Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Spice Merchant Alliance?

Well, a bunch of spice dealers who were about to be squeezed out of business by Zilong Spicy Strips have unexpectedly gone and partnered with Bizan.

It's important to know that the spice factory's output is still slowly increasing, and the production lines are constantly being improved under the research of the dark elf Vina.

When the price of spicy strips continues to drop, and bottled spices suitable for the wealthy are launched, all those spice resellers will have to jump off buildings.

Not only did she not confront these people, but she also dared to spread rumors about her.

"It's like carrying a lantern to the toilet...looking for shit!"

"This is a good opportunity to make an example of them, so that they and the dead tiger won't continue to smear me. Letting rumors run rampant is not a good thing either."

"If rumors spread too much, ordinary people will inevitably believe them, which will have some negative impact on the group's development."

Roland made up her mind.

This time, we absolutely have to bring out the Church of Light to showcase the powerful background of the Roland Group and its treacherous criminal interest group.

If we don't teach these scoundrels a lesson, they'll never know what true evil forces are!

Within the Church of Light, Roland was considered a highly influential figure.

With the binding interests of the business alliance, the entertainment corruption of Pink Harbor, and the healing slime's therapeutic effect on the Bewitching Herb potion.

Half of the church's branch leaders already have vested interests with Roland.

These bishops, who were just drifting through life, were not only enjoying themselves in the Old Port Business Alliance and Pink Harbor, but they were also oblivious to the world around them.

Even their children and descendants sided with Roland.

The noble children, cured by the slime, were freed from the bewitching herb potion and returned to the right path in life.

These young nobles, who harbored resentment towards the 7 o'clock opening and held various administrative positions within the church, were undoubtedly sharp blades in Roland's hands.

After seeing off MaiMai and Jenny, Roland got up to leave.

Nightingale asked a question at the opportune moment.

"Miss Roland, do you have any travel plans?"

Roland nodded.

"Yes, before I take action against the Spice Merchants Alliance, I still need to inform Seraphim through Sister Thorn."

But after taking only a couple of steps, her thighs suddenly went weak, and she almost stumbled and fell over.

Nightingale stepped in front of Roland just in time, embracing the soft fox girl in her arms. Her full breasts blocked the impact, allowing Roland to enjoy the treatment of a face wash.

The expensive magical fabric was so thin that Roland's face perfectly felt the nightingale's body temperature, causing her to blush deeply.

She's not shy.

It's just my current state; I don't know why, but I'm a bit confused and infatuated, and I always want to flip my tail up and curl it upwards.

Now, enjoying the nightingale's beauty up close, I immediately caught a whiff of its delicate fragrance.

The nightingale has a very faint body odor.

Like the icy pine grass in the dark underground, its coolness conceals a subtle, almost imperceptible sweet fragrance, which the fox-like Roland can discern through her keen sense of smell.

Roland's breathing quickened slightly.

"Miss Roland, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Nightingale feigned complete ignorance, suppressing her triumphant smile.

She supported Roland's back with her left hand and gently supported Roland's hips with her right hand to stabilize Roland's balance.

Roland, feeling even more uncomfortable after being touched, quickly twisted her body to break free from Nightingale and stood up, turning her face to the side.

"Ahem, I slipped just now, thank you for helping me."

"Don't worry, I feel perfectly fine. I'm off now."

Nightingale frowned and pulled Roland back, her gaze sweeping over Roland's face and her unconsciously raised fox tail, revealing the fabric of her dress covering her buttocks.

"Miss Roland, you don't look like you're alright. To be honest, you look like... a fox spirit experiencing the stirrings of first love."

"Spring, the stirrings of first love? What are you talking about?!"

Roland's fox ears stood up straight, her tail was taut like a club, and her voice was so high-pitched that it was almost off-key.

"How could I possibly be in love? Nightingale, you've misunderstood."

Nightingale watched as Roland, who was showing such an adorable reaction for the first time, perked up her pointed ears on both sides, her eyes full of laughter.

She peered over Roland's shoulder to look at the tail behind her, examined it for a few seconds, and then said seriously.

"Miss Roland, you don't need to be shy."

"It is true that beast girls have a breeding season. When the fox girls in the group enter their breeding season, they behave similarly to you."

"Moreover, the timing is about right. Golden fox bloodlines generally breed in early summer, which corresponds to the sacrificial ceremony of the southern golden fox tribe."

Roland was stunned.

What? Orcs actually have a breeding season?

Are you kidding me? They've already taken human form and are still retaining their reproductive period. Shouldn't natural selection save them?

Oh, there's really no saving her. Recently, although Roland has been experiencing romantic feelings, her magic circulation speed has obviously increased, and her combat ability has obviously increased by 20%, making her quite formidable.

So it turns out I've entered my breeding season.

The doubts that had persisted for days were finally resolved, but Roland would never admit it, and instead forced herself to speak.

"I'm not a real golden fox; I'll retract my tail after a while."

"As for the so-called breeding season, that's utter nonsense."

Seeing Roland's desperate attempts to argue, Nightingale finally couldn't help but smile and instead of speaking, she bent down and leaned close to Roland's cheek.

The sudden closeness startled Roland.

"Nightingale, what are you trying to do?!"

"Miss Roland, I just want to say a few words to you."

The nightingale brought its lips close to Roland's human ear, opening and closing to make a soft sound.

"Actually, if you like, I can do lots and lots of fun things with you."

"After all, that's the custom among the imperial nobility; isn't that just the duty of a personal maid, my dear Mistress Roland?"

Wow...this is fun!?

How fun is it?

No, there's something wrong with the nightingale!

As if she had seen a ghost, Roland leaned back, trying to widen the distance between their faces.

The nightingale before me no longer had that icy expression on her face.

A subtle, ambiguous smile appeared on her usually cool and aloof face, like a frosty rose suddenly blooming in winter, exuding a stunning beauty.

Her wheat-colored skin seemed to have blushed, and a strand of white hair clung to the corner of her mouth.

The sight of the nightingale made Roland, who was in her breeding season, swallow hard.

Why is this dark elf maidservant on fire too?

Is this a case of "one who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black"?

After a brief moment of reflection, Roland reached out and pushed the nightingale aside, then sternly rebuked her.

"What are you bastardly muttering about, you naughty maid!"

"I am a righteous gentleman who would never stoop to associating with the corrupt imperial nobles. Your words are an insult to my pure and noble heart."

Roland gave a light snort, flicked her tail in disdain, put her hands behind her back, raised her chin, and walked out of the office.

"I'll take this as a joke this time, but don't let it happen again!"

Nightingale paused to watch Roland leave, her expression returning to its usual icy demeanor.

But his eyes were fixed on Roland's back, and he spoke in Roland's voice, his tone laced with a seductive hint as he reminded her.

"If you want to play games, remember to secretly call me at night... Master Roland~"

Roland paused for a moment, then quickened her pace to leave.

Behind her, the fox's tail was swaying, the tips of its white fur already tinged with a pinkish hue.