Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Ms. Tree, whose breasts were ripped out, didn't seem to care much.

This is nothing to be ashamed of, not to mention that Roland is only in her twenties and, in terms of seniority, she is her great-great-great-great-great-daughter.

Compared to her, Roland could only be considered a little girl.

Moreover, the benefits she took from Roland far exceeded what a slap in the face could offer, so what's wrong with letting Roland take advantage of her a little?

It was Roland who seemed genuinely angry, which was the real headache.

Ms. Tree chuckled dryly, scratched her head, and apologized to Roland.

"Sorry, I went too far with the joke just now. I'll be more mindful of the occasion next time."

"Let's hurry up and prepare for the ceremony."

……

It was afternoon.

The number of people attending the funeral was not large; it mainly consisted of management members who had passed the succubus loyalty test within the group, as well as all the beast girls.

The loyalty of the beast girls is beyond question.

The fact that there were zero recruits already says it all.

His sincere heart is as clear as heaven and earth, as evident as the sun and moon.

The employees formed an orderly line and walked towards the greenhouse.

This is the order and habit they have developed in the Roland Group, and it is also a rule that Roland has repeatedly emphasized. Now it has greatly reduced the difficulty of organization and made all arrangements proceed in an orderly manner.

Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate. The old port area, which was sunny in the morning, was covered by thick dark clouds in the afternoon, making the sky as dark as dusk.

Accompanied by the rumble of thunder, spring raindrops pattered on the ground, splashing up tiny droplets.

Although spring rain is as precious as oil, today's rain brought no joy, but instead added to the sadness of some employees.

Especially the disabled animal girls who are either helped up or carried on the backs of their companions.

Before they even arrived at the funeral venue, they began to sob softly.

Once everyone was standing in the harvested wheat field, Roland let out a barely perceptible sigh.

Standing at the very front are naturally the most severely disabled beast girl victims.

At a glance, even two or three of them together couldn't form a single healthy beast girl, demonstrating the extent of their abuse.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and the patterns of the amplification magic lit up slightly, along with an icon on the system panel.

[Incendiary Speech]

"To the loyal employees of the Roland Group, I am Roland Kane, the High Sister of New Sprouts Church, and also the head of the Group."

"The Roland Group's business enemies, the Seven Points Opening under the leadership of the Tiger-man nobles, have subjected our brothers and sisters to inhumane abuse. They are even involved in the previous famine in the Old Port District."

Roland paused for a few seconds, looked around at the silent crowd, and clenched her hands in front of her chest.

"They not only harmed orcs, but also humans, trampling every penniless and unarmed poor person under their feet and acting recklessly."

"Today we remember the people who perished in the famine, and we also remember the orcs who were slaughtered."

"Let us return our brothers and sisters to dust, dust to dust, ashes to ashes. May they rest in peace, and may there be no more toil or hunger from now on."

May the God of Light protect us!

Roland's last sentence used the standard prayer of the Church of Light.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Roland is still the High Nun of the Church of Light, and her Roland Group belongs to the Church of Light's camp.

However, just as everyone was preparing to pray with Roland, a discordant voice appeared.

A green-haired catgirl, missing all four limbs, was held in the arms of a fellow countrywoman, her eyes red-rimmed, and she cried out loudly.

"May Lady Roland bless you!"

The voice was so loud that it was even a little hoarse, which surprised the others present.

The scene fell silent once again.

This statement acted as a fuse, slowly spreading into people's hearts over time.

Those who were able to attend the funeral were all the most loyal employees of the Roland Group, who had received great favors from Roland.

For human employees.

It was Lady Roland who provided them with stable jobs, warm shelter, and clean hot water when they were starving, freezing, and homeless.

There's also the juicy, piping hot crab burger.

All of this was a treatment they had never even dreamed of in their entire lives.

They gained dignity and a decent life.

He wouldn't have to abandon his seriously ill mother, send his sister, whom he couldn't support, to a brothel, or watch helplessly as his wife was forced to sell her body to supplement the family income.

For orc employees

Loran is the only sun among the weak orcs on this land of the Empire.

Cats, rabbits, rats, beavers... these inferior races, who have suffered endless humiliation, have been bullied from the south to the north, and no one is willing to treat them kindly.

They will only treat them as living expendable resources, using their lives to fill wealth gaps.

Only Lady Roland cares whether they eat well or are warmly dressed.

They care about their lives and feel saddened by what happened to them.

All of this was not given by any God of Light, but by the High Nun of the Roland Group.

—It was Roland Kane who gave them all of this!

People's thoughts spread in the silent silence.

Gradually, the atmosphere changed.

First, another disabled beast girl at the front of the line shouted at the top of her lungs.

"May Lady Roland bless you!"

"May we be free from toil and hunger!"

Once there's a second one, then a third, a fourth...

The words of prayer spread through the crowd, and people began to muster their courage and utter prayers that were considered outrageous in this era.

Some people even had their calves trembling, but they still stood tall and shouted.

In an era when gods could manifest themselves before humans, they placed a mortal on a seat equal to that of the gods.

Finally, everyone's voices overlapped and merged into a unified statement.

"May Lady Roland bless you! Roland!"

Roland was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time before she immediately came to her senses.

She quickly and discreetly lowered her head to look at her chest.

Between the two large white rabbits, the tiny lady tree peeked out, looking out through the lace of her dress, her little mouth slightly open.

She was also deeply impressed by the cohesion and unity that Roland demonstrated.

Roland quickly shook her chest to bring Ms. Tree back to her senses, then whispered.

"Miss Tree, stop daydreaming! Quickly think of a way to shield the greenhouse from what's happening inside."

"It wouldn't be good if those outsiders found out. That would be disrespectful to the gods, and they could easily find fault with us!"

Ms. Little Tree was so dizzy from the light that she felt like her head had turned into a big meat bun, and she quickly spoke up.

"I...I understand, please stop shaking me, I'm getting dizzy from the milk."

"I'll use a simple [Birth of the Tree Realm] to cover the greenhouse. Now that I have divine power, the effect is pretty good, so don't be so nervous."

Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She waited until the crowd calmed down before proceeding to the next step of the process.

She took out thirty-five wooden boxes, representing the thirty-five beast girls who tragically perished in the last moments before dawn.

She opened them one by one, revealing the true appearance of the things inside.

Thirty-five lifelike animal girl figurines, capturing the healthiest and happiest moment of their lives.

These are their ashes.