Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Jenny's arrival caused Nightingale to withdraw her hands.

Although she was indeed carefully stroking the fox's tail, massage is something that inevitably involves some bumps and scrapes.

Especially since the fox clan's tails are located on their tailbone, they can easily bump their buttocks if they're not careful.

Well, in any case, she has received her payment.

Roland has gotten used to her touch and will no longer cling to her tail like a precious treasure, refusing to let anyone touch her except the little girl in the church.

The nightingale rose gracefully to answer Jenny's question.

Good morning, Miss Jenny.

"I was just grooming Miss Roland's tail. She rested on the sofa for a little while, and I'll wake her up now."

When Roland wasn't in the bedroom, she slept lightly and woke up quickly.

After taking a short break to wash up, Roland returned to work.

She stared at Jenny, who was dressed in a well-fitting long dress, and was slightly dazed.

Jenny, who once struggled alone with young Renee in the slums, has now demonstrated remarkable business potential, managing the group's businesses in an orderly manner.

She became a composed female CEO.

If people didn't know Jenny's background, most would probably think of her as a noblewoman from the capital, beautiful, intelligent, and elegant.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise of having magical, special products for maintenance.

Although Jenny's magical talent was terrible, Roland wouldn't let her own people suffer. She provided maximum training resources and didn't even consider the cost of gold coins.

Otherwise, given the current overworked state of the Roland Group's management, Jenny would probably just become a regrettable, overworked workhorse with heavy eye bags.

Jenny didn't wait for Roland to speak before reaching out to greet her.

"Good morning, Miss Roland."

"I heard from Miss Nightingale that you worked overtime until late last night and could only rest on the sofa."

"You've worked hard."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but look at the swaying fox tail behind Roland.

She wasn't jealous of Nightingale's actions that morning.

In her mind, Roland was more like the eldest sister in the family. She brought her and her sister Renee out of the slums and provided them with a safe and warm life.

However, sometimes Roland's temperament is so tolerant that it makes people want to call her "Mom".

Jenny was at most a little envious of Nightingale, who was able to pet the fox.

Ever since Caryl returned and gave Roland a hard time, Roland has refused to let anyone touch the fox's tail.

After so many days, she couldn't help but miss the days when she could casually pet foxes.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Roland noticed Jenny's gaze.

Upon inquiry, she learned that Jenny had caught her during her massage that morning, which made her feel somewhat embarrassed.

"Jenny, that was just Nightingale using the fox clan's methods to help me relieve fatigue. Don't misunderstand."

Jenny was completely confused.

"I didn't misunderstand. Miss Nightingale explained it to me."

You believed it after I explained it to you?

Wow, what an innocent girl! If it were someone else, they'd probably suspect the maid and master of having an affair.

This kind of thing is very common in this era, and is even tacitly accepted.

It is said that when the construction team on Xinya Street first expanded the church, there was a secret passage in the annex connecting to the main church building, which was to facilitate the affair of the owner, Roland.

Jenny's answer made Roland feel ashamed of her own filthy thoughts, so she had to change the subject.

"Then why do you keep wearing my tail?"

Jenny lowered her head in embarrassment.

"I just haven't touched it in a long time, and I miss the old days a bit."

That's it?

Roland suddenly realized.

To be honest, Jenny has been very busy with management work lately, or more accurately, she's been carrying a heavy workload and hasn't had a proper interaction with me in a long time.

It should be noted that, in terms of seniority, Jenny is the most senior employee of the Roland Group, and the group's first employee.

She was still the kind of person who, in the early days of the company, was the chief employee of the big boss, Renee's sister, and the second-in-command child laborer—a model of impeccable revolutionary credentials.

But now, Jenny is even a little hesitant to ask to touch the fox's tail.

Alas, it was she who neglected Miss Jenny.

Roland quickly pulled Jenny down to sit, and, as if to curry favor, grabbed her own tail and handed it to Jenny, saying with a smile.

"You could have just told me about this little thing. We're brothers who've been through thick and thin together. There's no need for us to be so formal."

"Quick, touch it. Ever since I got the bloodline item from the dead tiger's head, this big tail feels several times better. It's so comfortable to stroke."

"You can touch it whenever you want from now on."

Jenny sat down next to Roland, and before she could react, she was stuffed with a handful of fluffy things.

The scent of citrus lingered around her nose, filling her heart with emotion and bringing tears to her eyes.

"Thank you, Miss Roland, you're so kind to me."

Roland couldn't stand this kind of simple village girl's gratitude. Jenny was so moved by such a small favor, it was too easy for her to feel guilty.

She wagged her tail as much as possible to cooperate with Jenny's stroking, and took Jenny's wooden basket with both hands.

"Jenny, tell me about the new products from the spice factory right here, so you can pet my tail too."

Jenny nodded and returned to the main topic of work.

She freed one hand and took out the sample from the basket.

There were two glass jars and a flat, rectangular tin can about the size of a palm.

"Miss Roland, the two glass bottles on the left contain sauces produced by the spice factory."

"They come in two flavors: spicy cumin and devilish Sichuan peppercorn chili sauce, both packaged in glass jars."

Roland nodded.

She had already tried the former and found it quite delicious, so the latter must be good as well.

She looked curiously at the tin can next to her.

"Jenny, what's inside this tin can?"

Upon hearing this, Jenny released Roland's tail, picked up the tin can, and opened it with the prepared can opener.

Immediately, the fragrant and familiar scent made Roland's eyes light up.

Jenny said.

"This is the factory-produced version of the spicy strips you requested, and the workers have already made it."