Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Of course, Roland would never attempt to seduce Elizabeth.

Nightingale is simply judging the princess with a perverted mind.

If Elizabeth were truly sexually interested in Roland, she would have already taken advantage of him and was eager to make her move when she branded him with the steel mark.

Aside from succubi, very few people are bisexual; where on earth do so many perverted maids and nightingales come from?

After patiently explaining things to Nightingale and gently coaxing the perverted maid away, Roland began to ponder the art of alliances and counter-alliances.

Since the dead tiger could gather a bunch of cronies, why couldn't Roland do the same?

Everything will be alright as long as Elizabeth launches an attack.

However, Roland's plan backfired, and she received news that couldn't be worse.

"What?!"

"Elizabeth ran away too?!"

Roland stared wide-eyed at Lywind in front of her.

Elizabeth's head maid knew that Roland was in an awkward situation and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland."

"Her Highness has left the Empire to report to the headquarters of the Iron Church regarding matters related to the promotion of canned crab meat, and will not be able to return for some time."

Upon hearing this, Roland was so angry that her tail tilted to one side.

"Nalywind, why didn't you tell me sooner? You come over every day to get this delicious milk. Does Elizabeth even have a chance to drink it? Why do you keep taking it?"

Lywind lowered her head even further, wishing she could bury it in her soft, large breasts.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland, um... actually, I was the one drinking."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said, I was the one drinking that delicious milk."

Lywind knew she was suspected of abusing her power for personal gain and violating the professional ethics of a maid, and awkwardly defended herself.

"While Her Highness was away, I was in charge of handling the remaining delicious milk, and I tasted five or six bottles."

"It turned out to be really delicious, so I took it upon myself to continue the trade."

Thinking of the delicious food she had enjoyed these past few days, Lywind quickly praised Roland in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.

"Miss Roland, your skills in raising cow-like magical beasts are so exquisite that even the cow-like beast girls of the southern grasslands would have to admit defeat. They are simply too delicious."

"If you launch it on the market, it will definitely be wildly sought after by the powerful and wealthy."

It would have been better if these words hadn't been said; once they were out, it was Roland who felt awkward.

Roland fell silent on the spot, her mind racing with a thousand curses.

Pooh!

Who are you calling a dairy cow?

Who are you calling a cow?!

Lywind, with her thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually stole some delicious milk.

Do you know where milk comes from?

Roland gritted her teeth and remained silent for a full half minute.

After calming the turmoil in her heart, she let out a deep sigh, a barely perceptible blush appearing on her face.

"Forget it, let's not talk about the delicious milk for now."

"Given the current situation, is it really impossible for Elizabeth to make it back in time?"

"I am a faithful believer branded with steel, I have shed blood for the Church, I demand to see Your Highness!"

To make her words more convincing, Roland directly channeled magic into the steel brand on her back, turning to reveal her smooth back to Lyvender.

Roland specially wore a backless aristocratic dress today, just to show off the steel brand.

Beautiful and intricate branding patterns immediately appeared on her smooth and delicate back, radiating a cool silver light in the private meeting room.

At this moment, Lywind and Roland were separated only by a small coffee table, and were quite close to each other.

Lywind was instantly drawn to him.

Her gaze traveled down from the neck, past the slender waist, and settled on the center of the buttocks, which were covered by fabric after the birth.

The swaying fox tail adds to its unique exotic charm.

Its large tail occasionally swept across the air in front of it, the tip of which was pink, like a monkey's red bottom, emitting mating pheromones in all directions.

Lywind stared blankly at the scene, and then she thought of a certain exclusive photo that she had secretly hidden behind Elizabeth's back.

The photo of Roland is in a similar pose, and she looks absolutely beautiful.

Roland did not notice Lywind's unusual behavior and continued to add bargaining chips to the negotiations.

"Lywyn is not only the Steel Brand, but also the Stabilizer, the Krusty Krab product supplier, and I have made countless contributions to the Church."

"Would Elizabeth really let me be captured by those tiger-skin nobles?"

"If I get arrested, the Iron Brand will be exposed, and the Tiger Skin Nobles will definitely use this to their advantage and damage the relationship between the Church of Light and you."

Roland's tone was sincere yet threatening, but Lywind didn't listen at all.

She swallowed hard, then quietly reached out her hand behind Roland.

Upon handling, it feels warm and smooth like jade.

Five seconds later, Roland swatted Lywind's mischievous little hand away with her tail and turned around with a frown.

"Lywyn, why are you touching me?"

Roland turned around, crossed her arms, and stared at Lywind as if she were looking at Nightingale, the perverted maid who was secretly eating feet.

Is being a head maid some kind of profession with inherent perverted attributes?

Why do they all like to be so clumsy?

Of course, Roland didn't say these words directly, but the disdain in her eyes made Lywind sweat profusely with anxiety.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Lywin apologized repeatedly, only then realizing that she wasn't actually interested in girls.

"Miss Roland, I didn't mean to offend you. I was just curious about the Steel Brand. Please... please forgive me!"

This was the second time today that she had violated the professional ethics of a maid, and the pangs of conscience made her face turn slightly red.

Roland watched this scene without pursuing it too much.

Lywind, whose momentum had weakened, was clearly in a better position to facilitate the negotiations.

"So, Head Maid Lywind, you heard what I just said, didn't you?"

Lywind nodded like a chick pecking at rice, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Perhaps it was because of her guilt over her earlier frivolous behavior towards Roland that she revealed some information with a wry smile.

"Miss Roland, we are all aware of the stakes involved... Well, I won't hide it from you anymore."

"The Church of Vulcan has now mastered a unique technology and is expanding rapidly within the empire. Many high-ranking officials of the empire, and even the old king, are showing signs of leaning towards the Church of Vulcan."

"There is not much room for Her Highness to maneuver in this matter; she is merely a saint within the church."

"In fact, His Highness's trip abroad this time was also to report this matter to headquarters and seek support."

Lywind's words caused Roland's expression to change.

Unique technology—isn't that the culmination of advancements that ordinary people can also use?

Did even the old king use this thing?

Roland's behavior puzzled Lywind.

"Miss Roland, do you know something?"

Roland immediately shook her head.

"I was just surprised by the growth of the Church of Vulcan; I didn't expect even the old king to support it."

The old king of the empire was a warrior-type superhuman, over 150 years old, and his magical cultivation should be close to that of a quasi-saint.

For a powerful superhuman, this age is considered the prime of youth.

But the old king had fought battles all over the country to build the empire, and his body was covered with hidden wounds.

He has rarely appeared in public for the past decade, preferring to handle government affairs in seclusion.

Outsiders speculate that he has suffered too many hidden injuries, which are difficult to reverse, and his remaining days may not be long.

Could it be that the old king is relying on the Church of Vulcan to prolong his life?!

Seeing that Roland was deep in thought, Lywind didn't say anything more, but took out a magic earring from her spatial ring and placed it in Roland's palm.

Roland snapped out of her reverie and looked down at the earrings in her hand.

The earrings are made entirely of gold, with a dazzling diamond set in the center, emitting a faint metallic silver light.

Roland looked up at Lywind with curiosity.

"What is this?"

"This is a secret technology of the Iron Church, enabling random short-distance teleportation."

"If things get to that point, please activate this escape option. We will find a way to meet you and bring you to the headquarters of the Iron Church."