Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

P.S.: I made some changes at the end of the previous chapter. Please don't use violence in your parenting.

Two days have passed.

MaiMai the cat joined the church.

Relying on the social skills honed from opening at 7 a.m., he quickly became familiar with everyone in the church.

Although the maids of the beast girl race were not particularly fond of her, some of them even saw her all the time.

But the overall atmosphere was relatively good; at least no one started hitting anyone right away.

As for Coco the cat, she eventually accepted her sister.

After all, back then, without the Royal Group's capital, the beastmen couldn't have survived at all.

Going to open at seven o'clock is indeed a way of life.

As for the disabled beast girls, they were temporarily kept in the side buildings on both sides of the church.

Roland was somewhat troubled by their employment issues.

There are more than 200 disabled people, half of whom are severely disabled.

Some even lost all four limbs and became Hakishi, unable to move without the embrace of their companions.

These are beast girls with almost no labor capacity and cannot participate in any of the Roland Group's industries.

Of course, Roland would never abandon them.

Leaving aside sympathy, let's just talk about interests.

That amount of faith points, nearly ten times that of an ordinary person, was enough for Roland to support them for a lifetime.

If in the future a powerful team of healing superhumans can be found to heal these catgirls using limb regeneration magic, then they will be the most loyal employees and managers.

They could even be warriors fighting for Roland.

But it's unrealistic to expect them to be cured right now.

To prevent these disabled beast girls from developing mental illnesses, Roland decided to find them something to do.

Fortunately, after a morning of deep thought, Roland finally came up with an idea while sitting behind her desk.

That is to have the disabled catgirls assist Ms. Ox-Horse Tree in handling government affairs.

Nightingale looked surprised at Roland's decision.

"Miss Roland, are you sure you want them to handle the group's administrative work in the Sky Garden?"

Roland nodded seriously and wrote a line of text on the paper with a quill pen.

Educational level.

She explained to the nightingale.

"These disabled catgirls have been trained to open at 7 o'clock, although it's mostly about things that are hard to talk about."

"But in order to enable them to interact with the nobles and to gather intelligence, they would be taught some cultural knowledge when the store opened at seven o'clock."

"At least they should be literate, which makes them a little more educated than employees from the slums."

Roland paused for a moment, then continued.

"Moreover, and most importantly, they possess the purest loyalty, and I feel very comfortable entrusting some government affairs to them."

She spoke with a touch of emotion, leaning back on the sofa and looking at the ceiling.

"In politics, the most important thing is loyalty."

The nightingale pondered for a moment, then revealed an expression of deep agreement.

However, Roland's idea was good.

However, these catgirls still have a serious problem that has not yet been solved.

That's the addictive magic potion that opens at seven o'clock.

And today, the first case of a beast girl experiencing withdrawal symptoms has appeared.

……

The first floor of the church.

Roland's expression was serious, and Jenny, who was holding the report documents, stood in front of her.

Jenny has now shed her former country girl image.

She wore a pure white shirt on her upper body and a dark long skirt on her lower body.

Her legs were encased in black stockings, and she wore a pair of leather high heels—a standard secretary's outfit.

If you ignore the occasional hint of a country bumpkin's demeanor, she looks exactly like a sophisticated urban professional.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Roland went straight to the point.

"Jenny, where are the beast girls experiencing withdrawal symptoms?"

Jenny answered immediately.

"Miss Roland, we brought it under control immediately when it started, and she was very cooperative, so we didn't have to use much effort."

"But to minimize the impact on the group, we've already moved her to the basement. Please follow me."

She took the lead and walked ahead to guide Roland.

The two descended the stairs and arrived at a magnificent door.

Opening the door reveals a corridor resembling that of the Earth Hotel.

The corridor is spacious, and on the left there is a living room equipped with a sofa, coffee table, and plenty of snacks.

It is said that the construction team built it according to the basement of Pink Harbor, and Roland expressed strong doubts about the purpose of this basement.

I always felt that its real purpose wasn't imprisonment and confinement, but rather to play some kind of shady game.

Before today, only six tentacle monster girls lived here.

These six girls appeared when Roland was fighting the cult necromancer. They exuded an aura of the abyss and didn't seem like good people.

She was wearing a skirt with wriggling tentacles, and she was neither a good person nor a decent person.

Originally, Roland planned to eliminate them on the spot, but these six tentacle monster girls inexplicably surrendered and even affectionately called her "husband".

After confirming they were harmless, Roland had no choice but to place them in the church's basement.

And now, the basement has welcomed new residents.

A green-haired catgirl without limbs.

In a beautifully decorated and comfortable room, the green-haired catgirl lay on the bed, her voice switching between sobbing and howling, like a frantic mental patient.

"Waaaaah, give me a potion! I really want to drink a potion!"

"Sister, it feels like ants are crawling all over my body. Please give me a sip of the potion, just the last sip."

Please!!!

The green-haired catgirl screamed hoarsely, blood seeping from between her clenched teeth, her eyes bloodshot, looking like a wild beast about to devour someone.

She had lost all trace of her former kindness; now she was nothing more than a drug addict who had lost her mind, neither cat nor ghost.

The companion sitting beside the bed was in tears, but there was nothing she could do but watch the green-haired catgirl struggle on the bed.

Fortunately, the green-haired catgirl had already lost her limbs and could only roll around among the blankets like a maggot.

Apart from that, she was unable to do anything else; at most, she would keep banging her head against the pillow.

If it were a catgirl with all four limbs intact, she would probably have already started self-harming by now, or even gone berserk and hissing at people.

This is what Roland saw when she came in.

When his companion by the bed saw that it was Roland who had come to visit, he hurriedly got up and bowed deeply to her.

"Lady Roland!"

"No need for formalities."

Roland casually replied, surprised by the 1.5 cats in front of her.

If she remembered correctly, the two were acquaintances.

The green-haired catgirl struggling in bed was the first catgirl to lead the chant of "May Lady Roland bless us" at the funeral; her name seemed to be Mint.

The catgirl companion by the bedside is Mint's friend Patty.

She is a work team leader in the Roland Group greenhouse, responsible for managing wheat field A-03.

The reason Roland remembers it so clearly is because Patty was the first greenhouse employee to report that she had been turned.

Roland still remembered that there was a photo in her spatial ring that she used to threaten and subvert others.

Recalling this incident, Roland activated her spatial ring with magic and took out the photograph.

The catgirl in the photo is Mint, the green-haired catgirl who is struggling in bed due to withdrawal symptoms from the potion.

In the photo, aristocratic guests are using an addictive potion to force Mint to behave in a subservient manner.

Mint could only wriggle on the floor with her remaining limbs, whimpering in a crying voice.

They have no dignity whatsoever.

Not only Mint, but most of the other beast girls who fled were forced to take addictive potions that opened at 7 o'clock.

Three months ago, the tiger-headed thugs, who opened at seven o'clock, tried to improve the learning efficiency of the beast girls by beatings and addictive magic drugs.

These beast girls, as losers, did not pass the test, but they undoubtedly drank the addictive potion.

Because of this problem, even if Roland cured their disabilities, she wouldn't dare put them on the job.

Roland felt she was in a difficult situation.

This thing is not easy to cure. You can't just kill the person like you did with the cat MaiMai, and then use a resurrection spell and milk to bring them back to life, right?

That cost would be terrifying.