Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Five days passed quickly.

Three hundred orcs, most of whom were cats, with a small number of other races.

None of these poor beast girls died after being treated by the Roland Group. Even those who had half their bodies destroyed by magic were saved by powerful healing magic.

It's truly a world with magic.

No matter how crude the suturing and debridement techniques are, as long as the limbs can be reattached, the rest can be left to magic.

On Earth, the patient would probably have died from infection and sepsis long ago.

However, Roland was powerless to help the beast girls who had been disabled for too long and whose missing parts could not be found.

Limb regeneration magic falls into the category of advanced magic. It requires reading the soul's information and reshaping new limbs, making it extremely complex.

Only highly skilled superhumans who are proficient in healing magic can cast this spell.

As for Sister Theresa, who is still with the Roland Group, she is good at fighting, so she is helpless against the disabled beast girl.

This caused some of the severely disabled beast girls to feel extremely uneasy.

Five days have passed since they arrived at New Sprout Street.

Over five days, they witnessed the luxurious living environment of the Roland Group, learned about the group's work, and saw the group's busy business operations.

In their worldview, without the ability to work, one is not entitled to enjoy certain benefits.

Even though Roland repeatedly emphasized that she would not abandon them, it was difficult to alleviate their anxiety.

……

"Sigh, I told you I wouldn't abandon them, why don't these disabled beast girls believe me?"

Roland pouted helplessly.

She is currently in the dressing room on the third floor of the church, sitting in front of the dressing mirror, preparing her appearance for today's funeral for the deceased beast girl.

However, the character designed for Roland today is not her personal maid Nightingale, but the short little Renée.

Renee stood on a stool, tiptoeing, to apply lipstick to Roland.

With her left hand, she gently lifted Roland's chin, and with her right hand, she held up a cool-toned lipstick and pressed it onto Roland's soft lips, outlining an alluring shape.

The lipstick covered Roland's cherry lips, reflecting an alluring, star-like sheen under the magic lamp's light.

Renee involuntarily recalled the kiss one night and felt her mouth go dry.

To avoid losing her composure and doing something that would contradict her loli persona, she chose to respond to Roland's words.

"Sister Roland, the disabled beast girls don't disbelieve you; they disbelieve in this world."

"Let alone those beast girls from out of town, even in the slums of our capital, very few people survive a year after losing a hand or a foot."

"Because no employer will hire disabled workers, as they are inefficient and prone to illness."

"When I was lame, I would have starved to death long ago if it weren't for my sister's protection."

Renee smiled and explained to Roland, while putting on her eyeliner and drawing a cool, dark makeup look on Roland's face.

She continued.

"If the beast girls are disabled, they're in a worse situation than us locals. Not only are they easy to bully, but there are also many of them."

"The capital city has no shortage of labor. If disabled people won't do it, there are plenty of healthy people who will. It's very heartless."

Renee sighed deeply.

This topic plunged the locker room into a heavy atmosphere, and Roland fell silent, with only the faint sounds of Renee bustling about in the air.

After a while, Renee put down her various makeup tools and placed the black hat with a veil attached on Roland's head.

"Sister Roland, it's finished."

"Stand up and admire your own appearance."

Roland thanked her and walked to the full-length mirror.

The person in the mirror had changed into a mourning outfit that was predominantly black with gray accents.

The mourning dress is a close-fitting fishtail skirt. The soft and smooth fabric outlines the body's curves, and the skirt flares out at the calves, making it look dignified and elegant, yet not without a sense of solemnity.

The neckline and chest area are adorned with blue gemstones, paired with butterfly ruffles.

Her face was adorned with a cool, dark makeup look, which complemented the mourning outfit perfectly, further emphasizing the solemnity.

Roland watched in amazement.

"Rene, how do you know so much? Is this what a genius girl is like?"

"Not only is he so clear about the funeral process, but he also knows the style of the mourning clothes and the makeup design so well."

"If I go out looking like this, I'm afraid no one will recognize me."

Roland turned to the side to take a closer look at herself in the mirror, and said with a smile.

"I don't look like a nun from the Church of Light at all right now, I look more like..."

"By the way, she seems to be a saint from the Church of the Slumber (Death), the one mentioned in history books, little Renee, you should know her, right?"

Renee's lips twitched, and she cursed inwardly.

Is it possible that she was the great sage of the Church of Slumber, and later the immortal witch, which is why she knows so much?

She put on a cute, shy expression and scratched her head.

"Sister Roland, you're making me blush with all your praise."

"Besides alchemy, I usually spend my time reading in my sister Kalil's study. I learned all of these things by chance from books while I was reading."

Upon hearing this, Roland admired him even more.

Without a teacher, he can absorb so much knowledge just by reading books. What else could he be but a child prodigy?

He is simply the future pillar and rising star of the church.

Roland couldn't resist lifting Renee up by her armpits and rubbing her soft little face against her.

"Little Renee, you're too modest. Even the top students at the Imperial Academy aren't as efficient at learning as you."

Roland grew happier and happier as she thought about it, and began to imagine the future when Renee grew up and she would follow the little one around, acting like a tyrant. She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, my son Renee has the makings of an emperor!"

Of course, she didn't forget the secret to raising children: praise and rewards are essential.

She reached out and ruffled Renee's black hair, asking with a smile.

"You've been so helpful these past two days, just tell your sister what reward you want."

"award?"

Renee was taken aback.

She had no intention of asking for a reward at all.

I've been helping with the funeral arrangements for the deceased beast girl these past few days, purely out of longing for my hometown.

This is a way to commemorate the departed, sleeping church, as well as all the friends and fellow believers.

After all, the Church of the Sleeping Dead was most skilled at burial and commemoration.

As for what Roland just said, it wasn't wrong.

She did indeed dress Roland up as the Sleeping Saintess.

Those beautiful and solemn saints of yesteryear, upholding noble ideals, presided over every funeral.

May the deceased rest in peace, and may the living bravely continue on their journey with hope.

He is the most representative figure of the Church of the Sleeping.

Looking at it now, Miss Roland really does suit this outfit.

Not only is she beautiful, but her temperament has also become calm and serene, like a quiet pool in a misty forest, where every smile and frown is like a ripple gently spreading in the night breeze.

And her figure, accentuated perfectly by the solid-colored mourning clothes...

"Gurgle!"

Renee's throat bobbed as she looked Roland up and down, a burning flame beginning to ignite in her eyes.

Roland looks like a cool and aloof widow.

She was still a virgin, a helpless woman with only a nominal title.

She looked pitiful and weak, as if waiting for the heroine Renee to lend a helping hand and rescue her from her lonely and miserable days.

Want to look pretty...

Ahem, she's lost her composure a bit.

Rene suppressed her restless heart; Roland's attire was simply too attractive to her, a member of the Sleeping Church.

She pursed her lips and pretended to be naive and innocent as she declined.

"Sister Roland, you're too kind. Helping you is what I should do."

If I'm not mistaken, Roland will definitely insist on giving a reward. Then, all she has to do is ask for a kiss, and she'll be all set.

Upon hearing this, Klaus put Renee down and patted the little one's head with satisfaction.

"Oh, little Renee is so thoughtful. We'll talk about the reward next time."

Renee's smile froze.

Aminos, Miss Roland, why are you not playing by the rules?