Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

With the Ascension Potion tucked in her hand, Roland got up and walked outside.

Before going up to the rooftop garden, she wanted to go down to the second-floor restaurant to have a couple of glasses of lemonade.

In her efforts to concentrate the honey of faith, she lost too much water.

She walked down the stairs and went behind the restaurant bar.

Because the church was very warm, the lemonade jars behind the bar were kept cool with an ice magic circle.

Roland poured herself a large glass of lemonade and drank it straight to her lips.

Just then, a maid walked into the restaurant and saw Roland rehydrating.

"Miss Roland, what are you doing here?"

Roland extended her palm, gesturing for the maid to wait a moment.

After finishing the water in her glass, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew... I just came to get some water. I'm exhausted from preparing the potion."

The maid nodded.

"I see. Actually, you could have just asked us to bring you water; there was no need for you to do it yourself."

Roland waved her hand dismissively and put down her water glass.

"Hey, it's just a few steps, it's no big deal."

"I'm off now, I still need to deal with the potions. I'll leave the bar to you to clean up."

After saying that, Roland patted her bottom and left the restaurant.

The maid watched Roland's departing figure, lost in thought.

Lady Roland is truly extraordinary. Despite being a noble young lady and a candidate for sainthood, she is surprisingly down-to-earth.

He was even very friendly and polite to the maids.

They were worlds apart from the aristocrats who put on airs outside.

Thinking about her work treatment during this period, the maid couldn't help but squint her eyes happily, humming a simple tune, as she began to clean the bar counter that Roland had used.

As she was preparing to wash the glass, she inexplicably felt thirsty.

The maid swallowed hard, picked up a cup, filled it with lemonade, and mustered her courage to bring it to her lips.

Before she knew it, her lips had landed on the spot where Roland was drinking water.

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After leaving the restaurant, Roland went straight to the stairs.

However, she encountered someone in the corridor, or more precisely, she encountered an elf.

Vina, a somber but technically skilled dark elf.

Vina was dressed as usual today, a gloomy, homebody, with long bangs covering her eyes and an old-fashioned robe.

However, her amazing figure makes up for this, and overall she looks like a reserved and abstinent mature woman.

Roland instinctively greeted her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Vina."

Vina lowered her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Greetings, Miss Roland."

The two passed each other by. It was during working hours, and everyone had their own things to do.

However, Vina stopped after taking only two steps.

She turned her head and looked at Roland's back with a puzzled expression.

What's going on? She just had a sudden urge to grab Roland and give her a good licking.

She watched Roland's swaying figure, pondered for a moment, and then shook her head.

Gee tut.

The little nun must have been too hot-tempered; such an aura was considered top-notch among the succubi back then.

Roland, oblivious to Vina's scrutiny, returned to the Hanging Gardens.

She carefully closed the door, came to Ms. Shu's desk, looked at Ms. Shu who was seriously correcting documents, and knocked on the desk twice.

"Ahem! My dear Miss Tree, I'm back."

Ms. Shu looked up, her face showing helplessness.

"My dear Miss Roland, you don't mean to say that you finished brewing the potion in just two or three hours, do you?"

Roland was embarrassed.

He knew that a potent potion shouldn't take this long to prepare.

So they used the excuse they had prepared in advance.

"My potion is quite special. The main ingredient is nurtured in advance, so the refining time is quite long. Don't underestimate it."

Ms. Shu immediately thought it was unreliable.

These are some strange and unusual alchemy techniques; they're like something out of a novel.

But she didn't want to hurt Roland's feelings, so she could only sigh and look at Roland with the kind of loving gaze one would give a fool.

"Alright, my dear Miss Roland, show me your potion."

As she spoke, she silently made up her mind.

Even if the potion is completely useless, she will still tell a white lie to give Roland some affirmation.

Roland did not notice the strange look in Ms. Tree's eyes.

She looked around nervously, and only after confirming that there were no living beings around did she, like a sleazy vendor selling pirated CDs in an alley, pull open her coat.

Then he reached into his inner pocket and rummaged around for a while, pulling out a glass bottle full of sublimation potions.

Then it was carefully placed on the table and pushed in front of Ms. Tree.

She looked at Ms. Tree with a mysterious expression.

"This is it. This Ascension Potion is extremely precious. Drink it quickly."

After saying that, Roland nervously swallowed, her cheeks flushing red.

There's no way around it, the main raw material for this stuff is really embarrassing and makes my heart race.

No matter how sophisticated the system's explanation may be, it cannot hide the fact that its shipping location is so discordant.

Hopefully, Ms. Tree will find the taste of this potion acceptable.

Roland is digging for magic potions.

Ms. Tree watched Roland silently from behind the table.

Taking out a potion like this is like a thief; anyone who didn't know better would think Roland is a drug swindler from Heysenport.

She looked at the glass bottle on the table and couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

"Miss Roland, the packaging of this bottle is too simple. I'm afraid the medicine's efficacy has been lost."

"This looks like a normal... wait!"

Ms. Shu suddenly stopped speaking.

She stared intently at the simply packaged Ascension Potion before her, as if it were some earth-shattering wonder.

I didn't feel anything when I first took out this potion.

But as time went on, this potion of sublimation began to exert a fatal attraction on Lady Tree.

Gradually, the way she looked at the Ascension Potion became like that of a mother wolf who hadn't eaten for three days, her emerald eyes seeming to shoot out green lasers.

"What...what is this?"

Her voice was dry, like a traveler in the desert so thirsty he wanted to drink his own urine.

The allure of this potion was comparable to that of a drunken Miss Roland, leaving her torn between the two.

Roland turned her head away shyly, avoiding eye contact with the tree spirit.

"Uh, it's a magic potion, a very powerful magic potion. It's a secret family recipe that I can't disclose."

As Roland spoke, she pushed the Ascension Potion forward, right up to the Tree Lady's ample bosom.

"Anyway, you should try it and see if it works. I went through a lot of trouble to make this thing."

Without further ado, Ms. Tree grabbed the potion bottle and removed the crude wooden stopper.

A refreshing citrus scent wafted out, spreading beneath the harvest tree and bringing peace to the two of them.

Lady Tree's lips touched the bottle opening, and she drank the golden-orange, viscous potion.

In an instant, a wonderful sensation burst forth from my mouth.

This experience is not only about taste and physical sensation, but also affects the mind and soul.

She was like a little tree spirit, completely naked, shamelessly snuggling in her mother's arms.

Roland's love enveloped her like a tidal wave.

She couldn't help but smile.

"This potion has power."

"I have never felt so good before."