Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Today, Roland is wearing a nun's habit of asceticism produced by the system.

However, the design has been modified by Nightingale, with the skirt shortened and exquisite cutouts added above the slit.

You can glimpse the smooth white stockings, which reflect an alluring sheen under the light.

Her appearance was pleasing to the eye, and her gentle temperament made Oxter feel as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He recalled Roland's consistently gentle administrative methods, and a renewed desire to survive ignited in his eyes. He quickly lowered his head and tried to explain.

"Lady Roland, I was wrong!"

"I was just confused for a moment! It was all those tiger-headed bastards who tempted me with items that supposedly boosted my magical talent!"

He began to tearfully recount his accusations.

"Who could resist such temptation... Miss Roland, you are a noblewoman, you know the importance of talent."

"Without talent, even with noble blood, I can't enjoy the glory of nobility. I'll spend my whole life among the common people, never seeing any hope of advancement!"

"Lady Roland, I have always longed to share your glory as a true noble, and to serve the Empire and the Church with utmost loyalty!"

These words not only flattered him and raised the banner, but also revealed astonishing information about rare and precious materials.

If it were other traditional imperial nobles, it would inevitably resonate with them, and they would loosen their stance slightly.

By then, Oxter would likely escape punishment, but he should be able to get away with the death penalty.

Unfortunately, Roland was fully aware of the sublime crystallization that opened at seven o'clock.

Moreover, he was a true-blue Chinese transmigrator, and had no noble honor to resonate with.

Roland wanted to laugh when she heard this.

In fact, she had already laughed, her slender hand partially covering her mouth, emitting a silvery laugh.

"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"

"Mr. Euclid, now that you mention it, it seems your betrayal was ultimately unavoidable?"

"You are utterly shameless!"

"The treatment of our group's management is several times more respectable than that of a small aristocrat in the countryside."

"Under your command, there are dozens of people, including many strong and adorable beast girls. Their physical abilities are now comparable to those of elite village militia."

"Isn't the life you're living now enough for you to feel the glory of nobility?"

Oxter was taken aback by Roland's reaction and looked astonished, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Lady Roland, you are a nobleman of the capital, how could you say such a thing?!"

"How can these be considered the glory of nobility? The treatment I receive is something that even lowly peasants can achieve through hard work. It's nothing special."

When Oxter brought up this topic, it was as if a sensitive spot had been touched, and he instantly became agitated.

It was as if he wanted to pour out all the resentment and injustice he had been feeling for these past few days.

"Lady Roland! It's one thing for the local peasants from the capital to be like this."

"Why should those peasants, those stinking outsiders, those shabby orcs, be on equal footing with us?"

"Even many orcs hold higher positions than me, enjoy better housing and benefits, and can even dine at the Wheat Wave Restaurant—that kind of upscale place should be reserved for us nobles!"

Oxter raised his shackled wrists and slammed them onto the interrogation chair, his voice now filled with grievance.

"Lady Roland, these peasants have even started to disrespect us nobles. Some of them, because of their high positions, even dare to give us orders, showing no respect for hierarchy or etiquette whatsoever."

"In the long run, their reverence for the nobility will completely disappear, and eventually they won't even respect your noble bloodline!"

After listening to this long, heartfelt speech, Roland looked bewildered.

Who am I? Where am I?

How come this traitor who was arrested is now trying to persuade me, and even doing so with such a heartfelt and earnest expression?

Is that correct?

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Roland was some kind of incompetent leader who had destroyed the ancestral system.

Roland didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned her head to look at MaiMai beside her, trying to find out the orange cat girl's attitude towards these words.

Cat Mai Mai actually showed a worried expression. After noticing Roland's gaze, she lowered her head slightly, her cat ears bending down and sticking to her hair.

Roland: "???"

Not a buddy?

What are you feeling guilty about?

You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, do you really think Oxter's words make sense?

The senior positions in the group are there, and they are all filled by the most capable people. Isn't it normal for whoever is the best to take the job?

As for issuing orders to subordinates of noble status, or superiors leading their subordinates, what's so strange about that?

After thinking for a while, Roland finally realized what was going on.

It seems that her idea is abnormal.

In this world, the significance and importance of lineage far exceed that of Earth by dozens of times.

Because a powerful and noble bloodline not only signifies a noble status, but also powerful magical talent.

A powerful magical talent is equivalent to a long lifespan, and a higher level of magical cultivation are the core indicators in this dog-eat-dog world.

All of this laid an unshakable and solid foundation for the superiority of the nobility, which in turn influenced the system of etiquette and cultural traditions.

Therefore, MaiMai's guilty reaction is only natural.

Because within Roland's territory, the traditions of the nobility are being overthrown.

Then, she realized a huge problem and her expression changed drastically.

When the Roland Group was expanding, it had to recruit a group of impoverished nobles as management because the common people had extremely low levels of education and poor management skills.

Although they all passed the succubi's loyalty test at the time, people's hearts can change.

Especially in this environment unfriendly to the nobility, someone who sings praises to Roland today might start shuffling the group's assets tomorrow.

However, succubi can't be testing people's loyalty every day; they're busy too.

Roland's expression grew increasingly grim, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Damn it, they actually planted such a huge bomb within the company."

Cat Mai Mai keenly noticed that Roland's lips moved up and down for a moment, and immediately leaned down next to Roland's cheek.

"Miss Roland, is there anything I can do for you?"

When Roland heard the question, she looked up at the profile of the cat MaiMai.

To be fair, Cat Mai Mai isn't as pretty as Cat Coco. Perhaps it's because of her long-term work in club management that her face has become harsh.

Even when she flashes her standard smile, it gives you the feeling that "if you get too close, you'll get scratched by her claws."

However, this kind of temperament is very suitable for carrying out anti-revolutionary work.

Roland was relieved about her decision to establish the Tribunal, and she nodded.

"That's right, MaiMai, I do have an important task for you."

"Over the next period of time, I would like to secretly investigate all the managers within the group who have aristocratic backgrounds. I have some doubts about their loyalty."

"I have a feeling that there are more than one traitor like Oxter within the group."

Cat Mai Mai nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at Roland.

Without a doubt, Miss Roland stood on the side of her peasant employees.

Miss Roland, the great philanthropist, meow.

Opposite Roland, Oxter listened to all this with a look of utter horror on his face.

"Lady Roland, how could you do this!"

"Don't you care about the glory of our nobility? Are you going to betray your noble bloodline?"

"That's not allowed! You absolutely can't!"

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