Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland agreed to Ms. Tree's request.

The two left the office area and went to the hanging bench on the other side.

The bench is made of vines and planks, covered with soft cushions, and adorned with colorful flowers on both sides.

Many people in the church like to rest and take a nap here, especially the children, led by Alice.

Roland sat down on the left side of the bench.

Ms. Tree lay comfortably on the chair, her head resting on Roland's plump thighs, and then let out a long breath.

"Now this is what I call a rest. My thighs smell so good and feel so soft. They taste amazing."

Her height of 2.2 meters almost filled up the entire bench.

Pressing down on Roland's legs was like bullying a child.

"Quickly feed me some delicious Ascension Potion, ahhh~~~"

She squinted her eyes, opened her rosy lips, and made a sound begging to be fed.

To make feeding easier, it even sticks out its long tongue. The rosy little snake is agile and wet, easily conjuring up images of illicit activities.

Without further ado, Roland pulled out the Ascension Potion.

She was as steadfast as an old monk, unmoved by beauty.

Anyone who stood and watched government work all night would be exhausted.

Now all she wanted to do was quickly feed the tree spirit, pat her bottom, and go back to her room to rest.

But when Roland opened the potion, she was stumped.

My two fat white rabbits blocked my view to some extent, and with the rocking chair swaying back and forth, I could easily spill the potion.

This potion is very expensive.

The production process was also quite demanding, several times more intense than when I rewarded myself.

I feel terrible if I waste even a single drop.

But Ms. Tree seemed uncooperative, shaking the large drum to keep the cradle bench powered.

The two-meter-tall tree spirit looked smug.

It seems they just wanted to admire Roland's troubled expression.

Roland wasn't going to indulge Ms. Tree, so she simply took out a baby bottle from her spatial ring.

It's not a glass bottle for "Roland" brand milk, but a proper baby bottle for feeding infants.

Its overall shape is similar to that on Earth, only more rudimentary.

It looks like a glass bottle with a nipple on it.

The pacifier is made of a kind of resin from another world, and it's not as soft as the ones on Earth.

Roland gave a soft hum to the Tree Lady, poured the potion into the baby bottle, put the nipple cap on, and shook it in her hand.

Ms. Shu was losing face.

"Miss Roland... are you going to feed me with this?"

"What else?"

Roland responded irritably.

"You keep wiggling your ass, if you spill the Ascension Potion, I'd like to hang you up and whip you."

"My baby bottle is right here, do you want some or not?"

Ms. Tree immediately wanted to refuse.

How could a tree spirit several hundred years old snuggle in a little nun's arms like a baby?

It's like an old woman pretending to be a virgin; shameless and brazen.

But when she looked up and her gaze passed over the two fat rabbits, she saw the gentle and graceful Roland, and she hesitated.

But then again...

Besides Roland, there's no one else in the Hanging Gardens, so indulging a little shouldn't be a problem.

Moreover, Roland has already lost face once today, so if she retaliates, it will only result in a draw.

Yes, that's it.

The more Ms. Shu thought about it, the more at ease she became, and she even had the idea of ​​teasing him in return, so she started to speak in a high-pitched voice.

"I'll drink, I'll drink, Mommy Roland, feed me quickly~"

Roland shuddered, nearly shaking the Tree Lady off, and goosebumps rose on her arms.

She craned her neck as far as she could, staring down at the tree lady.

"How can you talk so pervertedly? You're such a grown-up, why are you still randomly claiming someone as your mother?"

"What's the big deal? There's an old saying in the Empire: 'Whoever feeds you is your mother.'"

"I...I don't have breast milk, and I'm not your mother."

Feeling a little guilty, Roland grabbed the bottle and shoved it down, silencing Ms. Tree's restless mouth.

"Hey, drink up, stop whining."

Ms. Tree knew when to stop and ceased her chatter, truly becoming like a well-behaved girl as she sucked on the bottled potion of sublimation.

Although the experience wasn't as good as one particular night, it was better because Roland was awake, creating a wonderful sense of interaction.

To prolong this hard-won time, she deliberately slowed down her drinking pace.

