Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Vina's slightly upturned lips, which had been parted in a smile, finally fell back down.

She stopped and looked down at Roland.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the breeding season, or perhaps it was because she was caught in an unsolvable predicament, but Roland showed a vulnerable expression.

Gone are her former swagger and smile; her rosy lips are pursed into an unhappy curve, and her eyes are filled with helplessness, like a little saint captured by goblins, blankly awaiting a tragic future.

Roland dared not, and could not, show this weak demeanor in front of the women in the church.

That would only increase everyone's troubles and shake morale.

It was only when facing Vina, who had extremely poor interpersonal relationships, that Roland revealed her incompetence and weakness.

To put it bluntly, even if Vina had a mental breakdown and blurted out the truth, no one would believe her; instead, they would think she was spreading rumors.

But of course, Vina wouldn't tell anyone.

Looking at Roland's pitiful appearance, she felt a sudden surge of pleasure for no reason.

Is this the true nature of Roland?

The vulnerable side she only shows in front of herself, no one else has probably ever seen it, right?

Vina suddenly laughed, her chilling voice sending shivers down one's spine in the dimly lit street.

"Hehehe..."

Vina's distinctive, gloomy laughter helped Roland slightly break free from her low spirits, causing her brows to furrow in a beautiful arc.

Why is Vina laughing?

Vina then stopped laughing, squinted her eyes, bent down towards Roland, and reached out to pinch Roland's cheek.

However, the distance control wasn't very good.

Or perhaps, she has never made such an intimate gesture towards anyone else.

The result was that her swaying breasts hit Roland's face first, then slid off like jelly, and then she pinched Roland's cheek with her fingers.

Vina didn't care, looking down at Roland with an arrogance rarely seen in the world.

"I laugh at the Church of Vulcan for its lack of strategy, the Imperial Royal Family for its lack of wisdom, the Church of Light for its sluggishness, and the Church of Steel for being nothing more than a roadside outcast."

"I won't bet on this, because neither of them can take you away."

The somber dark elf stroked Roland's smooth face, feeling the warmth of her body against his hand, and the aggression in his eyes grew stronger.

Roland was still a little dazed after Vina bumped into her with the ball, leaving her face covered in a milky smell. Upon hearing this, she burst out laughing.

"Pfft, Vina, you're so chuunibyou (delusional)! How come I never noticed before?"

What does "chuunibyou" mean?

Upon hearing the new vocabulary, Vina immediately became curious and pressed for more information.

Roland couldn't explain it in a short time, so she just stood on tiptoe, reached out and patted Vina's huge buttocks, smiling broadly.

"Consider that a compliment."

"And I completely agree with what you said. These churches and nobles are all short-sighted bastards. They can't stand to see me doing well, nor can they stand to see everyone in the Roland Group doing well."

With Vina's interruption, Roland's spirits lifted again.

He dragged Vina around and started chugging drinks, while muttering bad things about the church and the empire.

Vina herself looked down on the Church and the Empire, and always managed to chime in at just the right moment, making Roland beam with joy.

More importantly, beneath Vina's long robe, there seemed to be an endless supply of fine wines.

As they drank, they ended up drinking their way to Vina's room.

Vina's room was as messy as ever, with bras and panties carelessly tossed on the sofa.

Surprisingly, it didn't have a sour or foul smell, but rather a rich, mature, feminine fragrance, as if the orchid was enveloped in a strong hormone.

The two of them squeezed together on the sofa, just like last time, their thighs, encased in stockings, pressed against each other, creating a smooth, fleshy texture.

Roland shook the wine bottle and toasted with Vina.

"Sigh, Vina, I don't know why you, as an ordinary group manager, are so calm."

"But to be honest, I'm actually panicking right now."

"If all else fails, I'll have to sell myself for a good price so that everyone in the group can be saved."

