Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

After Roland issued the order for an internal investigation, the newly established Tribunal immediately sprang into action.

Although the department doesn't have many members, the beast girls equipped with tentacle maid outfits are already at the apprentice level in terms of strength.

Moreover, seemingly due to their disabilities, these beast girls easily adapted to the manipulation of tentacles, even becoming more agile than their original limbs.

After all, the white-and-gold tentacles provided by Roland could be long or short, big or small, flexible and free.

As the beast girls became more skilled and adept at using their abilities, they developed operations that even Roland, their original mother, couldn't have imagined.

The most intuitive way is to use tentacles to climb and move silently, just like Spider-Man, without generating any magical fluctuations in the process.

It's perfect for stalking and spying.

There were also things like color-changing mimicry, the advantage of multi-limb combat, and comforting compatriots burning with desire, which made Roland marvel at the rich imagination of people from another world.

The development of these capabilities has further enhanced the overall operational effectiveness of the trial panel members.

Within a week, the entire management team of the group was investigated.

The cleanup operation officially began on a rainy night.

At eight o'clock, most employees are at home having lunch and resting. Due to the heavy rain, there are almost no people on the streets.

At that moment, several groups suddenly emerged from the central church garden, their footsteps overlapping.

These teams were led by members of the Inquisition, followed by nuns and maids from the church, and assisted by low-ranking succubi.

The entire squad, shrouded in thick waterproof cloaks, quickly moved away from the central church and then silently disappeared into the rainy night.

Soon, some discordant noises arose in the upscale residential area of ​​the Roland Group.

Buckle up!

"Who is it, knocking on the door so late?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Edmund? We are the maintenance team from the hot water workshop, here to check the heating pipes."

"Oh, so you're here to check the pipes. Please come in..."

Immediately afterwards, the harmonious voices of communication turned into panicked shouts.

"Who are you? You're not the maintenance crew! I'm calling the sheriff!"

"Don't waste your energy, Edmond Pete. You are suspected of stealing information and recipes from the Krusty Krab factory, colluding with external forces, embezzling and accepting bribes, falsifying financial statements, sexually harassing subordinate beast girls, instigating factional struggles within management, stirring up conflicts between beast girls and human employees, smuggling Krusty Krab products, interfering in the internal affairs of the new factory, interfering with the promotion of lower-level positions, and assisting external forces in turning employees against their cause..."

The beast girl in the courtroom spoke rapidly, rattling off a string of crimes from her small mouth, which terrified the middle-aged, down-on-his-luck nobleman who opened the door, turning his face pale with fright.

The middle-aged, impoverished nobleman reached out to slam the door shut, but just as it was about to close, a white tentacle with gold markings blocked the doorway.

Immediately, a tremendous force struck him, knocking him back several steps.

Before he could even scream, several more tentacles shot out, binding him tightly. The toxins on them seeped in and began to paralyze him.

Seeing that the situation was beyond repair, the middle-aged, down-on-his-luck nobleman gritted his teeth and tried to activate the magical items hidden on his body.

In that instant, the succubus's mind magic and the church maid's flash magic struck simultaneously, completely shattering his ability to resist.

Seeing that the fallen nobleman was powerless to move, the beastwoman in the courtroom expressionlessly controlled her tentacles to drag him outwards.

At the same time, she separated a tentacle, curled up a quill pen, and wrote a new line of text on the arrest warrant.

"New offenses: violently resisting arrest, attacking central church administrators, and attempting treason."

This scenario is unfolding throughout the upscale residential area.

Roland was not in the central church at this moment, but standing under a big tree in the center of the greenhouse, looking at the glass tombstone that resembled a display case for figurines.

She held a portrait in her hand, which was reconstructed based on Oxter's interrogation a few days earlier.

It is said that the catgirl in the portrait is the ghost he saw in the greenhouse, who even punched him, causing him severe headaches and mental confusion.

Roland's gaze darted back and forth between the portrait and the figurines in the tombstone, and she couldn't help but say something.

