Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Marcus did not respond to his monks' words.

He looked out the window with a solemn expression.

In his view, providing such good treatment to employees is not an easy thing.

Especially the orc deliverymen who were watching from the roadside.

As a combination of a porter and a vendor, it's amazing that he can maintain such a neat appearance.

Or, as his subordinates said, Roland obtained a large amount of funds through other sources.

Alternatively, there's the Roland Group, which can provide its employees with a high-quality life at low cost.

But how exactly did they do that?

His eyes were full of curiosity.

Regardless of which one it is, it shows that Roland Kane is not simple.

As the convoy moved forward, Marcus's attention was soon drawn to other things.

Outside the carriage window, one can see a wide circular square, with a wooden statue, over two meters tall and nearly three meters high, standing in the center of the square.

The statue depicts a southern fox-like girl with large, fluffy ears and a big tail.

His attire, however, leaned towards that of imperial merchants and nobles, exuding an air of nobility and elegance.

The high heels were inspired by the style of fairies, featuring flexible high-heeled sandals paired with long stockings, creating a unique exotic feel.

The statue holds a wine glass in its right hand and a Krabby bag in its left.

Thanks to the exquisite carving technique, it appears lifelike, as if a beautiful fox spirit is happily toasting in celebration.

There's just one problem.

Why would the Church of Light have a statue of a fox spirit from the south carved on its grounds?

Even if a statue is to be erected, it should be given priority to the God of Light.

Marcus's doubts didn't stop there. He squinted at the large wooden fox-girl sculpture in the center of the square and said uncertainly.

"Why does this fox statue look so familiar?"

His subordinates chimed in agreement.

"Lord Marcus, now that you mention it, it does seem somewhat familiar to me too."

"This fox-like beastman... doesn't he look a bit like Roland...?"

Before his subordinate could finish speaking, the carriage suddenly shook, interrupting him.

The scenery outside the window came to a stop, and the driver's voice came from ahead.

"Lord Marcus, we've arrived at the Newbeams Street Church."

The New Sprouts Street Church faces the Hot Water Workshop Square.

Therefore, when the convoy saw the Roland statue, they were already not far from the church.

The two magical carriages leading the procession stopped at the garden gate, and two groups of people stepped out of the carriages.

One team consisted entirely of women, a total of five people.

They were dressed in slightly tight-fitting, combat-ready nun's habit, and led by Sister Theresa, they were members of the Sisters of Thorn's Guard.

The other group was a local church tour led by Marcus, consisting of both men and women, and they were clearly outmatched in terms of demeanor.

Roland looked at the scene before her in the garden, a look of confusion on her face.

She remembered that only Sister Thorn should be there today.

What's with this other group of mixed-gender cultivators, who all look rather odd-looking? They seem so unprofessional.

However, Roland didn't dwell on it.

Only she and her people knew that today's so-called support was nothing more than a show to cover up Ms. Tree's true strength.

It doesn't matter who comes or how many come, as long as they are human.

Roland stepped forward and, with her maids, greeted the people coming down from the convoy.

"Welcome to New Sprouts Street Church."

Good morning, Mother Teresa, may the light be with you.

Good morning, Sister Roland, may the light be with you.

Theresa smiled in response and then introduced Roland to the local bishop Marcus standing nearby.

"Sister Roland, this is Bishop Marcus of the Royal Capital Church of Light. He is in charge of the church's financial revenue and is also one of the examiners for the selection of saintesses."

"Mr. Marcus heard about your outstanding performance and came with me today to inspect the development of your church."

As Theresa spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly and gave Roland a knowing look.

Roland's expression remained unchanged, but a knowing look appeared in her eyes.

The original local gang.

She knew something about Serafie's situation.

Serafis was a saint who was exiled because of her religious beliefs.

For the senior members of the local Church of Light in the capital, this was undoubtedly the arrival of a powerful and difficult figure, and it was inevitable that they would have objections.

It's likely that she's been receiving too much favoritism from Serafis lately, so she sent people to cause trouble.

With that in mind, Roland smiled impeccably and continued to greet them.

"Welcome, Bishop Marcus, to the New Sprouts Street Church for your guidance."

Marcus nodded blankly, his eyes fixed on Roland's image.

Today, Roland is dressed in her usual conservative, ascetic nun's attire, with not a single inch of skin exposed, and she is even wearing gloves.

However, it still couldn't hide Roland's charm, especially her beautiful figure.

But what surprised Marcus was not Roland's charm, but the pair of large golden fox ears on her head.

And behind him, a fluffy fox tail swayed gently.

Not only was he surprised, but his subordinates beside him almost popped their eyes out as well.

The two finally confirmed that the huge wooden sculpture in the square was indeed Roland herself.

Marcus's unusual behavior quickly attracted the attention of those around him, and Roland also cast an inquiring glance at him.

"Mr. Marcus, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I was rude."

Marcus snapped out of his daze, realizing his lapse in composure, and lowered his head slightly.

"Sister Roland, I didn't mean to stare at you rudely, but your fox-like features really shocked me."

"May I ask, you seem to have always been a citizen of the Empire, right?"

This translates to: Roland was a pure human before, so how did she suddenly acquire fox ears and a tail?

Roland promptly used the same excuse she had used before.

She wagged her tail in front of her, gently stroked it, and said in a slightly shy manner.

"This is all due to an accident caused by alchemy experiments, which is why I look like this."

"It is expected to continue for some time. Once I develop the antidote, things will return to normal."

Marcus suddenly realized.

Although his supernatural powers and knowledge were average, he had been involved in various industries for many years and knew a little about the intricacies of alchemy.

In alchemy experiments like this, it's considered good if you don't die in the explosion.

As for conjuring up fox ears and a fox tail, that's not unusual, considering that succubi have transformation and disguise rings everywhere, and the nobles are having a blast with them.

"I see. It's good that you weren't harmed by alchemy. You're truly blessed by the God of Light."

Marcus chimed in with polite remarks and even cracked a joke to ease the tension.

"In my opinion, Sister Roland doesn't need to rush to research an antidote. You are now the most beautiful gem among the nobles of the capital. The believers will not want you to turn back."

Roland smiled politely, stepped aside, and gestured for them to pass.

"Mr. Marcus, you flatter me. Please come to the reception room."

"Later I will take you on a tour of the New Sprouts Street Church as it is today."

Marcus nodded.

"Perfect timing. I'm also very curious about how Sister Roland managed to run this place so well."