Vina reached out and wiped the wine stains from the corner of Roland's mouth, put her arm around Roland's shoulder, and pulled Roland a little closer to her by about ten centimeters.

Roland didn't care. After hesitating for a long time, she gritted her teeth and took the opportunity to rub against Vina's soft breasts.

Now that things have come to this, she's no longer going to pretend to be a gentleman!

In the hard times to come, I might still be the one who suffers the ultimate humiliation.

It's better to take advantage of this now, so that I won't have never properly touched a girl in both of my lives. Anyway, my drinking buddy Vina doesn't seem to care.

Vina had already noticed Roland's actions. She reached into the coffee table drawer next to the sofa and opened the jar full of foxnip a little more.

Seeing that Roland's eyes were even more dazed, he began to respond to Roland's words.

"Miss Roland, I cannot agree with what you said."

"If you leave, the people in the church alone will be completely unable to keep the group running."

"Even without external intervention, the group will quickly fall apart."

Roland frowned and said coquettishly.

"How could that be? Jenny, Nightingale, Cat Coco... a bunch of well-trained administrators, an advanced and well-established administrative system."

"Without external interference, the group can definitely develop and expand steadily."

Vina shook her head again.

I'm not optimistic.

"Back when our Goddess of Night fell, the other churches were busy fighting each other, battling the Abyss, and vying for the manuscripts left behind by the goddess. They had no energy left to deal with the Church of Night."

"But the church still collapsed in a short time, and in the end only a small group of people with firm faith hid underground, like rats who dared not show their faces."

Vina looked up at the ceiling, her voice filled with a sigh.

"Whether it's elves, humans, or goblins."

"Humans can never suppress their desires."

"The goddess spread knowledge, and they gained power, but they could never resist coveting something."

"The church could not guarantee that everyone's ideas and direction were aligned, nor could it guarantee everyone's loyalty. Then, it lost its authoritative leader, and the church just fell apart."

""

Roland listened to Vina's words in a daze, without saying a word.

She had no personal experience with this, after all, he was just an ordinary modern Chinese youth.

But based on the novels and games I've read, I can guess the general idea.

The other world is different from Earth, after all.

Here, the fighting power of individuals is amplified to an unlimited extent.

Someone like Seraf, a quasi-saint transcendent with extremely high magical attainments, is no less than a walking tactical nuclear bomb; he could be a warlord ruling over a region all by himself.

Within a single faction, there are many individuals who possess immense power but hold differing ideologies.

The sudden loss of a strong leader can indeed easily lead to the collapse of a power.

Thinking of this, Roland, emboldened by the alcohol, couldn't help but start cricketing at the Goddess of the Night.

"So, Vina, your goddess of the night is really unreliable."

"The Church of the Night could have remained unscathed during the great war, focused on fighting the Abyss, and steadily developed."

"But the Goddess of Night chose to conduct experiments on the front lines of the Abyss, not only blowing herself up but also blasting through space, leading to a large-scale invasion of the Abyss."

Roland, oblivious to Vina's furrowed brow, lifted the bottle and looked up at the swaying liquor inside, continuing to speak ill of Vina.

"In my opinion, that's incredibly stupid."

"As a leader, one must never joke about one's own safety."

"Secondly, one must be extremely cautious when it comes to science... and even more so when it comes to magic. Magic is not something to be taken lightly."

"What kind of person would rush to the front lines like a goddess of the night, carrying a huge bomb to conduct experiments? This doesn't look like a researcher at all; it looks like a terrorist."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think the Goddess of Night was a spy from the Abyss!"

After Roland finished speaking, Vina's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and her teeth were grinding together.

With a flick of his wrist, he struck the peach valley behind Roland hard, causing it to surge and ripple like ocean waves.

climb!

Crisp applause echoed in the small room.

Roland felt weak all over, seemingly due to the breeding season of the Golden Fox royal family. A strange sensation shot up from the tip of her pink fox tail.

"Oh my god!"