Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

In fact, the interest shown by external forces in the Roland Group is nothing new.

Although the group of aristocratic traitors purged from within the group did not succeed in stealing the group's technology and secret formulas, they did leak a lot of information to the outside world.

Much of the internal intelligence had already reached the ears of external forces.

What interested them most was the greenhouse technology of the Roland Group.

To be precise, it refers to the specific construction drawings for high-yield wheat breeding, as well as piped heating and greenhouse insulation.

These technologies, which could multiply grain production several times over, were incredibly attractive to a range of powerful figures, including nobles, lords, large corporations, Southern Tigermen, and the Church of Vulcan.

Just like the Little Nun to Fourth Sister Little Sheep, the African Star to Run-Knife Mouse, and the Heart of Steel to Top Lane Yasuo.

This attraction is deadly.

With high-yield agricultural technology, they could easily double their wealth and assets.

Their families and influence will also flourish as a result!

Roland had another guess in her mind.

It's likely that the imperial family played a role in this, since food technology is the foundation of a nation.

Normally, we still have to be mindful of the Church of Light.

But now that Roland has lost Serafie's protection and the Church of Vulcan is leading the charge, it's hard for the Imperial Royal Family not to be tempted.

After all, the noble council's decision to test the bloodlines of registered nobles like Roland was tantamount to slapping themselves in the face twice.

Without royal authorization, those face-conscious, shrewd aristocratic councilors wouldn't do such a thing.

"Could it be that brat Elizabeth?"

Roland frowned and muttered to herself, inevitably feeling resentment rising within her.

But then I thought about it again and realized that was unlikely.

Elizabeth was a saint of the Iron Church, and was naturally at odds with the tiger-men.

Moreover, given that little brat's possessiveness, she wouldn't choose to cooperate and divide the Roland Group; instead, she would openly eat it all up and pack herself up and take it back to Wayne Enterprises headquarters.

Could it be that the Church of Vulcan is connected to other members of the royal family?

Roland fell into deep thought.

Seeing that Roland remained silent, Nightingale couldn't help but ask.

"So, how do you plan to deal with the scrutiny from the Noble Council and the Church of Vulcan?"

"Those damned tigers are just waiting to capture you!"

Nightingale felt her blood rush to her head as she thought about the terrible treatment Roland would suffer after being captured and the tragic end that awaited her, and even her long ears turned bright red.

This wasn't excitement, but rather so angry I was about to cry.

He was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze seemed to want to tear a tiger apart.

She absolutely could not accept that Roland would be defiled by anyone other than herself, becoming a tool for those dead tigers to vent their lust!

Roland waved her hand, signaling Nightingale to calm down.

"I do have ways to deal with this."

"But we're afraid we'll have to hand over the greenhouse technology... Without strong power and a solid backer, we're really at a disadvantage."

This answer was exactly what Nightingale had expected.

She loosened Roland's fox ears and instead stroked her soft blonde hair, trying to ease Roland's low mood with a massage.

Then he frowned and asked the question.

"Miss Roland, do you intend to hand over the greenhouse technology to the Noble Council?"

As for the Church of Vulcan, it had already been excluded by the Nightingale.

Those damned tigers have more than just greenhouse technology in their sights.

What they want is Roland!

Nightingale sensed she was about to get angry again, so she stroked Roland's hair a little harder, causing Roland to look up at Nightingale with a sullen expression.

"How could I possibly hand it over to the Council of Nobles?"

"Those damned tigers probably have some kind of deal with the council of nobles or even the royal family. When a conflict breaks out, they won't protect me with all their might. They might just pack me up as a gift and send me over there."

"I plan to hand it over to that brat Elizabeth."

The nightingale was taken aback.

"Elizabeth?"

Who is it?

Does Miss Roland have someone named Elizabeth by her side?

The nightingale pondered for a long time before finally realizing what was happening.

"You mean Princess Elizabeth Lionheart, the third princess of the Empire?"

Roland nodded.

Now there is no news of Caryl.

Seraf was utterly thrashed and fled all over the world.

Ms. Tree is a weak tree spirit in her juvenile form, unable to even defeat Sister Theresa of Thorns.

The Sisters of Thorn didn't even dare to show their faces; they all hid in Pink Harbor to work.

There isn't a single person in the entire church who is truly capable!

She had no choice but to go to that arrogant brat, who knows what terrible conditions he would be offered!

Who knows, I might have to offer my faith to some god of the Steel Church, the Steel Girl, and join the Steel Church to receive its protection.

Then he'll be branded a traitor for the third time, a traitor who has served three masters, and will have to be subservient to Elizabeth for the rest of his life.

Roland was quite upset about making this decision. She stretched her tail out in front of her and started tugging at the fur on it with her fingers.

"Now we can only turn to that little devil princess. Only the Iron Church behind her can rival the Church of Vulcan. As a princess, she can also restrain the Noble Council."

"Alas, I have no choice in the matter!"

Roland sighed again.

The nightingale still had some doubts, her mind racing.

She was unaware of the entanglement and relationship between Roland and Elizabeth.

All I know is that Elizabeth once collected a large number of Roland's photo books and got angry about it once.

Later, Roland secretly took a set of photos of herself with her back exposed and gave them to the princess's personal maid to take back, which finally calmed her down.

Wait, something's not right!

Is this why Elizabeth helped Miss Roland?

Nightingale felt a greenish tinge and a heavy weight on her head, and spoke with difficulty.

"Miss Roland, how can you be sure Elizabeth will help you?"

Roland, of course, couldn't reveal everything, so she turned her face away.

"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, she'll help me."

Roland's avoidance of the topic naturally led Nightingale to misunderstand.

Especially now that Roland is in her breeding season, not only has the tip of her tail turned pink and translucent, but her face is also often tinged with a rosy blush.

At this moment, her face turned away, her gaze wandering, like a newlywed wife compromising with a client for work, yet having to keep it a secret from her husband.

They had promised to stay together forever, but reality forced them to sell their dignity.

The nightingale's voice was filled with bitterness, just like that incompetent husband.

"Miss Roland, are you trying to seduce me?"

"To seduce that perverted princess who has long harbored ill intentions towards you?"