Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland was overjoyed to hear the news that the spice factory had officially started operating.

This sense of accomplishment from setting up a new factory is something I could never experience on Earth.

So she immediately ordered Nightingale to bring out the new product, Spicy Cumin Pork Ribs; she couldn't wait any longer.

She needs to undergo a screening.

While the maid Nightingale was downstairs to get food, Roland looked around to make sure no one was in the office, then mentally summoned the system panel.

"Beep, new skill logged in."

Roland manipulated the system cursor to move it, passing over various icons, and finally stopping on the core skill.

King of Joy

This is an old courtesan skill. It was renamed after the funeral, but the effect hasn't changed much and is still similar to the original.

There might be some enhancement, but Roland didn't feel anything.

However, what she wanted to see today wasn't that thing, but another skill connected by a white line, a new skill she had acquired last night.

【The Whip of Joy】

Roland fell silent the moment she saw the skill name.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Without a doubt, this is a new skill that was unlocked when the game launched last night and gave away hundreds of free draws.

Hmm, this system is still the same as always, it looks particularly unserious.

After some deliberation, Roland ultimately decided to spend her Faith Points to unlock the skill.

Because this skill is very inexpensive, costing only 5,000 faith points, she earns more in the time it takes her to sleep at night.

However, there's a reason why it's cheap. This skill is actually a proficiency mastery skill, and once activated, it will only allow Roland to master exquisite whip techniques.

Nothing else is provided.

This suited Roland's wishes perfectly.

Because she had been in this world for so long, and due to her busy official duties, she had never been able to master any combat weapons, which was a great embarrassment to the other transmigrators.

She learned the graceful swordplay and the increasingly powerful spear techniques without uttering a sound.

Now all they can do is carry a spiked club and smash people; how pathetic.

As the skill icons lit up, Roland felt a sense of clarity and her right hand itch.

Roland pursed her lips, estimated the time it would take for Nightingale to arrive, and bent down to open a drawer on her desk near the floor.

Then he pulled out a whip.

This whip is 1.6 meters long, and can be shortened as needed. The handle is made of the finest earth dragon (a low-level magical beast, not a real dragon) hide, and the joint is made of light gold metal with a pink gemstone inlaid in the center.

That's right, this is the magical weapon that Caryl left for Roland.

Unfortunately, Roland was completely unusable before this.

After all, you can't expect her, who uses a spiked club to hit people, to be proficient in using such a difficult weapon.

But it's different now.

As soon as Roland's hand grasped the whip handle, she felt as if the whip had become a part of her body, as easy as using her own arm.

Before her eyes appeared a vast pastoral landscape, with the blazing sun overhead, a juicy and sweet watermelon in her hand, and a cowboy hat on her head.

No, that shouldn't be it.

The image blurred for a moment.

Then, it was as if Roland had arrived at a pink harbor, where she saw rows of pretty succubi standing there, their buttocks sticking out as they looked at her.

This is even stranger, isn't it?

After a while, Roland came to her senses and gently swung the long whip in her hand. The tip of the whip could even lightly brush against the kettle on the coffee table without causing any damage.

His skills were so exquisite that he could be called a master even in the darkest underground places.

Great, finally I don't have to swing that spiked club at people anymore.

If enchanted with magic, it will leave a beautiful magical afterimage as it swings, making it look very cool.

Roland was completely captivated by his handsomeness, like a child who had just received a new toy, and for a moment she forgot about time.

When the office door opened, Nightingale came in carrying a tray, while Roland was smiling broadly as she brandished her long whip, testing the quality of her new skill.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were bright, and her chest rose and fell with her movements.

And most importantly, the long whip that flashes through the pink magical phantom as it is swung.

It looked like they were torturing an invisible female spy.

Nightingale's long ears suddenly turned red, and she trembled subconsciously, her calm tone tinged with a hint of shyness.

"Miss Roland, so this is the kind of thing you like."

"Actually, if you like, I can accompany you..."

Roland froze, her neck mechanically turning toward Nightingale, before she gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Nightingale, you've misunderstood. I've just learned a new whip technique and wanted to show it off."

The nightingale thought to herself, "I'm not happy about this."

Please, how could Miss Roland, who is completely clueless about weapons, possibly learn a whip technique in just one night?

But Nightingale kept a straight face and nodded seriously.

"I see, Miss Roland's technique is truly excellent!"

Roland's smile became slightly stiff.

No way, you nightingale didn't believe me at all.

Roland couldn't explain the system's abilities, so she could only endure the strange looks Nightingale occasionally gave her and begin her meal.

Fortunately, Nightingale quickly recovered and, maintaining the elegance of a head maid, lifted the lid on the plate, pushing the delicious spicy cumin pork chop in front of Roland.

"Miss Roland, please have a meal."

"The main ingredient of this pork chop is ordinary crab meat, which has been cleaned and purified to remove fishy smell and pollution. All the seasonings are products from a spice factory, so the cost is very low."

As the lid was lifted, a rich aroma wafted out.

Roland commented that it was in no way inferior to the taste of the dinner at the Little Noblemen's, and even more layered in flavor.

Cut off a piece of crab meat steak with a knife and fork, and the sauce locked inside will immediately overflow, making the aroma even more intense.

In this respect, the refined flavorings from spice factories have a higher penetration rate than natural flavorings due to the special nature of refined products, giving them an advantage in flavor infusion.

While the initial taste was somewhat disappointing, the flavor was absolutely superb.

The spiciness was just right, reminding her of life on Earth, and she was momentarily captivated.

"Laurence sighed."

"Ah, this sauce is really good. The spice factory will surely bring the group even greater glory."

"I can't help it," the nightingale said helplessly.

"Miss Roland, although the spice factory's products are excellent, it's unlikely that production will be able to increase in the short term."

Why?

Nightingale twitched her lips and reminded her.

"Miss Roland, the work at the spice factory is far more complex than at the Krusty Krab factory. Our employees' educational level needs improvement, and you just took over a new management team, so we're short-handed."

"Also, it takes time to convert the formula into a production line. There's no second sheep in the group."

Roland was already mentally prepared for the first difficulty.

But the second one made Roland feel a little melancholy.

"Sigh, it's been so long since I've seen that cowardly, silly succubus sheep. I miss him a little."

"Oh right, there's also Carrie, who ran away with us. I wonder when they'll be back."