Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland has now roughly figured it out.

The Church of Light and the Church of Iron God, these two allied churches, are also secretly competing to collect faith.

She was drawn into this competition.

And because she was branded with Elizabeth's "steel mark," she became a traitor.

According to Elizabeth, this type of sound pattern utilizes divine power, and once it is implanted, there is almost no possibility of erasing it.

So, that's her current identity.

Her primary identity is that of a candidate saintess of the Church of Light, and also a thief of faith.

Her second identity is that of a Saintess infiltrated by the Iron God Cult. That's right, Elizabeth is actually a Saintess of the Iron God Cult.

His third identity is that of the fifth prince, who rebelled to seize the throne, and a spy planted in the Church of Light.

Currently, the Church of Light is suffering a major defeat.

The so-called saintess election plan distracted the church too much, coupled with its weak influence within the empire.

They completely missed the opportunity to control Roland, a potential stock.

Roland is now caught in the middle of three forces.

Moreover, the Fifth Prince might have a church of unknown deities behind him.

After all, sound patterns were created using divine power.

Strangely, her body defied the limitations of the branding magic and simultaneously contained two brandings.

The only option now is to try to use the system to steal faith right under the noses of the three factions, while simultaneously using their resources to expand our own power.

This wave is called "Operation Three-Faced Slave's Comeback".

In a very short time, Roland had a rough idea of ​​the plan in her mind.

In reality, Elizabeth, seeing Roland's satisfied expression, also proudly raised her head.

"Now you understand how wise it was to side with me, right?"

As she spoke, she took out a golden card from her spatial ring and handed it to Roland.

"This card is a VIP card for Pink Harbor. They have many affiliated chambers of commerce and are considered a considerable force in the old port area."

"If you have any business needs, you can contact them. As for our interactions, although they may attract the attention of the Church of Light, I will help you resolve these minor troubles."

"After all, the Iron God Church still calls the shots in this part of the Empire."

After speaking, he patted the big orchid lightly.

This thing feels really good.

She immediately stood up.

Upon seeing this, the maid immediately bowed and straightened the wrinkles on Elizabeth's skirt, appearing extremely professional.

"Are you about to leave?" Roland asked.

"Of course, all my objectives have been achieved." Elizabeth waved the formula in her hand.

"I just didn't expect you to add non-magical materials to alchemy. That's a completely new approach, so I'll accept it without hesitation. I hope that next time I see you, you'll obediently call me master."

As he spoke, he activated some kind of magic.

The steel brand on Roland's back suddenly felt hot and itchy, giving her an urge to be hit.

"Stop it right now!"

Roland quickly stopped her.

Elizabeth didn't respond; instead, she tilted her chin up and went downstairs like a victorious rooster.

……

The first floor of the church.

Jenny and Renee were surrounded by several maids and could only sit on the bench, anxiously waiting for news from Roland.

Jenny: "What should we do? Miss Roland is screaming so pitifully, those damned nobles must have tortured her!"

"Waaaah, poor Miss Roland! She's so kind, why did she have to suffer such a terrible thing!"

Renee, standing to the side, maintained her aloof expression and tugged at her sister's clothes.

"Um... Sister, I don't think that counts as a scream. Sister Roland shouldn't have suffered too much damage."

Jenny wouldn't listen.

"How could this be? Miss Roland is screaming and gasping for breath; she must be in too much pain!"

"Waaaaah, if anything happens to Miss Roland, I'll fight them to the death!"

Renee looked at her sister speechlessly. Her sister was good in every way, except that she had a narrow vision and limited knowledge.

She looks exactly like a country girl... It seems like my sister was originally just an ordinary country girl.

As for worrying about Roland's safety, she wasn't too concerned.

Roland's potion formula has been changed to a general-purpose one.

Based on her observation, the ordinary stable potion was different from the original potion from a few days ago.

It has lost the ability to "tame" magic, allowing people to absorb and assimilate it, directly increasing their magical power.

As long as this remains undiscovered, Roland will not face any crisis.

For example, being locked in a dark room.

At most, they would be branded with a magical mark to force people to obey, which was quite common in the Church of Life back then.

Most people are helpless against this kind of brand.

But for a witch who also possesses divine power, it's quite simple.

Therefore, at this moment, Renee's mind was not on Roland, but on the bottle of milky white liquid in her hand.

This is the milk that Roland suddenly stuffed into her arms when she was helping Roland deliver materials today.

When Roland saw her limping up and down the hill, she felt extremely sorry for her and muttered, "Anyway, we won't need it," so she gave her a bottle.

They were saying something like, "Little girl, you need to drink more milk so you can grow taller quickly."

Sigh... she's such a kind-hearted little nun, but it's nice to be cared for.

But this so-called milk, how come she remembered it being an ingredient in the original stabilized potion?

Is this drinkable? Could it be due to the special effects of the original stable potion?

Various guesses popped into Renee's little mind, but even after searching through her memories as an immortal witch, she couldn't think of any similar alchemical materials.

Smelling the faint aroma of milk, she inexplicably lifted the lid and took a small sip.

Instantly, a rich, sweet milky aroma flooded her taste buds.

Too...too...too righteous.

What's going on? I feel every bit of magic in my body leaping with joy.

It wasn't a magical effect, but rather a direct increase in the efficiency of magic power, though so subtle that only she could perceive it.

This wasn't the most shocking thing for her. What was even more outrageous was that the sense of incongruity she felt due to her rebirth ability actually accelerated the process of eliminating it.

This is a defect caused by the mismatch between the soul and the body.

Logically speaking, this kind of problem can only be resolved gradually over time.

However, this bottle of milk changed that.

Although progress is still slow, it is undoubtedly much faster than waiting idly.

What kind of milk is this?

Its status is even above that of the soul and magic.

As the last sage of the Sleeping Church and an immortal witch, she was confused, as if her worldview had been shaken.

Wait a minute, isn't this rank what makes the original Stable Potion special?

It really was because of this bottle of milk!

Such materials, which can directly affect magic and the soul, are the lifelong pursuit of every alchemist.

She had to find out where this bottle of milk came from!