Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

When the topic turned to people close to him, Serafie finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Ilona, ​​your words have no credibility whatsoever."

"You despicable false god dares to frame even the goddess, let alone us helpless believers! The promises of a vile scoundrel are cheaper than a napkin!"

Ilona wasn't annoyed at all; instead, she covered her lips with her hand and giggled.

"Hahaha, Serafie, I'm not haggling with you, and you have no choice."

"You're just a loser now. You have such brilliant talent, surpassing me to become the First Saintess, yet you chose that laughable goddess."

"Look how powerful and united our church is today, and countless kingdoms bow down to us."

"Seraphim, your vision is no different from that of a mole digging a deep pit in a dwarf's cave. You don't understand that you should always start from reality."

"Everyone knows that your goddess is a false god, a figure despised by everyone in the church."

Serafie's words were no match for those of Ilona, ​​an elven noblewoman. He was so angry that his cheeks flushed red, and he quickened his movements.

"You shameless scoundrel who twists the truth! I can't be bothered arguing with you!"

"Even if I die fighting today, even if I jump off this mountain, I will never surrender to you!"

Upon hearing Seraf's angry reply, Ilona chuckled softly.

Carrying the Dragon-Binding Lock, she approached the cave entrance, her mocking expression deepening, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Seraphim, don't be so quick to refuse."

"You're not worried about your brothers and sisters, or your nuns... but there are always people you can't let go of, right? Unfortunately, I happen to have some interesting information. Would you like to hear it?"

Seraf's expression changed as the image of Roland appeared in his mind.

If Roland, a genius at managing power, were to fall into the hands of the Church of Light, the false god might truly replace the goddess completely.

Despite his inner unease, Serafie maintained a calm tone.

"Ilona, ​​what do you mean?"

Ilona's lips curled up, and the white elf's long ears perked up slightly, clearly pleased with Serafie's reaction.

Although Seraf's tone sounded calm, the abrupt change in his tone precisely demonstrated that his words had hit the nail on the head.

"Seraphim, what I mean is, you know a little nun in the capital, right... no, she should be called Little Fox now."

"Her name is Roland Kane, right?"

Ilona paused deliberately as she spoke, the heel of her gold-rimmed high heel striking the stone with a crisp sound.

Sensing the sudden surge of magical energy in the cave, she continued speaking with a smug look on her face.

"That little fox named Roland, I must say, is truly a talent. She started from scratch and developed the church into a large corporation, winning the hearts and minds of tens of thousands of people."

"The faith you offer to the glorious false god is extracted from her, isn't it?"

"I'm guessing the method used was probably the Radiant Mark you developed?"

"You don't even spare a lowly nun. Now that I see your methods, you're truly despicable and shameless."

Upon hearing this, Serafis fell completely silent.

Less than three minutes later, Seraf walked out of the cave with a somber expression. Although he looked disheveled, his spirit and energy seemed to have returned to their peak.

"Ilona Serandil".

Serafie called out the full name of the White Elf Saintess, his eyes surging with endless killing intent.

But Ilona seemed oblivious to Seraf's murderous intent, tilting her chin up and moving closer to Seraf.

"What's wrong, my dear, noble former First Saintess?"

"Do you want to kneel at my feet and beg for my attention like a puppy? I'd be very happy if you did that."

As she spoke, Ilona glanced provocatively at Serafie's ample bosom and gave a frivolous smile.

"However, your figure is a bit lewd. I think you should wear a casino bunny girl outfit, preferably one with very little fabric that doesn't cover your chest. That would suit your style better."

Serafie's anger level rose again, but he did not respond to Ilona's taunts.

Never argue with arrogant white elves; those little bitches have sharp tongues.

Unless her sharp-tongued, shrewish sister Elizabeth comes along, they might not be able to hold their own in an argument.

"Ilona, ​​do you know?"

"You think too highly of yourself, that you are too smart, that you are more noble than anyone else, but you don't know that the path of magic is profound and mysterious."

"Today you will be ruined by your own arrogance."

With a thought, Serafie activated a magical incantation that burned the very essence of life.

Her magical skill far surpassed that of these ordinary quasi-saints before her; the magic that burned her life essence had an effect almost twice as strong as usual.

In an instant, a terrifying magical pressure erupted, faintly approaching the threshold of Saint-level magic, causing the cardinal's expression to change drastically.

"Oh no! Princess Ilona is in danger!"

However, it was all too late.

Seraf's figure vanished instantly, reappearing beside Ilona in a flash, his magic staff already swung wide, aiming straight for Ilona's head.

The tip of the staff was brimming with terrifying magical energy; if that blow landed squarely, Ilona would be crippled, if not killed.

At that point, the bishops will have to prioritize protecting Ilona, ​​and Serafie will likely escape again.

Ilona looked surprised.

"Serafi, what's wrong with you...?"

"How naive you are~ How stupid~"

Ilona's surprised expression instantly turned into a confident smile, and she raised her hand and waved it lightly.

The ground they had just walked on instantly lit up with complex magic runes, which spread out in all directions.

This is a targeted counter-magic spell, tailor-made for Serafie, and it has proven to be extremely effective.

"How did you know about the structure of my magic?!"

Seraf cried out in alarm. The life-burning spell instantly stopped. Not only did the magic power dissipate, but he was also severely injured again due to the backlash and fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough..."

Serafie looked pained and coughed up another mouthful of blood.

She lay prone on the grass, her high, rounded chest cushioning the impact, which was then compressed into a startling curve. Her face was filled with resentment and hatred as she stared at Ilona.

Ilona could no longer contain herself and let out a silvery laugh. She gracefully knelt down on one knee and lifted Serafie's chin.

"Hey, you didn't expect that, did you?"

"I have all your information. I've already learned about that burning primordial magic through your former maid."

Seraf's eyes blazed with fury, but his body was powerless to resist.

She knew she had lost.

She lost completely, dragging down not only her companions and Roland, but even the goddess herself would become a plaything because of her exposure.

Looking at the impotently furious Serafie, Ilona's pointed ears could no longer help but perk up, even turning slightly red with excitement.

The feeling of having someone under your feet is wonderful.

She picked up the Dragon-Binding Lock and began to fiddle with it in front of Serafie, speaking in a light and cheerful voice.

"Now, just put this on obediently, Miss Serafie."

Just as the Dragon-Binding Lock was about to touch Serafie, a terrifying surge of magical energy suddenly appeared once again.

"Sizzle!!!"

A dazzling golden light descended from the sky, piercing through the air and enveloping Seraf in a pillar of light.

The resulting magical impact sent everyone in the pursuit team flying dozens of meters.

Ilona was knocked back the furthest and only managed to regain her footing thanks to magic.

"What's going on? Serafie has reinforcements?!"

"No! This feeling... it's that goddess!"

As if in response to Ilona's words, a majestic divine voice rang out from mid-air.

"Oh my god!!!"