Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Me? Drink the Bewitching Herb Potion?"

Marcus's eyes widened, and he stretched out his fat hand, waving it wildly, his tone hesitant and incoherent.

"How...how could that be? Drinking the Bewitching Herb Potion is a major taboo in our church! How could I, as a bishop, possibly drink something so addictive!"

"If His Highness Seraf found this, it would be a capital offense!"

Roland remained silent.

Does it mean that if I find out, it won't be a capital offense?

If you just report it to Serafie, it's still a one-stop shop for grilling, saving you the cremation step, and incidentally reducing carbon emissions while being environmentally friendly and natural.

Also, looking so flustered, who would believe she hadn't drunk the Bewitching Herb potion?

Roland felt disdain, and her gaze toward Marcus grew increasingly dangerous.

"Mr. Marcus, I suggest you tell the truth. Maybe I can help you."

"You've offered up your family's heirloom potion recipe today, isn't it all for the antidote to the Bewitching Herb potion?"

Marcus's breathing became rapid.

"Miss Roland, have you really developed an antidote for the Bewitching Herb potion?"

Roland tapped on the table.

"Let me answer my question first. You used to frequent the 7 PM opening shop, right? Did you drink the Bewitching Herb potion there?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Marcus denied it, but then his expression turned awkward.

"However... my two daughters have accidentally become addicted to the Bewitching Herb Potion."

"Miss Roland, if you truly possess an antidote, please save my descendants! I've finally found two exceptionally talented daughters; if they succumb to this potion, my family will be doomed!"

The moment Roland learned the truth, she connected many things to it.

"Isn't it more than just a family decline? What are your two daughters doing now?"

Marcus's expression changed drastically. After struggling internally for a moment, he finally spoke.

"My daughters are also nuns in the church, and now they serve as the dean of ceremonies and treasurers in the church I run."

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in handing over any more leverage to Roland. After all, he still has the mark of the deadly poison on his body, so he's not worried about having too many debts or too many lice.

Roland thought to herself, "Wow, that's awesome!"

Good heavens, not only is there the danger of having no offspring, but there is also the crisis of being beheaded.

If this were discovered by Seraphim or her Seraphim's Guard, they would be slapped with a host of accusations and would be freed in the fire that very night.

"Mr. Marcus, your two daughters are really... No wonder you entrusted me with the family heirloom potion. If it had been any later, I'm afraid Sister Serafie would have dragged you away to behead you."

Marcus, sweating profusely, nodded and bowed in agreement.

"Yes, yes, you're right."

"Miss Roland, I assure you that my two daughters are not bad people. They were both accidentally poisoned by the Bewitching Herb and were tricked by Seven O'Clock! Please, you must save them and don't tell His Highness Seraf."

Roland ignored Marcus's explanations; the matter was clear. She relaxed and sat back, leaning against the carriage sofa.

Nightingale immediately picked up the dried fruit and pastries on the table and took the prepared metal fork.

Just as Roland was about to take the fork from Nightingale, Nightingale picked up the dried fruit and snacks and held them to Roland's lips.

"Miss Roland, please have your meal."

Roland: "???"

Should we feed them like this?

Wouldn't that seem too arrogant?

It made her seem like some kind of smug, evil villain who had caught a good person red-handed.

"Ahem, never mind, I don't want to eat it anymore. Nightingale, you can eat it if you like."

Roland coughed awkwardly twice and looked at the uneasy Marcus.

"Mr. Marcus, I will provide the antidote to treat your two daughters' bewitching potion problem."

"But as you know, the antidote is of utmost importance. If this matter is exposed, my Roland Group will be in deep trouble, and your two daughters will probably have to become our people as well."

Marcus blushed with gratitude upon hearing Roland's reply and nodded hastily.

"I will make sure my daughters also receive the branding with this deadly poison! I am truly grateful for your help; I, ​​Marcus, will serve you like a slave for the rest of my life..."

He was genuinely grateful to Roland at that moment, since the reproductive rate of superhumans was already low.

His terrible magical talent was incredibly lucky to have given birth to two daughters who had the potential to advance to intermediate-level magic.

If he were to truly perish from the Bewitching Herb potion and become neither human nor ghost, he would never be able to close his eyes in peace after death.

Overwhelmed with excitement, words of praise for Roland flowed endlessly through my mind.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Roland was tired of hearing such meaningless words and immediately stopped Marcus from flattering her.

"Just keep it in mind."

"I have another question. How many aristocratic children in the church are in situations similar to your daughter's?"

Roland spoke with certainty.

"Don't tell me you don't know; this kind of thing can't possibly be an isolated case."

Marcus, having received Roland's assurance that his family had successfully landed, naturally no longer wanted to keep secrets for his fellow comrades and readily agreed.

"Miss Roland, Lady Roland."

"To be honest, among my few close friends, one or two of their descendants have drunk the Bewitching Herb potion. It's just that they all covered for each other, which is why His Highness Serafie didn't find out."

So many?

Roland was slightly surprised, but then she felt relieved.

The imperial nobles and playboys, if they go there too often when it opens at seven o'clock, they're more likely to drink the bewitching herb potion. That place isn't Pink Harbor.

Only places like Pink Harbor, which are ostensibly pink-themed businesses but are actually succubus restaurants, do not rely on various dangerous and prohibited items.

Then, a bold idea came to her.

"Mr. Marcus, you just mentioned that some of your friends also need the antidote for the bewitching herb."

"How trustworthy are these friends? Do they have any plans to join our Old Port District Alliance and make money together?"

Marcus instantly realized Roland's plan, and then chuckled dryly.

"Hehe, Miss Roland."

"Most of my friends... those comrades you met at the meeting, have already joined the Old Port Alliance."

Roland: "..."

Roland was speechless.

This is a real-life example of "birds of a feather flock together".

As expected, Marcus's friends are all pretty much the same kind of people—church bishops who are just coasting along.

No wonder Saintess Seraf complains all the time about how difficult it is to lead a team; with so many incompetent subordinates, how could it not be difficult?!

"Well, you can handle the matter of the antidote for the bewitching herb."

Roland gave the order to Marcus.

"If you're sure they're trustworthy and willing to agree to our terms to join us, then bring them to the Roland Group."

"I will provide comprehensive treatment."

As Roland spoke, she revealed a mysterious smile.

"Believe me, you won't regret joining our Roland Group."