Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Mr. Marcus, you wouldn't want His Highness Seraf to discover the misappropriation of public funds and burn you alive with the sacred flame, would you?"

Roland's condescending attitude and her words made the obese bishop break out in a cold sweat.

Marcus, a seasoned businessman, has seen all sorts of people.

He discovered that although Roland belonged to the Seraphim's faction, her style was quite different from Seraphim's.

Roland is better at being flexible... and more willing to use certain shady methods.

Putting everything else aside, just look at Roland right now, with her arrogant attitude and legs crossed.

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was some kind of evil female cadre!

If this had fallen into Roland's hands, its fate probably wouldn't have been much better.

Marcus swallowed hard, unable to answer Roland's question for a moment.

He glanced at Roland in front of him, then looked around as if hoping to find a new way out.

Unfortunately, apart from Roland and a few maids, there was no one else in the room.

Roland noticed Marcus's hesitation and gave him a mocking smile.

"Mr. Marcus, this is not a difficult choice."

"If you do my job, I can not only help you escape Serafis's purge, but I can also give you the opportunity to make a fortune."

"Wouldn't it be better to obey my orders and make money from the grain merchants than to be burned alive in the sacred flames?"

Marcus suddenly looked up, staring at Roland with a bewildered expression.

"Are you serious? In this situation, I can still continue to make money?"

We can't let the Roland Group buy his overpriced stockpiled grain, can we?

Seeing the quality of the growing fire wheat in the dome of the Roland greenhouse, he held no hope for it.

But Roland remained noncommittal, looking relaxed.

"As long as you follow my instructions, this won't be a problem."

"After repaying the public funds, you can even bulge your own pockets."

She emphasized the pronunciation of the three words "drumming up," and a mocking smile always lingered on her lips, like a succubus from the abyss tempting people to fall.

Marcus's alarm bells rang, and he tried to refuse.

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But then I thought of the mountains of rye flour piled up in the Chamber of Commerce warehouse to inflate grain prices, and the way Seraf burned criminals.

He gritted his teeth and finally resigned himself to his fate, lowering his head.

"Lady Roland, from now on I will follow your lead. Please spare my lowly life."

"Hehehe~ Good, good, good!"

Roland covered her mouth slightly and let out a coquettish laugh characteristic of a queen-like villain.

"You are truly a wise man who knows when to yield. As long as you cooperate with us, the group will not treat you unfairly."

She shifted her crossed legs, laughing so hard her ample bosom swayed like waves, her excitement rising.

So this is what it feels like to bully others with your power?

No wonder Elizabeth, that little brat, looked so satisfied when she bullied me.

After Roland stopped giggling, she clapped her hands and stretched out her hand.

Seeing this, Nightingale, who was hiding among the maids, came out.

She walked over to Roland and placed a magic scroll in Roland's palm.

Roland unrolled the scroll, revealing intricate magic array patterns, with a pale green wheat ear pattern in the center shimmering with light.

This is a special mark that Ms. Tree attempted to research and develop after replenishing her divine power.

Its name is "Poisonous Brand".

Thanks to Ms. Tree's research on stealth and disguise, coupled with the infusion of divine power, this thing is extremely well-hidden.

If Marcus goes against Roland's wishes, Roland can remotely poison him at any time.

Although this technology is still somewhat unstable and may cause side effects, it is suitable for use on businessmen like Marcus who manipulate grain prices.

Roland had absolutely no burden.

……

Thirty minutes later, Marcus left the greenhouse dejectedly.

From then on, his life was in Roland's hands, and he could only obey Roland's every command.

The good news is that Roland's plan to destroy the grain hoarders opened his eyes.

This candidate saintess is an ambitious, resourceful, and knowledgeable leader.

Working under Roland, he seemed to still be able to live a life of wealth, luxury, and decadence.

But the bad news was that he had a bad feeling, as if he had been caught in a huge conspiracy and boarded a dangerous pirate ship.

……

Greenhouse viewing room.

Even after the loser Marcus left, Roland maintained her haughty demeanor.

She crossed her legs, her red-soled high heels with gold trim swaying slightly in mid-air, revealing her joyful mood.

Her beautiful, heart-shaped eyes narrowed slightly as she admired the tender waves of wheat in the heading stage through the one-way glass of the viewing room, a smile playing on her lips.

This sight made the nightingale stare in disbelief.

Her gaze traveled upwards from Roland's swaying high heels, down to her calves encased in black stockings, the full curves of her thighs, her flat stomach, and her high, firm breasts...

And that look in his eyes, as if he were manipulating people's hearts and looking at trash.

"Oh ho~"

Nightingale let out a silent cry of surprise and shuddered.

This is it!

This sense of oppression, this aristocratic demeanor and temperament, perfectly matched her preferences.

It's like a perfect match between a large glass of iced tea and a glass of iced red tea.

Unfortunately, Miss Roland is wearing a nun's suit today, not the capitalist's suit she wore when she met Tiger-Headed Bizan.

If she wore that slightly sarcastic outfit, maintained her current haughty posture with her legs crossed, and then showed off her jade-like feet encased in black stockings...

As the nightingale imagined the scene, she felt an endless fire of lust rising to her lower abdomen, and her long ears perked up and burned.

A trickle of saliva secretly dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Roland gradually recovered from the joy of victory.

We have indeed suffered a series of setbacks in business recently, and today we finally managed to get our revenge.

The sense of justice she felt from teaching the wicked a lesson made her feel brighter.

She looked at Nightingale, who was standing motionless in front of her, and noticed the foot fetish maid's gaze.

"What's wrong, Nightingale? Why are you staring at me without moving? What do you want?"

When Roland said this, her tone still carried a hint of teasing and mockery, as she had when speaking to the obese bishop.

With her head resting on the back of the sofa, even when she looked up at the nightingale, it was as if she were looking down at a bunch of fish.

Nightingale immediately gasped; she simply couldn't resist his cold yet alluring demeanor.

Miss Roland is strong!

She lowered her head timidly, just like Marcus had done moments before.

However, Marcus only dared to look at the floor, while her gaze secretly shifted to the black silk feet in high heels in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland."

"Your performance just now was so unexpected that I was momentarily stunned."

Upon hearing this, Roland's swaying little feet froze in mid-air as she recalled her earlier performance, feeling a little embarrassed.

She seemed to have gotten too into her performance just now, completely referencing villainous bosses from Earth's movies and TV shows.

Thinking of this, her cold and aloof expression instantly crumbled, her cheeks flushed slightly, turning a rosy red.

"Ahem, I only did that to deal with those despicable grain merchants."

"Nightingale, you said before that to deal with these awful merchants, you have to be a bit harsh so they'll think I'm not easy to bully."

The nightingale's throat bobbed as she silently grumbled to herself.

This isn't about "making people feel like they can't be bullied".

This is blatant bullying... *slurp*