Roland was too lazy to expose him; the ox, horse, and tree spirits were indeed exhausted these past few days.

Let's treat it as a way of being kind to the past version of ourselves who worked overtime on Earth.

She reached out and stroked the tree spirit's soft, long hair while humming a soothing tune.

With the help of the system's skills, she hummed music very well.

Ms. Tree looked at Roland in surprise.

Oh... I can't see the face; a rabbit has blinded her.

"Roland, what's wrong with you...?"

"Don't overthink it, I'm just being considerate of your hard work."

Roland shook the thigh that was being used as a pillow by the Tree Lady.

"If you want to rest, then take a nap. I'll stay with you until dawn."

Ms. Tree sensed the concern in Roland's tone and was deeply moved.

She didn't speak, but turned her face to the side and rubbed her cheek against Roland's smooth thigh, a smile playing on her lips.

Miss Roland is really suited for the role of a mother.

……

As soothing music played, Ms. Tree finished drinking the sublimation potion.

While absorbing the divine power contained in the potion, she drifted into a sweet dream.

Although her physical form is lush and vibrant, the sheer volume of political affairs takes a toll on her spirit and mindset.

The employees under the Roland Group are barely more literate than illiterate, and their management skills are appalling, leaving her to clean up the mess.

Now that she was relaxed, she quickly rested her head on Roland's lap and began to breathe evenly.

The large tree in the distance, its vines and tentacles hanging down, fell silent.

Even the plump bees in the tree canopy seemed to have softened the force of their wing flaps, reducing the noise they made while working.

The entire garden seemed to have entered hibernation, falling into tranquility.

Roland couldn't help but droop her eyelids, leaned back, and went to dreamland.

……

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The melodious chimes heralded the start of a new workday for the Roland Group.

The magic furnace in the hot water workshop roared, and the pressure relief valves on both sides spewed out a large amount of steam, sending three plumes of smoke into the winter sky.

Because Roland missed her hometown, the rooster she kept in the church's garden on the first floor began to crow on time.

"What are you doing? Ouch!"

This rooster has some Warcraft blood in it, and it looks majestic and imposing.

The Warcraft merchant had been training for two and a half years, and his voice was extremely penetrating, waking up the two people in the rooftop garden as well.

Roland rubbed her eyes and groggily opened them.

The garden is a sea of ​​green, and the plants look bright and beautiful under the sunlight.

Taking advantage of the beautiful weather, one rabbit on the grass rode on the back of another rabbit and began a recruitment animation.

Roland's mind went blank for a few seconds before she came to her senses.

I slept in the Sky Garden with Ms. Tree all night!

Oh no, judging by the time, Nightingale should have already realized that I'm not in the room.

They'll probably be coming up to the Sky Gardens soon.

Roland looked down at her leaf-covered outfit and felt a chill run down her spine.

"I don't want to be seen looking so embarrassing."

"Miss Tree, Nana Tree, wake up! It's an emergency!"

Roland grabbed the Tree Lady's arm and shook it vigorously, leaving the tree spirit completely disoriented.

Ms. Tree opened her eyes, shook her head from side to side, and finally managed to focus her beautiful big eyes.

Behind her head were soft, white legs in fishnet stockings, and on her head was a large, milky-scented white rabbit headband. It seemed that Roland really had slept with her all night.

She nuzzled against Roland's belly, her smile brighter than a chrysanthemum.

"Miss Roland, you're so kind~"

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked the big tail of the fox in his arms.

Roland had no interest in playing around with the tree lady and quickly pushed the tree spirit away.

"Stop fooling around, we overslept, Nightingale's about to come up!"

"Why are the dark elves here so early? Let's do some good morning interaction to strengthen our bond."

Ms. Tree was in a great mood and continued to push against the tree relentlessly.

At that moment, a clear sound of a door being pushed open rang out, causing the two to freeze in place.

The nightingale arrived much faster than Roland had imagined.

At the same time, the nightingale's signature cool voice drifted from afar.

"Miss Roland, are you in the Hanging Gardens?"

The dark elf's voice carried a hint of urgency, yet also contained a subtle undercurrent of helplessness.

Roland's expression froze instantly.

There's no time left.