Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland inwardly scoffed upon hearing the succubus's words.

"What the hell is 'boss lady'?"

"I've never even been in a relationship, okay?"

Not only has she never been in a relationship, but after all this time she's been in this world, she's never even seen a girl's body.

If it were a protagonist who's all over the place, he'd probably have a harem of three thousand beauties by now, sleeping with them all in bed.

Although Roland thought this in her heart, she did not refute it openly.

After all, wearing a big tiger skin like Kalil's should make him more authoritative in front of the succubi.

However, seeing that Roland acquiesced, the succubus with the large breasts wagged her heart-shaped tail even more enthusiastically.

"So, Miss Roland, do you have some free time to visit Pink Harbor?"

"no problem."

Roland readily agreed.

Roland would certainly not refuse an invitation from an important partner.

"It's been a while since I've been to Pink Harbor, and I'd like to see how the beaver girl who makes figures is doing with her work and life now."

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The group then went downstairs to prepare to board the carriage and leave.

However, as soon as they arrived on the first floor, they encountered new visitors.

Marcus, the top henchman of Roland and a member of the Royal Capital branch of the Church of Light, was following the door maid into the church.

Upon meeting, Marcus immediately adopted a fawning expression.

"Miss Roland, hello! What a coincidence!"

Roland was somewhat surprised.

"Mr. Marcus, what brings you here?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be acquiring those bankrupt chambers of commerce at bargain prices right now."

"Miss Roland is truly a prophet."

Marcus started with a compliment, and then continued...

"That's exactly why I'm here today."

"In fact, some businessmen have approached me, hoping I could put in a good word for them with you and get them to join the Roland Group."

Roland raised an eyebrow, revealing an expression of great interest.

"Oh? Join my ranks?"

"interesting."

Roland instinctively wanted to lead Marcus to the reception room, but then she suddenly remembered that she had promised the succubus sister that she would visit Pink Harbor.

After a moment's thought, she simply extended an invitation to Marcus.

"Mr. Marcus, I'm on my way to Pink Harbor. Why don't you come along?"

"It's a good opportunity to get to know him; he's an important partner of our Roland Group."

Upon hearing this, Marcus looked past Roland and saw three alluring succubi behind her.

Upon closer inspection, his squinty eyes widened slightly.

These three succubi seem to be high-ranking members of Pink Harbor, right?

They actually gathered at the New Sprouts Street Church and even invited Roland to Pink Harbor.

Good heavens, although there have been rumors that Roland and the succubus are colluding, their relationship is actually quite close.

Surely it can't be that Loran and the succubus got married, right?

Marcus's thoughts were in turmoil, but his self-discipline as a businessman quickly calmed him down.

He nodded politely to the succubi and handed them a business card with both hands.

"Miss Succubus, I am Bishop Marcus of the Church of Light in the Land Walk District, and also Miss Roland's loyal partner."

"I hope you will take good care of me in business."

The lead succubus with large breasts politely replied, took the business card, and then cast a hesitant glance at Roland.

Roland understood immediately and explained with a smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. Marcus is on our side, and his loyalty is beyond question."

She said this without batting an eye, as if she had never branded Marcus with the deadly poison.

Only after receiving Roland's approval did the Great Succubus reveal a radiant smile.

"So Mr. Marcus is also an important partner of ours."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Ivy Rose, currently the head of Pink Harbor."

"I hope you will continue to support me in business in the future."

As they exchanged compliments, the group boarded the magical carriage specially made for Pink Harbor.

This carriage is more like a motorhome on Earth, with a very spacious interior and extremely luxurious decorations.

Especially the spacious and soft sofa, it looks like a good place to do certain things.

However, with the addition of Marcus, the scene has turned into a serious business negotiation.

According to the rule that men and women should not touch each other, Roland and three voluptuous succubi squeezed onto a sofa.

Marcus sat somewhat awkwardly across the table, holding a stack of documents.

He was well aware that he had ruined Roland and the succubus's plans, and his movements became hesitant.

"Miss Roland, please take a look."

"These are all messages from chambers of commerce that want to join our association; I have already screened them in advance."

"I eliminated those that were already insolvent or had no investment potential."

"The remaining part mostly consists of chambers of commerce in the old port area, and they are related to this price gouging of grain."

Roland suddenly realized.

"So that's how it is. You've come to beg for mercy?"

"Yes."

Marcus nodded, a look of admiration on his face, and began another barrage of compliments.

"Miss Roland, your methods are truly terrifying."

"They continuously induced grain traders to increase their positions, used shell companies to resell surplus grain, then used greenhouse gas emissions to inflate grain prices, and acquired bankrupt companies at low prices..."

"Oh... I misspoke. They were even begging us to take over their businesses."

As he spoke, he reached up and scratched his head, chuckling twice.

"My merchant guild also took this opportunity to grow significantly and earn a considerable amount of gold coins..."

When the topic of profit came up, Marcus paused for a moment and took out a bag of gold coins from his spatial ring.

Then, under Roland's watchful gaze, it was placed on the table and pushed in front of Roland.

"By the way, Miss Roland, this is part of the profits from this event, just a small token of my appreciation."

"The amount isn't large, only three thousand gold coins, because most of it was used to expand the guild. But I guarantee that you will definitely receive a share of the subsequent profits!"

His tone was sincere, and his posture was extremely humble.

She's completely different from before.

It wasn't that his knees were weak; it was just that Roland was truly terrifying.

The news of the store opening at seven o'clock spread throughout half of the capital, and the photos of the mass suicides were truly horrific.

This caused him to have nightmares for several days in a row, dreaming that he had become a pile of minced meat on the ground.

If he hadn't sided with Roland beforehand, his dream might have truly come true.

Grain merchants in other districts are now even portraying Roland as a commercial executioner.

Roland was unaware of Marcus's complex psychology.

She glanced at the bag of gold coins on the table, but instead of taking it, she picked up the documents next to her.

After carefully reviewing it, she looked at Marcus.

"Mr. Marcus, I won't accept the gold coins. You can continue to use them to expand the merchant guild."

"As for these chambers of commerce that want to join the Roland Group, I actually have a better suggestion."

When Marcus saw that Roland refused the gift, he thought he had done something wrong and was about to say something to make amends.

My attention was immediately drawn to Roland's next sentence.

"A better suggestion?"

He looked bewildered, then quickly realized what was happening.

"Whatever Miss Roland's needs are, I, Marcus, will do my utmost to assist you!"

"Cough, it's nothing difficult."

Roland waved the documents in her hand and said with a smile.

"My idea is that your chamber of commerce should take the lead in organizing these surrenderers and integrating them into a business alliance."

What do you think?

"what?"

Marcus made an incredulous sound, thinking he had misheard.

Does a pie really fall from the sky?