Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Renee, whose reward was cancelled, stood there dumbfounded.

When Roland saw little Renee looking like that, she burst out laughing.

"Haha, I knew you'd do this."

She bent down, picked Renee up again, and placed her in her arms, teasingly poking Renee's puffed-up cheek with her finger.

"Rennie, you're such a little devil! You're even trying to be polite like us adults. It's not cute at all."

Renee was unaware that she had been teased by Roland and felt indignant.

Small in stature but big in mind?

She's old enough to be Roland's great-great-great-great-grandmother, yet she's still acting like a precocious child?

Do you even know how to respect your elders?

Renee was internally raging, but outwardly she acted completely differently.

She puffed up her cheeks, making her little face puff out even more, looking like an enraged black pufferfish with resentment in her dead fish eyes.

Roland laughed even harder, poking at the air with her fingers.

"Haha, Renee looks so cute even when she's angry."

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. The reward will definitely be prepared for you, something you'd never expect."

"As for now, I'll just stamp it and make do!"

Roland squinted and kissed Renee's smooth little face before putting Renee back on the ground.

She reached out and gently ruffled the little girl's hair.

"Next, you should dress yourself up a bit. Don't wear a long dress to a funeral; it's not formal enough."

"I'll go now."

After saying that, Roland swayed and closed the door to the dressing room.

Renee reached out and touched her right cheek, where the warmth of Roland's body still seemed to linger.

Turning to look in the mirror, I saw a beautiful, delicate lip print on my face, making me want to take a bite.

"Sigh~ I wish it had been on the lips."

Renee muttered regretfully, walked back to the dressing table, and gently wiped the marks off her face with a handkerchief.

……

After leaving the church, Roland went straight to the greenhouse.

The decision to hold the funeral for the deceased beast girl in the greenhouse was a choice made by Roland after careful consideration.

These poor little creatures, who longed for pastoral idylls their whole lives, should at least be able to sleep soundly amidst the wheat fields after they die.

When the orc employees of the Roland Group learned of this decision, they were almost speechless with emotion.

The human employees were also deeply moved, their shock no less than that of the beastmen.

No one would have imagined that Roland would personally hold a funeral for her people, and that the burial place would be a beautiful greenhouse with abundant water and grass.

In this era, as poor people, they would absolutely never be able to enjoy such treatment.

The bodies were usually buried together in a pit 4 to 5 meters deep, along with other corpses.

This rudimentary burial method not only carries the risk of necromancers stealing corpses, but also exposes some unscrupulous businesses to the risk of cutting up, mixing, and compressing corpses to save space, resulting in double the number of corpses in one large pit, with the main selling point being that there are no discounts for bulk orders.

As for the cost of cremation, it is not something that ordinary families can afford. Without high-quality charcoal as fuel, it cannot be called cremation.

That's called barbecue.

Therefore, even in death, the poor only continue their lowly and failed lives, ending in an undignified manner.

Roland quickly arrived at the center of the greenhouse.

The rest of the church were already under the big tree, preparing various ritual props, and a glass monument was erected in an open space under the tree.

It resembles a display case for figurines, but the frame is made of vines and metal, and its shape is exquisite. The names written in Common Language are engraved on it, all of which are the names of the victims.

Roland looked up.

"Catberry, Parsley, Acorn... these are all very simple and unpretentious names."

"Huh, how come Cat Mai Mai is here too? She's not dead."

Roland's eyes widened, and she exclaimed in surprise.

Just then, a tall, melodious voice came from the side.

"I added the name 'Mao Mai' myself. Let's put an end to her story in everyone's hearts."

"Moreover, this will also confuse those tigers and prevent them from going further crazy and increasing their infiltration efforts. There have been too many spies coming over recently, and I can't monitor their movements at all times."

Roland looked up and saw a pair of large, round white rabbits wrapped in a dark blue dress.

Oh dear, the newcomer is too tall; I have to keep looking upwards.

Then I saw the 2.2-meter-tall tree spirit lady walk up to the monument and couldn't help but ask.

"Miss Tree, are you going to attend the funeral in your true form? Won't that give away your identity?"

"Of course I won't reveal the news, because I'll hide later... If all else fails, I can shrink down and hide in the middle of your chest for a while."

Ms. Tree waved her hand dismissively, her large, emerald-green eyes beginning to scan Roland up and down.

As I watched, the tendrils and vines in the tree canopy began to sway and dance, their cheeks flushing with excitement.

She moved closer to Roland, bent down slightly, took Roland's small hand, and spoke in a cheerful tone.

"Oh my, my dear Miss Roland, you look absolutely stunning today! What a wonderful new style!"

Roland stretched out her left hand and awkwardly fiddled with the ends of her blonde hair that hung down in front of her chest.

She was still a little unaccustomed to having someone close to her praise her appearance so directly.

"What do you mean by good-looking or bad-looking? This is mourning attire, a very solemn image."

"Rennie consulted many books, even history books. Apparently, this is the attire of a saintess from the Church of the Sleeping (Death), a truly high-class dress!"

Ms. Tree raised an eyebrow slightly, took a half step back, and moved her gaze back and forth over Roland.

After a long pause, she pinched her chin and made a judgment.

"Miss Roland, your clothes do indeed have some of the style of the Church of Slumber from back then, but..."

"What looks like a solemn suit on others is different on you. Tsk tsk, it's true that small things can yield great results, both in the front and the back."

Roland was speechless.

"Be serious, is this outfit not suitable for me?"

"It's not that it's inappropriate, it's just that you look more like a pitiful little widow."

Ms. Tree changed from holding Roland's right hand with one hand to holding both hands together, completely enveloping Roland's soft hand in her palms, and said affectionately.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Roland."

"Even if Kalil abandons you, I, Shu Nana, will not let you go... I will not give up on you. I will cherish you like a treasure and make you so happy that you will forget the pain of Kalil's departure."

Roland: "..."

Is this even human language?

What does "Mrs. Roland" even mean? She's still a pure bachelor, okay? Caryl is just on a business trip!

Roland shrugged off the Tree Lady in annoyance and glared at the two-meter-tall tree spirit who was joking.

"This will be a serious occasion; no joking around like this is allowed."

"And you're not allowed to joke about this kind of thing anymore. It's very unlucky, do you hear me!"

As she spoke, Roland reached out and slapped the Tree Lady hard.

However, due to the height difference, Roland's usual patting motion on the shoulder hit Ms. Tree's chest, catching the two rabbits off guard.

The impact caused the jellies to collide with each other, creating dazzling waves.

Roland paused for a moment, then said awkwardly.

"I didn't mean to, you're just too tall."