you seem to have been watching me the whole time?"

Vina took the barbecue, silently placed it on the fire, and nodded.

"I'm just wondering, with this much consumption of Krabby Patty ingredients today, can our group's food reserves hold up?"

That statement is a lie.

The reason she was looking at Roland just now was simply to appreciate her talent.

Her curiosity about Roland was growing stronger and stronger.

Krusty Krab, Stabilizing Potions, Hot Water Workshop, Heating Pipeline Network, and Group Tokens...

The young nun before them had built a semi-autonomous, self-sustaining territory group at an alarmingly low cost, and was also able to reap a large amount of faith.

How could the Church of Light tolerate such efficiency?

They still haven't made Roland a saintess.

This little nun is a talent... a top-tier talent.

If Roland were any more outstanding, she might not be able to resist making the first move.

Roland was unaware of Vina's ulterior motives and genuinely believed that Vina was worried about the food supply.

Considering that Vina was the manager of the composting plant and had demonstrated strong technical skills, Roland decided to reveal some of the information.

"Miss Vina, you don't need to worry about the food problem."

"Just like I told you last time, once the greenhouses start to yield a harvest, all the raw material issues will be resolved."

"Our greenhouse crops are exceptional. As long as you provide adequate fertilizer, the yield will be sufficient to cover the entire group's expenses."

Vina recalled hearing something similar on the night Roland visited.

She had only ever seen greenhouse-grown wheat.

Apart from being larger, planted at a higher density, and growing faster, it seems to look similar to ordinary fire wheat.

There were no magical fluctuations or signs of alchemical modification, so why was Roland so confident?

Her curiosity shifted to the greenhouse, and she leaned forward slightly, her eyes swinging forward in a gesture of utter disgrace.

"Miss Roland, are you really planning to let the tree spirit lady in the greenhouse use natural magic to ripen the fields?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but even if a single tree spirit were to exhaust all its magic, it probably wouldn't be able to produce enough food to feed an entire corporation."

Just as Roland was about to answer, she noticed with her sharp eyes that the flames rising from the campfire almost scorched Vina's large breasts.

So he quickly waved to the outside.

"Miss Vina, step back, step back! The roasted milk is ready!"

Vina tilted her head in confusion, then looked down and realized what the problem was.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she shrank back, her face completely expressionless, without even a hint of blush.

Roland couldn't help but wonder if Dark Elves were prone to having expressionless faces; Nightingale was like that, and so was Vina.

At first, she thought that Vina's gloomy character was someone who was secretly a pervert.

Just as Roland was lost in thought, Vina asked another question.

"Miss Roland, you haven't answered my question yet. Could you satisfy my curiosity?"

Roland then realized what was happening, and her expression showed a hint of hesitation.

"You can think of greenhouse crops as me using alchemy to modify the seeds, which will increase future yields."

She did not tell the truth directly.

Upon hearing these words, Vina's expression finally changed slightly.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly downwards.

"Miss Roland, there are no signs of modification on the crops; they are growing normally."

Roland felt embarrassed and stammered twice.

He had no choice but to hand Vina two more grilled skewers, hoping to shut the little devil's mouth.

"Ahem, I'll tell you about this when we get back. There are too many people around here, and it's not convenient to keep trade secrets."

"Come on, thanks to your money-printing machine today, I'll treat you to a few more skewers of barbecue."

Vina sighed helplessly, and the corners of her mouth drooped even further.

But she still accepted Roland's skewers, took a bite, and the spicy and sweet sauce burst in her mouth, making her pointed ears curl up slightly.

Roland keenly noticed this and smiled smugly.

"How is it? Our group's secret sauce recipe."

Vina was stunned again.

"You can cook?"

"Haha...just a little bit. I just provided an idea; the specific techniques were all perfected by the sheep."

At that moment, the nightingale beside Roland grabbed Roland's small hand and pulled her back.

"Miss Roland, be careful, you're going to get a milk burn too!"

Roland lowered her head and realized that she was even more pathetic than Vina.

Because of his short stature, the flames were closer to his chest, and the heat had penetrated through the fabric and reached his skin.

So he quickly sat back down, his movements so exaggerated that Renee, sitting next to him, couldn't help but glance at him repeatedly.

Vina watched this scene with burning eyes.

She wasn't attracted by his beauty, but rather by his surprise.

He even has some knowledge of cooking. A nobleman shouldn't know so much. And what's going on with that greenhouse?

Why does it feel like the more time I spend with Roland, the more mysteries surrounding her become?

I really want to... I really want to lock Roland up and study her properly.