"Yes, it looks just like it, very much like it."

"No, it's not just similar, it's exactly the same."

Roland raised the portrait in her hand and placed it next to a figurine of a beast girl's ashes, who was holding wheat and grinning foolishly.

With such a direct comparison, anyone who comes here can see that the catgirl in the portrait is the deceased, whose ashes have been turned into figurines.

Oh no, the greenhouse is really haunted now.

Roland instinctively took a few steps back, but her plump buttocks bumped directly into Renee behind her.

The little guy held onto his big bottom with both hands to keep his balance and avoid falling directly onto the grass.

Roland realized her mistake and immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry, Renee, I didn't mean to bump into you."

Renee then realized what was happening, and withdrew her hands behind her back as if she had been electrocuted, revealing an awkward but polite smile.

"Haha, thank you... oh wait, no."

"I mean it's okay."

Rene savored the amazingly soft touch that lingered in her palm, then looked up at the ashes figurine in the glass tombstone, bringing the conversation back to what had just happened.

As a former great sage of the Church of Anmian, she had unique insights into cemetery management.

She'd seen far too many ghost stories, especially of this kind.

So she guessed.

"Sister Roland, is it possible that the souls of these beast girls who perished didn't disappear, but instead became something like earthbound spirits?"

"A bound spirit?"

Roland pondered, and information about earthbound spirits from books automatically surfaced in her mind.

Earthbound spirit.

It refers to a soul that clings to objects that the deceased had a connection with during their lifetime, relying on its obsession to forcefully remain.

Generally speaking, the closer the connection between the object and the deceased, the deeper the obsession, and the stronger the soul in life, the higher the possibility of forming a bound spirit.

The beast girls who perished, though they had no magical cultivation in life, possessed soul strength at the level of ordinary people.

But the items in front of me are figurines made from their ashes!

What other thing has a connection as close as this? It even depicts the appearance so vividly.

From a mystical perspective, this practice also significantly reduces the difficulty of possession, by at least five percentage points!

The more Roland thought about it, the more she realized that Renee's words made sense.

She raised her hand, and magic flowed into the spatial ring on her finger, from which she took out a magic scroll.

[Spiritual Perception]

As the name suggests, this magic scroll is used to detect soul entities, allowing the user to directly see the soul.

Roland's magic flowed into the scroll, and the pattern on the scroll shimmered with a serene light before quickly burning into ashes.

She felt her vision was slightly tinged with blue, and the surrounding environment became somewhat gloomy.

She looked around, even using magic to enhance her perception, but still couldn't find any trace of a soul.

"Uh, did I make a mistake? It seems it's not a bound spirit."

Roland said helplessly, feeling regretful for the magic scroll worth fifty gold coins.

Renee, who was standing nearby, also secretly used her soul perception as an immortal witch, but to no avail.

After hesitating for a long time, Roland finally broke the silence.

"Never mind, I'll go back and ask Ms. Shu if there are any better detection methods. This matter isn't too urgent."

"According to the interrogation testimony, the catgirl's spirit has been trying to capture and report Oxter's theft, and is on our side."

Upon hearing this, Renee's expression became even more puzzled.

As far as she knew, even if an ordinary person's soul was preserved, their mind would be mostly lost.

During the interrogation, Ernest described him as no different from a normal person, even describing him as having an incredibly rich range of emotions.

That's not very common.

It can't possibly turn into something like a heroic spirit, can it?

But the beast girls don't believe in the God of Light, so they have no way to transform.

Just as Renee was deep in thought, a figure quickly approached Roland.

The figure stopped two meters away, reached out and lifted the hood of the waterproof cloak; it was Cat Mai Mai.

Roland's eyes lit up immediately.

"MaiMai, is there any result from the operation? How is it going?"

Upon hearing this, MaiMai nodded earnestly in reply.

"Miss Roland, the operation has been successfully completed."

As she spoke, MaiMai's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"The specific situation... might make you a little unhappy."