Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Nightingale mentally complained for a moment, then calmly reached out her hand.

Her hands felt as if she were holding warm, dark jade.

Roland shuddered and instinctively tried to pull back, but Nightingale gently held her ankle to stop her.

"Miss Roland, you were shaking your high heels too much just now, and they've become a little loose. Let me fasten them for you."

Nightingale remained unfazed, adjusting her high heels with natural ease.

Roland felt her cheeks getting warmer.

She wouldn't be so shy if she were in the office, but this is outside, in the greenhouse's scenic room.

There was still a group of maids standing behind her.

Seeing Nightingale's serious expression, Roland hesitated to speak, so she bit her lower lip and secretly glanced back at the maids' group.

The maids were dedicated and tactful; even the succubus maid didn't show any unusual expression, which reassured Roland as she turned her head back to the present.

But in the instant she turned her head, the maids looked at Nightingale's kneading hands with envy.

Nightingale's adjustments to Roland were very meticulous, even smoothing out the tiny wrinkles on her stockings, which took a while.

To ease her embarrassment, Roland simply started a conversation.

"Nightingale, how is the situation with Lady Tree? Will the Sisters of Thorn's spell be able to cover for her?"

Nightingale kept moving her hands and nodded earnestly.

"Don't worry, Miss Roland."

"Everything is going well with Ms. Tree; the nuns will at most feel that they performed exceptionally well."

"Then they attributed the cause to the advanced concept of greenhouses and the excellent growth of the fire wheat."

A huge weight was lifted off Roland's shoulders.

In this way, her main goal was achieved.

From then on, the anomalies in the greenhouse could generally be attributed to Seraphim and the Sisters of Thorn.

Even if the nuns don't think so, external forces will pin the blame on them and ignore Ms. Tree.

As for whether the Sisters of Thorn will have any objections, there's no need to worry.

After all, she was Serafie's darling.

Seeing that Roland was in a good mood, Nightingale stopped what she was doing and smiled slightly.

"Miss Roland, the nuns' ripening process will probably continue for another hour."

"How about I give you a foot massage here? You've walked quite a bit today, you must be a little tired."

"After the nuns finish, we will host a welcome dinner for them and arrange accommodations."

The nightingale said this because Roland wanted to go all the way with her act.

The Sisters of Thorn are not just going through the motions; they are to be stationed at the Roland Group and continuously use natural magic to accelerate the ripening of crops.

Meanwhile, in another part of the greenhouse, with the help of loyal beast girl employees, Ms. Tree would secretly accelerate the ripening of other wheat fields to make up for Roland's food shortage.

So, everyone really has to wait for a while in the view room.

Roland simply took out the administrative documents from her spatial ring, held them in her mage hand, and began to browse through them.

As for Nightingale's foot massage service, she hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.

The nightingale's long ears perked up again, showing her joyful mood.

She deftly removed Roland's shoes and began to exercise her hands.

Although Nightingale's fighting ability remains unchanged, her massage skills have indeed improved day by day.

As Roland felt the comfort emanating from the soles of her feet, she revealed a relaxed expression, as if she were soaking in a hot spring.

Unfortunately, this was not what the nightingale wanted.

The dark elf maid asked tentatively.

"Miss Roland, your performance in front of Marcus today was truly outstanding, you were just like a real capitalist's daughter."

Roland casually echoed her sentiment.

"Really? Looks like my acting skills are pretty good."

"How about we try practicing again?"

"???"

Three big question marks appeared above Roland's head as she tilted her head and looked at Nightingale.

She began to recall Nightingale's unusual behavior, her brow furrowed, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

"Nightingale, do you like my arrogant demeanor?"

The nightingale’s long ears suddenly twitched up and down rapidly for a very short time, but the observant Roland caught the moment.

Roland's eyes changed.

His personal maid seems to be developing in an increasingly strange direction.

They appear to be such aloof and elegant dark elves and cold-faced assassins, so why did they turn out like this?

Nightingale keenly sensed that Roland's gaze was moving over her, and calmly said...

"Miss Roland, I sincerely suggest that you practice that posture again; it will enhance your sense of authority."

"I have met many elf sisters who are factory owners. Their haughty demeanor is extremely natural. Perhaps I can offer you some suggestions for improvement."

The nightingale's icy expression remained convincing, as if she were speaking with utmost seriousness.

But the master and servant had spent a long time together, and Roland wasn't so easily fooled by Nightingale.

She squinted, her gaze fixed on the nightingale's long ears.

"Dear Nightingale sister, you're talking nonsense, aren't you?"

Nightingale continued massaging Roland's feet, her expression remaining completely unchanged.

"Miss Roland, you've misunderstood."

"I'm just thinking of you. As you gradually step onto the social stage of the capital, a powerful aura and dignified demeanor will be indispensable."

"You're too gentle and approachable on a daily basis. It might work well with your own people, but it doesn't quite work with outsiders."

"Pretentious."

Roland was speechless and pursed her lips.

At first glance, the nightingale's words seem to make some sense.

The problem is that when Roland was facing Marcus, she practically had "I'm a bad guy" written all over her face.

We can't expect that none of the nobles we'll be dealing with in the future will be of good character, can we?

Nightingale pretended not to hear Roland's response and continued with her work, even humming a little tune.

Roland was immediately displeased; her large fox ears twitched and stood up straight.

Nightingale's "I'm shameless and stubborn, you can't do anything about me" attitude is really infuriating.

Despite having such a perverted taste, he uses his naturally icy, expressionless face to put on a serious act.

After pondering for a while, Roland simply changed her expression, becoming arrogant and domineering.

She swung her little feet, kicked the nightingale's hands away, and crossed her legs again.

Then he slightly tightened his throat and raised his voice.

"Nightingale, you're so shameless! You shameless beast in human clothing, you're a complete pervert!"

Upon hearing these words, Nightingale unusually showed a bewildered expression, looking up to meet Roland's gaze.

Then he met Roland's gaze, which seemed to look at him like he was a nobody.

She gasped, trying her best to keep her face taut.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The elf's long ears twitched rapidly once more.

Roland chuckled inwardly and let out a soft hum.

"lie!"

"A maid who deceives her master deserves to be punished!"

Roland racked her brains to recall the movie and television works she had seen, and the style of action of the arrogant female villains in them.

What should we do next?

Seems to be……

After a moment of hesitation, Roland stepped on Nightingale's face.