Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

As soon as Roland stepped on it, she regretted it.

In her view, no matter how strange the nightingale's hobbies were.

No one would like to be treated like this, right?

Because they were so close, you could even feel the nightingale's breath on your soles.

But the nightingale did not react for a long time, only her breathing quickened slightly.

Roland thought the nightingale was angry.

Her feigned arrogance vanished without a trace.

Just as I was about to move my calf away, a warm sensation suddenly flashed through my mind.

"What are you doing! Ouch!"

As if electrocuted, Roland retreated at lightning speed.

He even rolled around on the sofa because of his large movements, and it took him a long time to sit up straight again.

When he looked up at the nightingale again, he saw that the dark elf maid's expression was normal.

Roland's cheeks flushed red. She instinctively wanted to shout out, but then she remembered that there was a group of audience maids behind her.

She had no choice but to lean forward and lower her voice.

"Nightingale, what are you doing?"

Her voice stammered slightly, her toes curled up as she put her feet down, and she took a deep breath.

"Do you know that this is very unhygienic? It could cause stomach upset, fungal infections, mouth ulcers... In short, you shouldn't eat it."

Nightingale's eyebrows lifted slightly, and a rare hint of a smile appeared on her face.

"Miss Roland, didn't you say you were going to punish me?"

"Indeed, many nobles in the empire punish their maids in this way."

Roland's expression froze, then she forced a dry laugh.

"I was just joking. It's because you were so shameless just now."

"Ahem, I'm not one of those evil nobles who would bully the maids."

The maids with better hearing nodded in agreement upon hearing Roland's words.

Roland was incredibly kind to the church maids.

Not only are the benefits good and the attitude friendly, but they even train the maids to cultivate magic.

Everyone was very grateful to Roland.

As for the so-called "abuse of the maid," if Roland were to carry it out...

"Gurgle."

One of the maids made a soft swallowing sound.

The voice was soft, but it represented the sentiments of everyone, especially the restless succubus maid.

Most of these succubus maids are the same kind as sheep; they are low-level succubi who are weak in both talent and strength and can't even find a beautiful wife.

If they could get so close to Miss Roland, they would definitely want to devour her and savor her.

"The Nightingale Maid has such composure; she can remain calm and unmoved even in the face of this."

The maids, unaware of the truth, whispered among themselves, which drew the agreement of the others.

Nightingale maintained her expressionless face, as if she hadn't done anything at all.

"Of course I know you're joking."

She gracefully knelt down and began to help Roland put on her fallen shoes.

He calmly assessed Roland's actions.

"Miss Roland, your posture just now was indeed somewhat intimidating, but it was more of a provocation and flirtation. You can't do that to outsiders."

"You should recall how you felt when you faced Bishop Marcus; that's the kind of demeanor a person in a high position should have."

"Perhaps we can learn something from Her Highness Elizabeth."

Hearing Nightingale's serious remarks, Roland's embarrassment eased somewhat.

Let's just go along with what Nightingale said and change the subject.

Her face darkened as she thought of Elizabeth the Imp, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

"That brat is utterly rude; he has no airs of someone in a high position whatsoever!"

Nightingale raised an eyebrow, her expression showing some confusion.

She had only seen Elizabeth at aristocratic social banquets and festivals, and did not understand what Roland meant.

Thinking of the third princess, who was highly educated and had a strong business acumen, she said earnestly.

"Miss Roland, I saw Her Highness Elizabeth at the banquet."

"Even her slightly unfortunate height cannot overshadow her dignified demeanor and majestic presence, which is truly worthy of emulation."

Roland sighed and shrugged helplessly.

"Please, she is a princess of the empire, and I am just an ordinary little nun who was guarding a dilapidated little church just a few months ago."

"You can put on an act for a short time to maintain a certain air, but you can't force it."

There was one more thing she didn't say.

Having lived as an ordinary Earthling for over twenty years, it's difficult for her to possess the innate sense of superiority that local aristocrats have.

"Miss Roland, don't underestimate yourself. You can also be a princess."

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not saying anything strange; you can be my princess."

A mischievous glint was hidden in the nightingale's eyes.

He was like a dashing knight performing a hand-kissing ceremony, only he kissed the wrong spot, which startled Roland so much that she made a meme-worthy face.

……

Two days later, the Sisters of Thorn, who were in charge of accelerating the ripening process, had also gotten used to life at the Roland Group.

At the same time, they were also shocked by the operational status of the Roland Group.

In the daily lives of frontline employees.

Work hours, meal times, and holidays—every single item on the schedule is clearly arranged.

Unlike factories outside, where work is unpredictable depending on the raw materials imported, factories generally don't have work available one day and not the next.

Occasionally, workers will be given a subsidy for working overtime.

Overtime pay?

Something I've never even heard of.

Although the subsidy is issued in the form of paper vouchers printed with Lauren's head, it is said that it can be used as normal currency within the group.

What surprised the Sisters of Thorn even more was that, despite having few orders and prioritizing supplies to refugees, Roland did not lay off any of her employees.

Her decision was to reduce the daily working hours of her employees.

The free time was then used for simple skills training.

With these measures in place, employees felt a high level of security.

People are happy to engage in entertainment and consumption activities, and every evening, a large crowd gathers in front of the Roland statue in Hot Water Square.

Then, led by the beast girls, a small banquet was held.

Looking down from the balcony of the church room at night, one can see well-dressed people walking in twos and threes, laughing and chatting.

The temporary stalls around the area lit up with oil lamps, and the bustling crowd created a lively atmosphere.

Theresa and the nuns watched the smiles on people's faces as if they were watching a unique magical video recording.

Such lively scenes are usually only seen during festivals and would never happen on ordinary streets in winter.

But it just so happens that it appeared on Xinya Street, a remote and dilapidated place that was just a few months ago.

"Miss Roland is amazing. Seeing this lively scene makes me feel better without even realizing it."

"This is from Sister Theresa, a confidante of Saint Seraphim," she said.

She was leaning against the railing, chatting with her sisters who lived with her, her words filled with admiration for Roland.

The others nodded in agreement.

"The atmosphere on the whole Xinya Street is very comfortable. You can't see homeless people, ragged prostitutes, or even corpses frozen to death on the street."

"And everyone I met, even those beast-eared people from the south, were all happy."

"Sometimes I even wonder if I'm still within the Empire."

At this moment, a young nun whose hair was gradually turning green showed a worried expression.

She slightly raised her right hand, gesturing for everyone to look at her.

"The current situation of the Roland Group is not very good."

"Although we're working hard to accelerate the growth of the plants, to be honest, with our limited manpower, we simply can't provide food for so many people, can we?"