Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Despite Roland's questioning, Vina maintained the upward curve of her lips.

She seemed oblivious to Roland's wariness, reached for the wine glass on the table, and took a small sip.

"Miss Roland, you are overthinking it. I am Vina, a dark elf with apprentice-level magic."

"I am able to know this knowledge because the goddess attached great importance to education and the transmission of knowledge back then. Many kinds of knowledge that are very confidential to outsiders are recorded in the library."

"Back then, I was a librarian, a very prestigious position in the church."

"Under these circumstances, even if my magical cultivation is low, I can still learn all sorts of advanced knowledge."

As she spoke, Vina grabbed Roland's right hand, their fingers intertwined.

Then, he opened his mind and guided Roland's magic to invade his own magic cycle.

Under these circumstances, Roland could fully sense Vina's cultivation level.

In Roland's perception, Vina's magic power was indeed only at the apprentice level, as weak as a blade of grass on a mountain, as if Roland could blow her away with a single breath.

If Roland were a bad person, he could turn Vina into a cripple simply by channeling his magic power to attack Vina's magic source.

This action was no less drastic than a puppy rolling over onto its back, exposing its vitals to Roland.

"Miss Roland, you see, my magic is really weak and poses no threat to you."

Faced with the incredibly sexy Vina's unreserved advances, Roland was stunned for several seconds before she reacted.

"Hey Vina, you... you don't have to go to this extent."

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

She lowered her head in shame.

She never expected that Vina would be a librarian, a profession that can be described as legendary, and even more so, a librarian at the Church of the Night, which is extremely prestigious.

No wonder he knows so much.

And upon closer reflection, it makes perfect sense, given that Vina is so weak in strength yet so intelligent.

The safest approach would be to place him within the church as a librarian, where he could participate in education and research from time to time.

Roland only felt that she had wronged Vina, but failed to notice Vina's unusual behavior.

The moment Vina took his hand, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, her eyelids narrowed, and she revealed a smug, sinister expression.

Roland, you're still too young.

The suppression of magic by divine power is not insignificant.

Vina and Roland's intertwined hands tightened, their palms rubbing against each other, the temperature gradually rising.

Her sweat glands were quite developed, which suited her somewhat slovenly and gloomy appearance.

Before long, a thin layer of sweat had formed on my palms.

Although the scent was rich and delicate, the texture was sticky and viscous. When it clung to Roland's palms, it slid back and forth, giving off an indescribable erotic vibe.

Roland felt the smoothness in her palm and coughed twice.

"Vina, let go of my hand, it's getting hot."

However, Vina's warm palms seemed to be coated with superglue, showing no intention of letting go.

Vina maintained the upturned corners of her mouth, but her smile began to look somewhat eerie, her lips parting to reveal her white canine teeth.

"Hehehe, Miss Roland, I didn't use any force. You just don't want to let go, right?"

She raised her hands, keeping her fingers intertwined, as if showing them off to Roland.

"Look, Miss Roland."

"Your little hands are clinging to me so tightly, you must really like me, right? Aren't you eager to receive my affection?"

Vina's tone was teasing, but Roland thought Vina was just joking.

"Seriously, stop messing around, it's slippery and uncomfortable."

Roland reached out to pry Vina's fingers apart.

Kovina's fingers were like reinforced concrete, weaving between her fingers with a force that wouldn't hurt her, yet she couldn't escape.

Roland frowned and gradually increased the intensity.

For some reason, Kloran couldn't use her fox-like brute strength; her fingers scurried across Vina's hand, like a flirtatious kitten's paw.

Is that correct?

Roland sensed something was wrong and hesitantly looked up at Vina.

Vina still wore that eerie, sinister smile, which made Roland feel uneasy for some reason. She decided to try circulating the magic within her body.

However, something incredible happened.

The magic power within him was like a coward, pitifully cowering in a corner, completely unable to function.

Roland's pupils contracted sharply.

Roland remembered reading in the science book about the other world that this situation was common when the strong overwhelmed the weak.

Magic suppression... huh?

When?!

and many more!

As if she had just thought of something, Roland turned her neck slightly, as if it were rusty, to look at her and Vina's interlocked hands.

So that's how it is; it was during the handshake.

"Gurgle."

Roland swallowed hard like Tom the cat, then forced a relatively calm smile and faced Vina.

"Um... Miss Vina."

"Let's talk this out. I'll try my best to meet your needs. Please let me go first, okay?"

Vina used her other hand to stroke Roland's face, caressing it back and forth like a lovesick woman.

"Miss Roland, why are you letting go? Don't you like my caresses?"

Who would like that!

Vina seemed to understand Roland's thoughts and let out a strange, cacophony laugh.

"Miss Roland, you're really not being honest. You just said you liked me and swore to be loyal to me to the death."

"You should be enjoying this right now."

Roland retorted instinctively.

"I was just joking! And I don't like you, I like that funny female goddess who got blown up..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as Vina withdrew her aura-concealing technique, and a pressure of life-level power swept over Roland's perception.

Roland's fox body trembled.

The last time I had this feeling was when I met the goddess named Houzi in the Cloud Kingdom.

What a joke! What a joke!

Vina, who is damp, slovenly, and covered in mature, alluring flesh, is actually the goddess of the night who blew herself up!

Roland felt a great calamity was about to befall her, and the expression on her face became even more unsightly than if she were crying.

Forget tears, if she hadn't reacted quickly and immediately squeezed her legs together, she probably would have peed herself.

"Goddess Vina, that boy Roland is blind and doesn't know his place. His nonsense today is just childish ramblings."

"Just ignore me like I'm nothing."

Roland's admission of defeat finally made Vina unable to suppress her sinister laughter.

"Hehehe, Miss Roland."

"You know you're talking nonsense? You insulted me to my face all night long. How should I punish you?"

Vina's hand, which had been stroking Roland's face, slid down and landed on Roland's shoulder. With a gentle push, she sent Roland, whose strength had been suppressed, sprawling onto the sofa.

The two finally separated their intertwined hands, and the sticky sweat stretched out in a thin thread, making the atmosphere even more sentimental.

Vina pressed forward, placing her knee between Roland's legs, and braced her right hand near Roland's ear, looking down at Roland.

Roland panicked and trembled with fear.

"Vina, would you feel any better if I apologized to you?"

"Apologize?"

Vina stuck out her long tongue, licked her lips, and grinned.

"OK."

Before Roland could even feel a surge of joy, her next words plunged her into an icy abyss.

"But for a little fox like you who loves to whine, apologizing with just one mouth isn't enough; you need both to quell my anger."

"Hehehe, are you ready to receive a private lesson from the goddess?"