Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"The fate of the empire is about to change."

"Miss Roland, it's time to abandon the group and protect yourself."

These are the words Lywind said to Roland before she left.

This left Roland feeling utterly powerless and deeply depressed.

Nightingale tried everything she could, even flicking the fox's tail until it sparked, but she couldn't rouse Roland.

At night, Roland, cloaked, wandered aimlessly along one of the group's main roads.

Because the Roland Group operates on a three-shift system, and the residents experience low living pressure and a stable and safe community environment, there are still quite a few pedestrians at this time.

People put their arms around each other's shoulders, laughing and joking as they shared interesting news and discussed what to eat next.

Under the bright magical streetlights, not only the local human employees but also a considerable number of orcs were present.

Unlike the outside world, orcs are very popular within the group.

The main reason is that the orc employees are mostly women, because they selectively assist in smuggling when the business opens at seven o'clock, and their average appearance is much better than that of humans.

Who doesn't love cute animal-eared girls?

Some people even expressed their feelings.

"Small animals are so much more comfortable."

Naturally, the beast girls became highly sought-after within the group, and the crowds that gathered on the street were mostly filled with cute beast girls.

This also reflects how affluent the living environment of the Roland Group is, to the point that it can support people's leisure and entertainment, and even their jealousy and rivalry.

If you didn't look at the surrounding architectural style, outsiders might even think that this is a noble neighborhood in the capital.

Roland admired the streets she had spearheaded in building and the roaring factories as she walked to the center of the square.

The area in front of the Roland statue standing in the square is the liveliest spot.

This statue, meticulously crafted by the short beaver girl, shows no signs of wear to this day.

People place various flowers, food, and snacks in front of the base every day and express their sincere gratitude; this has almost become a daily habit.

I'm full. Thank you for the salary, Lady Roland.

I've had a good night's sleep. Thank you, Lady Roland, for the staff dormitory and the heating.

My cold is cured, thank you Roland Cathedral for the treatment.

My girlfriend and I had sex, thanks to the Roland Group for providing the sturdy bed.

In short, it boils down to one sentence.

That's amazing, Lady Roland.

Watching the small bonfire party that had begun under the leadership of the beast girl, Roland felt a great sense of accomplishment and opened the system panel.

The number in the Faith Points column increased even further late at night.

[Current happiness level in the ruled area: 47%]

Compared to before, the happiness level has increased by 2%, indicating that people's lives are getting better.

But how long can this joyful scene last if I leave?

Roland was feeling melancholy today, and sighed softly with a bitter expression.

"I feel like this world of porn is targeting me, it's so frustrating."

Caryl, Seraphim, Elizabeth.

The three unreliable guys, as if they had made a pact, all turned on their butts and ran away at the same time.

He left behind only a little Karami with intermediate-level magic power, facing the ever-changing capital city.

Damn it, they want her to fight against the Church of Vulcan and the aristocratic group?

I'm afraid he'll be locked in a dark room the next day, oh ho ho, he'll create his own little world.

But she couldn't bear to slink away and abandon everyone.

If Roland were to run away, the girls in the church would be the first to be affected.

Jenny, little Renee, little Alice, the cat sisters Coco, and a bunch of maids, tentacle girls...

Apart from the escape expert, Ms. Tree, who can turn into a sapling seed, all others will suffer fierce retaliation from the Church of Vulcan.

As a truly upright and courageous woman, she simply couldn't run away.

"hateful."

Roland couldn't help but curse out loud, which was overheard by a rat-like beast girl who was running a snack stall.

The rat-like beast girl, standing on a raised stool, tilted her head and looked at Roland, who was shrouded in a cloak.

After looking at him for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out. I just instinctively felt that the person in front of me had a natural kind and gentle temperament.

So the mouse-like beast girl bent down, fiddled with a glass bottle, and handed it to Roland.

"Would you like some berry wine, sir? You seem a little unhappy; have some to chase away your troubles!"

Roland instinctively took the wine, and then realized what was happening.

"Um, no thanks, I don't plan on drinking."

The mouse-like beast girl waved her hand warmly and generously.

"Don't worry, sir, this wine is on me."

"Thanks to Lady Toloran, I'm not short of money at all now, and I can eat my fill every day and I'm so happy! You should be happy too!"

Roland smiled gently, but still handed the bottle back.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but I can't hold my liquor well, so let's skip it today."

The mouse-like beast girl didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she stretched out her right hand and patted her barren chest, making a muffled thud, as if she were trying to prove something by stiffening her neck.

"Don't worry, this wine is all homemade and has very little alcohol content. My sister drinks it without making a sound."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Roland accepted the wine bottle and continued to tour the city of her self-built conglomerate.

The greater her sense of accomplishment, the more heartbroken Roland became.

She simply uncorked the bottle and took a swig of her homemade wine, which made Roland choke and squeal.

"Cough cough... What terrible wine."

Since her transmigration, Roland has been drinking either tree honey wine or the high-end "elf dragon blood brew" provided by Kalil.

Drinking the commoner's sake brewed by the rat-like beast girl for the first time was truly a blow to my throat.

But it's good, it's a good opportunity to release some stress.

Roland strolled leisurely down the street, bottle in hand, like a drunkard from the northern kingdom.

Before long, he started muttering and complaining.

"Oh, Khalil, why are you not here when I need you most..."

"How annoying."

The golden fox royal family, being in their breeding season, is naturally more emotional, and the added effect of alcohol caused Roland's mind to wander.

Before I knew it, I had wandered into the vicinity of the composting workshop and greenhouse.

This time coincides with the time when the key technical staff get off work.

A somber dark elf emerged from the greenhouse doors. Her figure was so exaggerated that even under a heavy robe, it was difficult to completely conceal her.

As the dark elf passed by Roland, he seemed to sense something and turned back in surprise.

Her gaze was fixed on Roland's voluptuous hips, and her nose twitched.

It has a subtle citrus scent, with a hint of foxy savory.

"This taste...is it Miss Roland?"