Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

On the pews on the first floor of the church.

Jenny was worried about Roland's safety and secretly shed tears.

Renee savored the milk in the glass bottle, completely absorbed in it.

The maids stood around expressionlessly, fulfilling their duties of guarding.

Everyone is busy with their own things, and everyone has a bright future.

The harmony was broken when Princess Elizabeth, in her high heels, descended the stairs.

At this moment, she was beaming with joy, her pink tongue licking the corner of her mouth with lingering satisfaction.

Roland really pleased her.

It wasn't just her appearance that appealed to her.

That innate strength and resilience blends perfectly with the maternal instincts and gentleness that she reveals unintentionally.

While it gave her a sense of challenge, it also reminded her of her mother who had been very difficult to her when she was a child.

In her view, a true mother should be like Roland, strong yet gentle.

Moreover, Roland also possesses remarkable alchemical talent.

It was truly worth the precious [Steel Imprint] she used.

If it weren't for her recent collaboration with the Church of Light, Elizabeth would probably have snatched the person away directly instead of using the [Iron Brand] to gradually take her down.

But this already made her feel satisfied.

After all, her initial goal was to quell the public outcry and safety concerns surrounding the Zaun Magic Furnace.

As a result, the matter was almost resolved at the first stop, and they also won over such a nice girl.

As for the next step, it is to immediately head to Wayne Design Bureau to investigate the problem with the Zaunite Furnace.

After all, this concerns the empire's energy reform, and such a major oversight cannot be allowed... at least not this big.

As Elizabeth stepped onto the first floor, she saw an ordinary-looking gray-haired nun stand up nervously and plead with her:

"Your Highness, Miss Roland is a very kind person and has never done anything wrong. Please don't hurt her, please let her go!"

The nun was Jenny, who actually resented the group of guys who had captured Roland.

Even with her limited knowledge, she knew the true value of being an imperial princess, and could only plead for Roland in a humble manner.

Elizabeth's smile became even brighter.

"How could I possibly hurt Miss Roland? I cherish her dearly."

Elizabeth answered Jenny's question, but her mind was elsewhere.

Your beloved Miss Roland has already submitted to me, yet you now beg me for forgiveness.

This gave her a thrill, like she was cheating on someone else's wife.

And that lame little nun, she probably looks just as humiliated.

Elizabeth looked in Renee's direction, but froze.

Renee wasn't worried at all. She squinted her eyes, cupped her face in one hand, and was completely absorbed in the delicious taste of the Roland brand milk.

……

Renee was still enjoying the delicious taste and effects of the milk.

Especially the effects of milk, which only she could feel.

She retained a fragment of the Goddess of Death, becoming an immortal witch, which granted her the most powerful soul perception ability in the world.

Therefore, she understood the special properties of the stabilizing potion and the unknown milk earlier and more clearly than anyone else.

Magic, elemental power, soul power—the moment she drank the milk.

It's as if they've encountered a ruler, and everything becomes gentle and stable, easily mobilized and manipulated by her.

It's as if this seemingly ordinary bottle of milk is something of a higher level.

"No one understands the power of this bottle of milk better than I do. Everyone else is a fool. The most mysterious and valuable thing in this church is actually this unassuming bottle of milk in her hand."

"Including that seemingly arrogant little princess, haha... that clueless little girl, she's probably just grinning like an idiot because she got the formula..."

Renee thought smugly to herself, then looked up disdainfully toward the stairwell.

But instead, they met Elizabeth's red eyes.

Those eyes held doubt, confusion, and a deep curiosity.

Upon meeting Renée's disdainful gaze, his anger quickly turned into suppressed rage.

Renee suddenly had a bad feeling.

Damn it, she's still too weak. Her soul perception only covers her entire body, and she didn't notice that this arrogant princess had come down.

……

Elizabeth became very interested after her gaze fell on the lame little nun drinking milk.

If she remembered correctly, Roland seemed to be the two sisters' savior, and had kindly taken them in.

Then their relationship must be pretty good.

What kind of drink is so delicious that it could make this little nun forget the safety of her own people?

Just as she was about to go over and ask, the lame little nun came to her senses and cast a disdainful look at her.

His gaze was filled with arrogance, disdain, contempt, and deep contempt.

For so many years, no one has dared to show her such disdain!

It was the same little kid, about the same height as her.

This reminded her of her mother when she was young, and that damned older sister who always dominated her... Saintess Serafie Irina of the Church of Light.

Elizabeth suppressed her anger and walked over to Renee.

When Renee sensed something was wrong, she immediately switched to the innocent gaze of a child.

But Elizabeth wouldn't be fooled, and had her maid stop Jenny from rushing over.

Then he ignored Renee's pitiful look...

He snatched the milk from Renee's hand, corked it, and put it directly into his spatial ring.

You want to drink milk, right?

You look down on her, don't you?

If I can't handle that older sister who ran off to the neighboring country, I can certainly handle you, you little brat.

Elizabeth was satisfied as she watched Renee's face begin to flush and her eyes start to well up with tears.

He beckoned to the maid.

"Hmph! Let's go!"

Immediately, she was escorted by a large group of maids and guards to the carriage, which then sped away.

……

Jenny was still in shock.

"How was it? Was little Renee scared? Did that evil princess do anything to you?"

She supported her still somewhat dazed younger sister and asked anxiously.

That Princess Elizabeth was simply the most evil and wicked person she had ever met.

Not only did they bully Miss Roland, but they also went after her poor, lame sister.

Renee didn't provoke her; she was just obediently drinking her milk.

That was just ordinary milk. For a royal princess to steal milk from a child is utterly despicable!

Jenny pulled Renee into her arms and patted her back gently to comfort her.

……

Renee also came to her senses and looked at her empty right hand.

This is insane! A princess of the empire, stealing milk from a little child...

Why don't you just go out and snatch lollipops? You'd be even more impressive if you snatched them from every single kid on the street.

How can a mere mortal like a cricket appreciate the special qualities of milk? You're just grabbing it; you're really sick in the head.

Renee patted Jenny.

"Sister, I'm fine. That bad princess only stole my milk; she didn't do anything to me."

Jenny looked at her younger sister's flushed face with heartache and comforted her:

"It's okay, Renee, don't be sad. It's just milk. I'll buy you another bottle. You're not feeling well right now, so you really need to drink more milk."

Renee thought to herself, "This milk isn't something you can just buy anywhere. I'm afraid only Miss Roland has access to it."

"Sister, don't worry about me, I'm fine," she said, then urged Jenny.

"That wicked princess has left. Let's hurry up and go see Sister Roland."

Jenny nodded, picked up Renee, and headed upstairs.

The blonde nun, however, had already stepped down, her face flushed, and was supporting herself on the handrail.

"No need, I'm already down."

Roland gave an awkward smile, her legs feeling a little weak, but she still managed to maintain her composure.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I wasn't hurt."