Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Oh ho."

Roland's loud snort was deeply moving.

As if by instinct, its body bent over, raised its buttocks, lifted its tail, and gently swayed its body, as if it were about to host a banquet for all.

However, Roland quickly realized what was happening, immediately covered her mouth, and gasped.

No arguing.

How could I make such a sound?

Her own moan just now was so seductive it was almost oozing with coquettishness.

She's practically on par with the starving succubus in Pink Harbor.

Roland quickly straightened up, her fox tail curling up to cover her bottom, and turned to complain to Vina.

"Vina, why did you hit me?"

Vina replied indifferently.

"He deserves to be hit."

Roland then remembered that Vina was a devout follower of the goddess of the night, and when she applied for the job, she kept mentioning the goddess.

Therefore, my actions of catching the Goddess of the Night just now were like going straight for her.

Although Vina's eyes were covered by her messy bangs, her expression was not very visible.

But judging from her pursed lips, this gloomy, reclusive woman was clearly a little unhappy.

Roland sat back down next to Vina, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Oh, sorry Vina, I've had a little to drink, and I'm rambling."

"I have no disrespect for the goddess of the night."

As she spoke, Roland defended herself, looking aggrieved.

"But to be honest, the actions of the Goddess of Night are really puzzling. What kind of deity would personally go to the front lines to conduct dangerous experiments?"

"Today, scholars, alchemists, and magical engineers all use the story of the Goddess of Night as a typical case to warn future generations."

"Hehe, that's something to be remembered in history~"

Snapped!

Another crisp sound echoed in the room.

Roland's face turned red, and she covered her buttocks and turned away, no longer daring to give Vina any more space to slap her buttocks.

Vina looked at Roland's flushed face and then withdrew her hand.

"What do you know? The research conducted by the Goddess of Night was a groundbreaking and important topic. Any other deity would have risked their life for it."

Upon hearing this, Roland looked at the gloomy, reclusive elf in front of her with surprise.

"From what you're saying, you seem to know a lot about this?"

"Vina, do you know what the Goddess of Night was up to back then?"

Roland recalled the introduction of the nightingale.

It is said that Vina is very old, and may even have seen the goddess of night in person, and knows some secrets not recorded in historical texts, which seems reasonable.

That's one of the good things about elves; even if their magical power is average, they can live for a considerable period of time as long as they don't do anything reckless.

Vina nodded readily in response to Roland's question.

"That's right, I know the details of that explosion experiment."

Roland was so excited that she sobered up halfway.

During her time in this world, her favorite thing to do was to peruse historical records and learn about the development history of this other world, which is very different from that of Earth.

The most abstract of them all is the sudden death of the Goddess of Night. The experimental explosion created a crater the size of a city, and traces of magical pollution still remain to this day.

Now that she's met someone in the know, Roland is determined to find out the reason behind it all.

After Vina gave an affirmative answer, she and Roland stared at each other in silence.

After a long while, Roland finally couldn't help but ask a question.

"Vina, just say it."

Vina, who had just been verbally abused by Roland, muttered in a low voice.

"If I don't tell you, you don't like the Goddess of the Night anyway, and you always think her research is bad."

Roland had no idea that Vina was still thinking about what had just happened, so she simply shook Vina's arm and said with a coquettish smile.

"Hey, Vina, you've really misunderstood me."

"I adore the goddess of the night. My admiration for her is as boundless as the Yellow River and as persistent as a whale's excrement."

As she spoke, Roland puffed out her chest and made a salute gesture in a loud voice.

"I swear to serve Mihaly Cassiopeia to the death... I mean, Miss Vina, the goddess of the night, please satisfy my curiosity."

Vina watched Roland's exaggerated performance, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

That fox nun is so frivolous.

She was clearly a nun of the Church of Light, yet she swore oaths to external deities as casually as eating and drinking.

Even as a joke, it seems a bit too much.

If it were anyone else, such unreliable behavior would most likely provoke her dislike.

But since Roland is a cute and lively fox nun, her behavior doesn't come across as arrogant at first but rather as quirky and playful, making the drinking atmosphere much more cheerful.

Vina began to think.

Miss Roland has many good qualities.

She possesses extraordinary thinking abilities, seems to have unique knowledge, and is very good at making people happy. Now she has fox blood and high reproductive potential.

If you miss this store, you might never find another one.

Vina made up her mind, placed her hands on her knees, and spoke in a serious tone.

"Miss Roland, I can tell you about the experiment that caused the explosion, but you must be careful not to mention it to any outsiders."

Roland was slightly taken aback when she saw Vina's sudden seriousness.

Sensing the atmosphere becoming serious, she withdrew her frivolous and playful expression and frowned.

Judging from Vina's performance, the fall of the Goddess of Night seems to be more than just a simple matter.

Her gaze moved to Vina's face, trying to guess Vina's thoughts from her expression.

But the messy long bangs formed a natural barrier, blocking Roland's inquisitive gaze.

After hesitating for a moment, Roland reached into her collar and pulled out the warm, milky-scented Kalil pendant from her deep cleavage, activating the shielding magic circle on it.

She spoke only after the magic array barrier had stabilized.

"Don't worry, Vina, I won't tell any outsiders any secrets about the goddess."

Of course, Caryl and Ms. Tree, these two staunch allies and former stray dogs of the old church, are certainly not outsiders.

Roland silently defended herself in her heart, but her eyes remained sincere.

Vina's starry eyes, hidden beneath her long bangs, narrowed slightly. She vaguely sensed that Roland was not being sincere, but she didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, she revealed a strange smile.

"In that case, let me introduce it to you."

"The subject the goddess was researching was the further refinement and sublimation of magic, attempting to condense a higher level of power."

When Vina said this, there was an undisguised pride in her voice.

Upon hearing this, Roland's expression was indescribable.

Well, she thought it was some kind of forbidden and evil research.

The result is the compression and refinement of magic power.

Throughout history, countless people have studied this subject, and it remains a topic of study in magic academies to this day.

But several hundred years have passed, and the best result so far is that the man-made magic crystals have slightly improved efficiency.

The cost is also quite high.

Many scholars were also killed in the process.

Could it be that the goddess of night also fell in this way?

Vina seemed oblivious to Roland's expression and continued speaking at a leisurely pace.

"The goddess tried many methods, but none of them worked. Finally, by chance, she made a groundbreaking discovery."

"During the month of church celebrations, the goddess set up a laboratory in the main hall to conduct experiments in order to save time."

Finally, under the influence of an unknown force, magic was sublimated into divine power.

Vina looked at Roland meaningfully, the corners of her mouth gradually widening into a smile.

"By the way, the goddess later made a guess in her notebook, believing that this unknown power came from church believers."

"Therefore, let's call it the power of faith."