Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

When Roland asked her question, Jenny lowered her head in embarrassment.

Renee quickly changed the subject and invited Roland to sit down and have a meal.

However, her gaze would always linger for a few moments when it passed over Roland's chest.

Roland had no doubts, but was simply amazed that little Renee had such culinary skills.

"Rennie is a great cook." Jenny was very happy that her sister was praised and said proudly, "When I used to work in the textile factory, Rennie would come home early to prepare dinner."

"Even though the ingredients were terrible, it still tasted delicious."

"Really? Renee must be exhausted."

Children from poor families learn to be independent early.

As Roland thought this, she lovingly hugged Renee in her arms, tenderly stroking her head, and then looked at her twisted right leg.

"Now that we have money, we can close the shop at night and take Renee to Caryl's place to pull some strings and find her a therapist."

"Little Renee is so pitiful, it always breaks my heart to see her like this."

As she spoke, Roland took out a bottle of milk from her spatial ring and poured it over Renee's oatmeal porridge.

"Little one, you still need to get more nutrition. Come here, let me feed you."

Renee didn't actually like being treated like a child, after all, she was already a nine-hundred-year-old monster.

But for some reason, as soon as I was nestled in Roland's warm embrace, I remembered the words of the little devil in my heart yesterday.

"Yes, after being tense for so many years, who can blame her for relaxing just a little bit?"

Then let's indulge ourselves just this once, just once.

Thinking this, Renee smiled brightly and opened her pink lips toward the spoon.

"Chew, chew, chew..." She chewed and swallowed the oatmeal porridge with its milky aroma. "Thank you, sister, it's delicious!"

Seeing Roland's delight, little Renee looked incredibly cute, like a character straight out of an anime.

……

In the evening, after a day's work, the church closed its doors.

Roland and her two companions, dressed in nun's habit, walked to Caryl's coffee shop.

Jenny and Renee's nunneries are the same style as Roland's; they were just redeemed from the system.

However, when worn by them, they lose the sexy charm that Roland possesses.

Jenny looks like the girl next door, while Renee looks like a dark-haired Cheshire boy.

Roland, on the other hand, looked like an employee of Pink Harbor, which was a blow to her male psyche.

As she walked along, most of the passersby's eyes lingered on her.

Some knew and respected her, while others looked at her with lust.

The former were mostly commoners, while the latter were mostly nobles, since not many nobles would go to her little shabby church.

However, the scene from the novel, where a spoiled brat tries to pick someone up, didn't happen. After all, someone like that would have been living a life of debauchery in Pink Harbor long ago.

Upon arriving at the coffee shop, Roland asked Caryl for help in treating Renee's limp.

This was no problem at all. Caryl summoned a green-haired half-elf who was skilled in healing and took the Jenny sisters to receive treatment.

Roland leaned against the bar and chatted with Caryl.

……

"Here you go, [Blue Silver Rabbit Head Whisky], paired with fresh peach juice, it has a very refreshing taste, please have a drink."

Caryl pushed the goblet toward Roland, revealing a charming smile.

"Thank you, sister~ Cheers!" Roland gladly accepted the glass and gently clinked glasses with Kalil.

After finishing half a glass of wine, Caryl got down to business.

"Speak, what do you need from your sister?"

"Uh..." Roland blushed slightly and said awkwardly, "How did you know I needed your help with something?"

"Because you only call me 'sister' when you need my help," Kalil said mischievously, looking at Roland. "You're such a green tea bitch, just like those little succubi in Pink Harbor."

Laura was embarrassed and couldn't find a reply, so she had no choice but to state her purpose verbatim.

Basically, she wanted to open a fast food restaurant next to the church to provide food for ordinary people.

This requires the support of the Pink Harbor Chamber of Commerce in terms of personnel and supply chains.

"I thought it was something big, but it's just this."

Caryl laughed out loud, but her expression quickly turned serious.

"But as someone who has been in business for so many years, I must remind you that it is impossible to make money from ordinary people."

"Superhumans and nobles occupy the vast majority of resources, leaving the common people impoverished with no money left to be made from them."

Roland indicated that she understood.

She had naturally investigated the social conditions of the capital.

In this world, because of the existence of magic, nobles and extraordinary individuals do not need to rely on the support of commoners.

Regarding food, there is druidic life-enhancing magic.

In terms of production, there are all sorts of alchemical magic.

Health and medical care, even resurrection magic and longevity potions.

The only hope for commoners lies in being born with a good face and a good talent, so that they may be noticed by nobles and extraordinary people.

It's practically an alternate world of cyberpunk.

That's why Roland set her sights on the untapped market of people's livelihood.

For the extraordinary, the worthless commoners, living in peace and prosperity under her estate, will continue to provide her with faith.

She has already seized the initiative.

Although the Church of Light and the Church of Machines also began to collect faith, they were not fast enough or perceptive enough.

The world's view of ordinary people is too deeply ingrained, limited to traditional preaching and charity, completely unaware that development is the only true path forward.

It's time to give this other world a shock with some shady pre-made food.

"Don't worry, Kalil, I already have a plan," Roland said confidently. "Besides, my primary goal is to win people's hearts; making money is secondary."

"Winning people's hearts?" Kalil tilted her head in confusion.

Then she remembered Roland's identity as a candidate saintess and immediately understood.

"Oh right." She slapped her palm. "I almost forgot you were a candidate for sainthood, after all, you don't really look like it."

As she spoke, her interest inexplicably soared.

"If it's for the sake of running for sainthood, then I will definitely support you with all my might."

Karil rarely showed an expression of excitement.

"You know about the Holy Maiden's blessing of light, right?" Kalil said.

"That was actually something good that was taken from our Life Church."

"If you can become a saintess, I can help you steal the blessings from others."

"Hahaha, I finally have a chance to disgust the Church of Light."

As she spoke, she even leaned forward from behind the counter, hugged Roland, and kissed her.

"Little Loran, you must become a saint! This is a golden opportunity for you, as a member of the Church of Life, to take revenge on the Church of Light!"

Roland was dumbfounded.

"Huh? When did I become a member of the Church of Life?"

"From the moment you and I began to collude and become accomplices, you have been a member of our Life Church."

Caryl happily poured wine for Roland.

"The true churches are extremely wary of us; they only kill the innocent and never let the guilty go free."

"Unfortunately, they used our technology against us, so naturally they couldn't find a single clue."

"So, little Loran, you must keep a low profile. Don't discuss these things when I'm not around. Oh, and here's this detection shield for you."

With that, Caryl pulled the necklace, which was deeply buried in the towering, milky white mound, and placed it in Roland's hand.

Roland even smelled a faint scent of milk.