Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Not long after the nightingale's song, footsteps followed.

The rooftop gardens aren't particularly large; it doesn't take long to get from the entrance to the center.

Roland was so frightened that her tail stood straight up.

"Miss Tree, get out of my way! I need to change back into my maid outfit!"

Miss Shu is also a sensible person.

She didn't want anyone to see Roland in that alluring and refreshing state.

Roland got up from the hanging bench and ran behind the trunk of the Harvest Tree, picking up her maid outfit as she went.

She hurriedly untied the leaf-patterned clothing and began to put on the full-length maid's dress.

As for the three leaves used as underwear, the fishing net gloves and socks, it was too late.

Fortunately, the maid's outfit was very conservative and she was equipped with gloves, so Nightingale should not notice.

Just as Roland put on her gloves and straightened her skirt, Nightingale arrived.

The icy-faced dark elf frowned, scrutinizing the treant sitting behind his desk.

"Miss Tree, isn't Miss Roland here with you?"

Ms. Shu looked perfectly normal. After several hours of rest, she was in excellent spirits and took a pleasant sip of tea.

"Miss Roland is indeed in the Hanging Gardens. Thank you for keeping me company all night yesterday."

Her words were somewhat ambiguous, her purpose being a small act of revenge against Nightingale, who dressed Roland up as a housekeeper.

Upon hearing this, the nightingale frowned even more.

"Where is Miss Roland now?"

Her long ears were slightly tucked down, creating the airplane-like shape of a feline, and her voice was somewhat deep.

As a dark elf from the shadowy depths, she did indeed subconsciously think in the wrong direction.

The contents of the book began to surface in my mind: feeding the tiger with one's own body, being eaten alive and unable to escape, and being passed down by word of mouth.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

At that moment, Roland, lifting her skirt, hurriedly ran out from behind the tree trunk.

Good morning, nightingale, I'm here.

The tree spirits and dark elves immediately turned their gazes to Roland.

At this moment, Roland was dressed neatly, and her maid outfit was intact.

Her clothes were slightly dirty at the hem and her skirt had some small wrinkles, which looked like the result of working at her desk.

Nightingale breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Because Roland appears to be perfectly normal.

Ms. Shu smiled as well.

Because she could sense that the scent of the three leaves was still clinging to Roland's body.

When the nightingale saw Roland approaching, she gently took Roland's gloved little hand in hers.

"Miss Roland, why didn't you go back to your room to sleep last night? Didn't you say that working overtime until midnight was enough?"

"Haha."

Roland scratched her head and chuckled dryly, forcing a sincere expression as she pointed to her smaller desk.

"I can't multitask like a tree spirit, and there are more documents than I expected, so I've been working overtime until now."

Nightingale looked in the direction Roland was pointing.

Sure enough, there were documents scattered on the table, with some of Roland's half-finished writing still on them.

The edges of the document paper were still damp with sweat droplets.

Afraid that Nightingale wouldn't believe her, Roland quickly stepped forward and picked up the document she had corrected.

"Look, I've spent the whole night correcting these trivial things, it's so annoying."

As he spoke, he shifted his body slightly, cleverly concealing the documents he had missed because he had been sleeping.

The nightingale looked closely, and a great weight was finally lifted from her heart.

It seems she misunderstood the Tree Spirit; this tree spirit only knows how to cultivate and work.

Just like last time, the whole night passed without him doing anything indecent to Roland.

That's good. Miss Roland only needs to be pure, lovely, and chaste.

As a maid, she had to consider many more aspects.

She smiled.

"Miss Roland, since you've been reviewing documents all night, would you like to rest now, or would you like to have breakfast first?"

"Let's have breakfast."

Roland answered decisively, touching her flat little belly.

She hadn't eaten anything all night, and all the snacks had gone into the tree spirit's stomach; she was indeed very hungry.

The nightingale nodded and politely turned to Ms. Tree.

"Miss Tree, would you like to join us for lunch?"

"No need, I'm already full."

Ms. Shu waved her hand and tapped the document in her hand with a quill pen.

"And I still need to continue reviewing documents; new ones will be sent over soon."

After the two left, she couldn't help but break into a bright smile.

Wow, that's so exciting!

Who would have thought that beneath Miss Roland's fully covered skirt, there were only tree spirit leaves clinging to her body?

Just then, a plump bee fluttered its wings and swayed over to Ms. Tree's side.

Below the plump bee, a thick black thread hangs.

Ms. Shu's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take it.

"Hmm, it seems the maid outfit was given by Nightingale. It's too heavy and cumbersome. Roland didn't have time to change and just threw it on the ground."

"Nightingale Maid, you've really shot yourself in the foot."

……

Roland followed the nightingale out of the Hanging Gardens.

Returning from the sun-drenched rooftop garden to the indoor corridor, Roland immediately tensed up.

She looked at her body in horror.

To be precise, it refers to three mysterious places on the body.

The three leaves attached to it actually emitted a faint green glow!

Even with the thickest housekeeper uniform, a few rays of light still managed to see through.

Most people would probably overlook it.

But Nightingale is a mid-level superhuman, and the kind with extremely strong combat power.

His eyes could see every single hair clearly.

So Roland quickly covered her chest, squeezed her thighs together, and followed with small, quick steps.

Don't look back, don't look back!

She prayed in her heart that the nightingale would not discover her embarrassing state.

But things didn't go as planned; the nightingale's ears twitched slightly, and it turned its head away.

"Miss Roland, why are you hunched over? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uh... hahaha!"

Roland felt sweat beading on her back and quickly explained.

"I'm hungry, yes, I'm starving."

"You have no idea, Miss Tree was really angry yesterday. She snatched all the snacks I brought up, and I didn't get a single bite."

When Nightingale heard Roland criticize the tree spirit, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"Miss Shu is so childish, unlike me. I'm willing to prepare whatever you want to eat."

"Yes, Nightingale, you're the best."

Roland casually agreed, but sweat was piling up on her back.

In desperation, she tried to use magic to connect the leaves on her body.

After some attempts, I was finally able to barely control these three peculiar magical items.

Although it cannot completely stop the light from emanating, the intensity is no longer able to penetrate the body.

The meal passed peacefully and uneventfully.

Feeling relaxed and refreshed after the meal, Roland returned comfortably to her office on the third floor.

She sat down on the sofa in the dressing room, and Nightingale, as usual, gracefully knelt down in front of Roland.

"Miss Roland, let me help you change your shoes."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The habit she had developed over the years, coupled with her understanding of the nightingale's fetish, made her subconsciously extend her leg to express her gratitude.

Then, in the next moment, she hurriedly shouted.

"Wait! We don't need to today."

But it was too late; the nightingale's movements were so fluid and skillful.

Her delicate little leather shoes were taken off, revealing her exquisite and lovely feet, her pearl-like toes bound by vine-like fishnet stockings.

Like a tied-up hairy crab, it makes one's appetite irresistible.

Nightingale's smile froze as she met Roland's gaze.

"Miss Roland, weren't you wearing black stockings at the beginning?"