Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Thinking about the trio of Caryl and her companions who went to find some "method to resurrect the goddess," Roland started counting the days on her fingers.

Caryl and her two companions left the capital in mid-December of last year and went to the Dark Underground.

It's already spring, and this business trip has lasted almost half a year. Because of the poor communication capabilities, there's been no news, and I don't know when I'll be able to return.

Roland felt a little melancholy, and her movements as she cut the steak slowed down considerably.

The nightingale noticed the change in Roland's mood and leaned closer to her.

"Miss Roland, are you worried about Carrie?"

Roland nodded.

"Yes, anyone would worry about being away on a business trip for so long, it's been almost half a year."

The nightingale was stunned by what she heard.

"Is half a year a long time?"

Roland was also stunned. She stopped using her knife and fork, turned to look at Nightingale standing beside her, and looked quite puzzled.

"Half a year, isn't that a long time?"

Nightingale then remembered that the High Nun of the New Sprout Street Church in front of her was just a human noblewoman in her early twenties.

For someone in their twenties, six months is indeed a considerable amount of time.

So she explained to Roland.

"Miss Roland, even low-level succubi have a lifespan of at least two hundred years, and with their magical cultivation, their lifespan will increase even further."

"To be honest, six months is not a long time for us."

Nightingale paused, glanced at Roland's face, and spoke in a tone like an elder instructing a younger person.

"Miss Roland, you have now reached the intermediate level of magic power and have a long lifespan. You will gradually get used to it."

Roland pouted.

"It's not that you can't get used to it in a short time."

She hasn't been in this world for very long, and her current sense of time is still based on what she learned on Earth.

She even had a sense of unreality, as if she had somehow obtained the immortality that so many emperors throughout history had pursued.

I must say, it felt incredibly good.

This was also the biggest perk of her transmigration, and she couldn't help but thank the system's cheat code every time she thought about it.

Ten minutes later, Roland finished the steak that had been served.

It's still dark, around 4 a.m.

Roland decided to take a break. After spinning tops all night, she was exhausted, even if she wasn't physically tired.

However, she didn't plan to sleep for long; she would have to undergo an inspection of specific samples from the spice workshop as soon as it was light.

Now, all I need to do is curl up on the sofa and take a short nap.

She kicked off the fluffy slippers she wore at the office, shifted her backside onto the sofa, and gave the order to Nightingale.

"Nightingale, you should go and get some rest now. Thank you for keeping me company all night."

Seeing Roland's actions, the nightingale had a sudden inspiration, and its ears twitched.

"Miss Roland, would you like to take a nap on the sofa?"

"Yes, I'll only rest for an hour or two, then I won't go back to my bedroom."

"Why don't you just relax on the big sofa? I'll help you relieve your fatigue."

Roland was still twisting her body, preparing to lie down on the sofa, when she heard Nightingale's words and her toes covered in white silk couldn't help but twitch.

She was indeed a bit tired today, and was somewhat tempted by Nightingale's suggestion.

Although it's embarrassing, I have to say it works really well, and Roland has never tried having someone massage her while she's sleeping before.

It's said that it's incredibly comfortable to have a spa massage while sleeping, but I don't know if that's true or not.

Roland coughed twice to cover her embarrassment and answered casually.

"Thank you for your help... By the way, aren't you going to take a rest?"

Nightingale shook her head.

"Miss Roland, we dark elves are strictly speaking nocturnal creatures, so we're quite energetic right now."

Then, Roland got up and went to the rest area, where she lay down on the spacious sofa.

Nightingale sat at the tail end, with a jade bamboo wrapped in white silk on her lap, and used a special muscle relaxation technique from warrior training.

Previously, Roland would call Nightingale before going to sleep, but this was the first time she had massaged her while sleeping.

It can only be described as an enjoyment, full of the decadent and corrupt lifestyle of the petty bourgeoisie, and its main theme can be summed up in one word.

enjoy.

In modern society, you couldn't find such a beautiful maid to serve you even with a lantern.

Even if you find it with money, Earth doesn't have high-energy magic, so the effect would be at least halved, and in severe cases, less than 20% or 30%.

Roland quickly closed her big eyes, feeling drowsy.

At this moment, Nightingale, who had been working quietly, suddenly made a suggestion.

"Miss Roland, I've actually learned some new techniques recently, not only for warriors and superhumans, but also massage methods for certain races."

"Want to give it a try?"

As Nightingale spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly like a fox, observing Roland's expression.

Thinking about the books about the fox clan that I had been reading recently, my eyes kept wandering over Roland's happily swaying tail.

Roland was in a daze and didn't pay attention to what Nightingale was saying, so she agreed without thinking.

"Thank you, Nightingale, that's very kind of you."

"Then please turn over and lie on your back."

"OK."

Roland didn't even bother to open her eyes, and simply did as she was told, even grabbing a backrest pillow to prop up her chin.

Nightingale got up, moved a small stool to sit on the sofa, facing Roland's buttocks.

The fox's tail is not an extension, but an extension of the spine, formed from the coccyx, and therefore has a very dense concentration of sensory nerves.

In other words, it is extremely sensitive.

The nightingale's lips curled up slightly, and its wicked, mischievous hands slowly reached for its fluffy tail.

The next moment, Roland tensed up and stared at Nightingale with wide eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The nightingale looked serious and focused, gently stroking the feathers with both hands in the direction of their growth, while applying pressure to specific areas.

"Miss Roland, didn't I just say that this is a massage technique specifically for the fox clan? Didn't you say you wanted to try it?"

Roland recalled the conversation they had just had and was speechless.

In an instant, she recalled the humiliating scene of being dragged by the fox clan's tail and tortured by Caryl, and immediately wanted to escape from Nightingale's grasp.

How could the nightingale let the fox that was about to be caught fly away? She quickly offered words of comfort.

"Relax, Miss Roland."

"I'm not a malicious woman like Lady Caryl. These are legitimate relaxation techniques, ancestral skills passed down from the Southern Fox Clan. They're trustworthy!"

Fearing that Roland might change her mind, she quickened her pace.

The massage method, tailor-made for the fox clan, made Roland's brows relax.

"Hiss...it actually feels kind of good."

Upon receiving Roland's approval, the nightingale's long ears perked up slightly.

"Right, this is the correct way to display a fox's tail. What Lady Caryl did was simply torture for the fox clan."

"This is the kind of person you like, right?"

"Yes, I do like your type."

Roland's tense muscles began to relax, and the fox's tail became obedient and docile in Nightingale's hands.

But as she was talking, she felt something was off, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Hmm, it sounds like a confession of love.

To avoid embarrassment, she turned slightly and looked into Nightingale's eyes to add her explanation.

"What I mean is, your skills are amazing, much better than Carrie's."

However, her words delighted Nightingale, and although her expression remained unchanged, she worked even harder.

Before long, Roland couldn't help but squint her eyes and hum softly.

"Oh my, this big tail you made is absolutely perfect."

As the magic clock ticked, Roland, enjoying the bourgeois treatment of a gentleman, drifted off to sleep.

Several hours passed, and the sky brightened.

Miss Jenny, who was in charge of industrial operations, was the first to open her office door, carrying a wooden basket in her hand.

The basket contained the spice factory's new products, ready for Roland to see.

But the view inside the office was beyond Jenny's expectations.

Roland was fast asleep on the sofa, completely unsuspecting, her face rosy and alluring, with a sweet smile.

Meanwhile, the nightingale's wicked little hand was moving back and forth behind Roland.

Jenny was extremely embarrassed by the sight; the village girl couldn't bear to see such things, and hurriedly called out in a low voice.

"Miss Nightingale, what are you doing?!"