Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Caryl enjoyed the softness in her hands while looking at the timid Roland with amusement.

"Don't worry, those gods aren't as omniscient and omnipotent as you imagine. They're probably all holed up in their divine kingdoms, too afraid to take a single step out."

Upon hearing this, Roland relaxed slightly.

Why are they afraid to come out?

"Who knows?" Kalil shrugged. "Anyway, that's how it was after we killed our goddess. Back then, I was just in charge of the city and writing breeding manuals, so I didn't know much."

"I still have no idea why I was able to successfully inherit a sliver of power."

……

Kalil then revealed some historical secrets, further confirming Roland's belief that the Church of Light was not a good person, before taking her leave.

"Although I really wanted to stay the night, because of your stabilizing potion, Princess Elizabeth and Pink Harbor have reached a new business agreement, and I have to go back to handle it."

Caryl looked regretfully at the large Roland on Roland's chest, then waved her hand and transformed into a black cat.

They disappeared into the night.

Roland, however, remained in place, deep in thought.

She suspected that the fact that the gods had retreated to their divine kingdom was hiding a huge secret.

Moreover, it must be closely related to faith, otherwise why would the orthodox churches be in such a hurry to collect faith?

Who knows, the power of faith, which was originally useless, might be developed into something new?

Just like her system.

But this makes collecting faith points even more difficult for her. Alas, her future seems bleak...

Even though he felt reassured after receiving Kalil's confession, he felt even more pressured.

"Let's drink some more to ease the tension."

Roland muttered to herself and staggered toward the door.

……

After several rounds of drinks...

"Waaaaah, it's so delicious~ Let me have some more... Waaaaah, I'm under so much pressure... Waaaaah."

This is Roland swimming on the sofa while drunk.

"Mom... Mom Roland, my sister and I have had such a hard life. You've finally come to save us."

This is Jenny nestled in Roland's arms, transformed into her junior, Wa.

Renee, standing to the side, watched the two drunken men with a speechless expression, helplessly cleaning up the mess in the living room.

As an immortal witch, her soul is extremely powerful, so she naturally wouldn't get drunk.

Thanks to Sister Torolain, after consuming that special alchemical material...

Without being discovered by the Church of Vulcan, the body could hold even more magic power, making cleaning up quite quick.

In about half an hour, she finished cleaning and took Jenny and Roland to their respective rooms.

Just as she was covering Roland with the blanket, the drunken high nun suddenly pulled her into her arms.

"Hehehe, little Renee, white and white, with two ears standing up..."

Renee was pulled down onto the bed, her face covered in large, soft flesh, leaving her somewhat bewildered.

"Sister Roland, you're drunk! Let me go!"

She tried to struggle, but Roland was already at the [Elementary Magic] level, and her small frame was naturally no match for her.

The little arms that were tumbling around annoyed Roland, who hugged her even tighter and slapped her bottom.

"Little Renee is being naughty. Oh, I know... Little Renee is hungry."

"Mommy will feed you now..."

Then, to Renee's horrified surprise, the course of events completely exceeded her nine hundred years of experience.

……

Who am I? Where am I?

Renee was somewhat dazed. She felt as if she were lying in her mother's arms, enjoying the most tender care, as if she were soaking in a top-quality hot spring with milk and roses, swimming freely.

When you're hungry or thirsty, you can quench your thirst anytime.

She had always been a church sage whom people relied on.

Later, the goddess fell, the church perished, and she was relentlessly hunted down throughout the long river of time.

It's been such a long time since I've felt the warmth and care of my mother.

"Mom..." Renee murmured absently as she lay in Roland's arms, but she quickly realized something was wrong.

His eyes then widened further, and his pupils dilated violently.

Wait, what am I doing?!

I, a dignified sage and immortal witch of nine hundred years, am actually feasting in the arms of a girl who is more than eight hundred years younger than me.

Renee ricocheted off Roland's arms and stood in front of the bed.

Her eyes held a mixture of shyness, shock, and utter terror, while her lips lingered with an intoxicating sweetness.

Good heavens! The special alchemical material she had been longing for actually came from the beautiful nun in front of her.

Now that she knows the secret, she feels no joy whatsoever.

Her mind was a complete mess, with a hint of excitement that she herself didn't even realize.

Given the current situation, if she wants to quickly heal the soul problems brought about by her rebirth, she must...

This is just too good to be true... No, how could I even think of that?

"Renée, Renée, how could you, a dignified nine-hundred-year-old sage, be so shameless? You're utterly shameless!"

Renee cursed herself under her breath, suppressing her emotions, and pretended to be calm as she tidied Roland's clothes and covered her with a blanket.

But looking at the sleeping Roland, it seemed as if angels and demons appeared beside her head.

"That's what the devil Renee said."

"Let's try again, since Miss Roland is sleeping so soundly anyway. She's so beautiful and so gentle, she's simply a gift from heaven."

"After being a sage for so many years, can't I even enjoy the warmth of maternal radiance?"

"Angel Renee said."

"Demon Renee is right, let's go!"

……

"No, no!" Renee exclaimed. "You absolutely can't get addicted to such perverted things!"

She slapped her cheeks hard, turned off the light, and ran at an astonishing speed with her limping little legs.

They fled the room as if running away.

……

The next morning, Roland woke up from her sleep.

I feel refreshed and invigorated.

Sure enough, my decision to drink a lot of [Elf Dragon Blood Brew] yesterday was the right one; I feel like the pressure and frustration in my chest have been released.

All I can say is that the magic drink is too powerful.

She even had the illusion that the weight on her chest had lessened, making her shoulders feel much lighter.

As you walk down to the second floor, you'll find a freshly cooked breakfast already laid out on the table in the rest area.

It's a simple sandwich and a bowl of oatmeal.

But the person cooking was different from usual; it wasn't Jenny, but Renee standing at the table.

Jenny sat on the sofa with her hair disheveled, eating her breakfast with a somewhat unfocused look in her eyes.

It wasn't that she was being lazy, but rather that her hangover was too severe. Although the [Elf Dragon Blood Brew] was very beneficial to her health, it was still just alcohol.

There are also faint memories of me hugging Roland and calling her "Mom" and acting cute.

I don't know if it really happened or if it was just a drunken dream.

Upon seeing Roland in her thin pajamas, he immediately blushed and felt embarrassed.

Renee, who was standing nearby, also saw Roland getting down, and her face flushed quickly.

Her face was flushed, and even though she hadn't drunk any alcohol that morning, she looked like she was drunk.

This puzzled Roland.

"Oh dear, why are you both blushing? Did something happen?"

Jenny was alright, but Renee, who is usually quite aloof, suddenly turned bright red.

That's strange.