Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland rambled on and on, mostly trying to act cute and pitiful, hoping that Seraf would send some food and manpower.

Especially that high-ranking nature mage in the Sisters of Thorn's Guard.

Theresa was also aware of the predicament of the Roland Group, and nodded repeatedly.

After confirming Roland's needs, he returned to the Land District to report.

……

Land Travel District, headquarters of the Imperial Church of Light branch.

Theresa stood beside Serafie and whispered to him, relaying Roland's plea for help.

Seraf nodded repeatedly.

Unlike these sinful nuns, she had personally witnessed how intense the Goddess of Light's reaction was to Roland.

Moreover, since Roland established a connection with the goddess, the goddess's condition seems to have improved considerably.

Serafie could hear whispers during his daily prayers.

Although it was very blurry and the words were repeated in pairs, it was still better than when he was unconscious.

Therefore, she raised her hand and immediately ordered that all of Roland's needs be met.

She not only sent subordinates skilled in nature magic, but also thoughtfully prepared a large amount of rye flour to be transported to Newbeam Street by carriage.

This grand display naturally attracted the attention of others in the church.

Just as Serafie's confidante Theresa was directing the workers to move sacks of rye flour and stack them on the wagon, a somewhat unsettling voice came from behind.

"Sister Theresa, what are you doing? Are we on some kind of disaster relief mission lately?"

A fat man in a monk's robe stepped forward and examined the wagon loaded with rye flour.

His name was Marcus Goun, a bishop of the Royal City Church of Light branch, who was in charge of the church's donations and charitable giving.

Before Serafie came to the capital, he was one of the most powerful and influential people in the local church, earning a lot of money for the church through his strong business acumen.

Theresa frowned slightly when she saw Marcus Goun, but still explained.

"We are indeed carrying out disaster relief missions. There is a famine in the old port area, and Sister Roland and other local churches have asked us for help. We are prepared to provide some assistance."

"What? The old port area?"

Marcus's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He said it casually.

"So we're just transporting them there by horse-drawn carriage, from the land area to the old port area?"

"This cost is outrageous. The transportation fee even exceeds the value of the rye flour itself, all to support that candidate saintess named Roland?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but isn't Prince Seraf's favoritism a bit too obvious? Could it be that His Highness and this Miss Roland have some kind of familial relationship?"

Theresa frowned even more deeply, but she couldn't bring herself to reprimand the bishop who was extremely renowned in the area.

Ultimately, Serafie and the Sisters of Thorn were the outsiders who simply took over the Royal Capital Church under the orders of the church's higher-ups.

She sighed inwardly, forced a smile, and explained.

"Bishop Marcus, you've misunderstood."

"The reason Your Highness values ​​Roland Kane is because she possesses abilities far surpassing those of other potential saintesses."

"While other candidates for sainthood were working hard to run their churches, she had already built a huge corporation from scratch, and she was always practicing the will of the God of Light, relieving suffering and rescuing those in distress."

Theresa spoke with a hint of genuine admiration in her expression.

"Even if Miss Roland cannot become a saint, she will surely become a pillar of the church in the future."

This was exactly what Marcus wanted to hear.

He smiled, his chubby face squeezing his already small eyes into squinty ones.

"Oh, you actually speak so highly of Sister Roland?"

"But I heard that Roland Kane colluded with a succubus, and this matter is causing quite a stir in the capital. I've even seen that 'Cat Saintess Photobook'."

Theresa sighed helplessly.

"Bishop Marcus, as you know, that's just a succubus's trick, using Roland as a gimmick to attract customers."

Marcus didn't reply, but instead stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over the wagon in front of him filled with sacks of rye flour.

"In any case, I've heard quite a bit of negative news about Roland. For the sake of the church, I think it's necessary for me to send a team to accompany you to New Sprout Street."

"Speaking of which, our Royal Capital Church of Light should regularly examine these candidates for sainthood. We can go along now; you don't mind, do you?"

Theresa wanted to refuse, but Marcus's reasons were sound and his position was correct, so she could only give a dry reply.

"I need to ask His Highness Seraf about this matter."

……

Serafie, considering that Roland had only requested food aid and that it did not involve sensitive religious issues, agreed to Marcus's request.

Moreover, she had indeed been too biased towards Roland during this period, which aroused some dissatisfaction among local church factions.

To avoid giving others cause for gossip and further increasing suspicion against him.

Therefore, she packaged this support operation as a visit that combined assessment, condolence, and disaster relief.

The entire group, including local factions, Sisters of Thorn, and the transport convoy, constituted a tour group of the Church of Light.

……

The next day, the tour group arrived at Xinya Street.

The long convoy lined up in a row, like a long snake, and drove into the Roland Group.

This grand spectacle naturally attracted a crowd, especially since the Roland Group currently has few orders and is not very busy.

In an instant, both sides of the road were filled with onlookers.

Young people, girls, cats and dogs, rats and beavers, and even a few snake girls with snake bodies, and a few dark elves with wheat-colored skin.

The members of the Church of Light were amazed.

Of course, what is most surprising is not the diverse races of Roland's employees, but their morale.

Unlike workers in other places, the factory workers outside almost all had sallow complexions and, although not emaciated, looked malnourished.

They were like losers abandoned by life, with no hope for tomorrow.

But at this moment, the employees of the Roland Group on both sides of the road had a completely different demeanor.

They had rosy complexions, were full of energy, and smiled from time to time as they played and joked with those around them.

She was dressed neatly, in clean, thick fabric, and her hair and face were washed clean.

It's important to know that poor people generally don't bathe in winter because they don't have the luxury of wasting precious fuel heating cold water.

Taking a cold shower is practically tantamount to suicide.

"Does Roland really have employees who wear padded coats and take hot showers? How is that possible?"

A monk standing next to Marcus said incredulously, pointing to the crowd of onlookers outside the carriage window.

"If I hadn't seen the intelligence on the Roland Group, I would have believed you if you said they were respectable citizens."

He looked at the animal-eared girl in the distance, her face cleaned and dressed in a delivery uniform, and couldn't help but swallow.

You know what, these peasants actually look quite pretty when they're cleaned up and dressed in nice clothes.

He couldn't help but make malicious assumptions.

"Lord Marcus, I'm wondering if Roland Kane really did sell herself to a succubus? Otherwise, where would she get so much money to treat her employees well?"

"Maybe Roland herself will be featured in the 'Cat Maiden Photobook'?"