Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland was so scared she was trembling.

Vina seemed oblivious to the atmosphere, continuing to grope Roland, and replied in a nonchalant tone.

"Nightingale, how could there be anyone else in my room?"

How could the nightingale be fooled by the cricket's one-sided story? She immediately stepped forward, one foot already inside the room, her tone serious.

"Vina, I'm absolutely sure I didn't mishear. There were other noises coming from inside the room."

"Let me in and take a look!"

Roland suddenly felt her vision go black.

Damn it!

I originally thought that you, Vina, being a seasoned cunning schemer, would have some profound insights when you arrived at the door and faced Nightingale's room check.

I never expected them to say such perfunctory things.

Now that he's really going to be seen looking like this, how am I going to face Nightingale after this!

Just then, Vina reached out and stopped the nightingale, answering in a calm and collected voice.

"Nightingale boss, you can't go in."

"I just finished masturbating and haven't had time to clean up yet; the props are still dangling behind the door."

"Huh?" Nightingale was stunned, looking as if she couldn't believe her ears. "What did you just say?"

"I said, I was just blaspheming myself." Vina's eyes were hidden by her long bangs, so her emotions couldn't be seen, but her small mouth curled up in a lewd arc as she added.

"It's right behind the door. The noise you just heard was all made by me."

As Vina spoke, she flicked her wrist from behind the door, revealing a peculiar magical artifact in her hand, which she then pulled out and displayed to Nightingale.

"Look, Nightingale Boss, this is the prop I use. It has a reciprocating structure and a random frequency, so every knock is unexpected. It's the one that makes the knocking sound."

She aimed her peculiar prop at the door, and with its mechanical back-and-forth motion, it indeed produced a similar dull thud.

"Stop! Vina, stop right now!"

Nightingale blushed; she recognized the strange thing.

Vina embezzled several hundred gold coins from the coffee shop to invent this abstract contraption.

Because of this thing, the pet sheep in the coffee shop has suffered a lot, and now that she sees it again, she's at her wit's end.

"You, you, you, you are utterly shameless!"

"And why are you so calm? Aren't you ashamed?!"

Upon hearing this, Vina not only didn't stop, but also shook the magic item and recommended it to Nightingale.

"Boss Nightingale, this invention is actually quite useful. If you had agreed to help me launch it to the market, the coffee shop's assets might have multiplied several times over."

"By the way, do you want to take it back and try it out?"

Nightingale looked at the operating magic device, her face turned green, and she waved it away in disgust.

"Go away, don't come any closer."

She was also puzzled as to why Vina was wearing a robe with the buttons undone, her nightgown underneath was wrinkled and damp, and the room smelled unbearably strong.

So they were actually doing something shady.

After a long silence, she looked at Vina hesitantly and offered earnest advice.

"Vina, if you really can't resist, you can apply for a Pink Harbor membership card from Roland. Don't hide away and use your weird inventions."

"Your techniques are too unstable. If one were to explode inside your body, even a church might not be able to save you."

After saying that, Nightingale awkwardly made an excuse to leave.

Firstly, it was really difficult to face the eccentric Vina, and secondly, Ms. Tree had already built a barrier to external perception, so there could be no intruders in the church.

As for the powerful individuals who could deceive Lady Tree, frankly, there's no need for them to hide. If they want to capture Roland, they can just do so directly.

After the nightingale had gone, Vina closed the door. Her bangs fell loose again, revealing her deep eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't, as she looked at Roland, who was curled up behind the door, hugging herself.

"Miss Roland, isn't it exciting?"

"Pah!" Roland spat. "What's so exciting about that? Deceiving the Nightingale like this feels awful!"

"But if I don't lie to her, she'll find you, she'll find you hiding in my room, disheveled and breathless."

Vina playfully reached out and touched the collar mark on Roland's neck.

The indicator bar above is flashing, which means your favorability rating has decreased.

She looked like she suddenly understood and lifted Roland's chin.

"Miss Roland, it seems you care quite a bit about Boss Nightingale. Do you feel guilty?"

Roland remained silent and glanced to the side.

Otherwise, she spent far more time with Nightingale than Vina did.

They were still sworn brothers who had fought side by side, spent time in jail together (branded), and even frequented brothels together (though this was not actually true). Their bond was stronger than steel.

The whole thing that happened today feels like a betrayal of the Nightingale.

Damn, thinking about it this way, Vina is really awful!

Stinky goddess! Bad goddess!

Roland's complaints grew, and the favorability meter on her collar rapidly declined.

In an effort to win back Roland's favor and cheer her up, Vina leaned closer to Roland's face once more.

This time, instead of directly eating it, she made a suggestion.

"Since you feel bad for Nightingale's owner, how about we make it up to her?"

Upon hearing this, Roland's favorability meter stopped declining and she looked up to ask.

"How do you want to compensate me?"

"Hmm... let me think." Vina nodded, pondering for a moment.

"Why not have the assassin master from the Dark Scholars' Guild teach the Dark Elf assassin tradition to Boss Nightingale?"

"As an earth spirit, the Nightingale's cultivation tradition is incomplete, and her skills are half-hearted, which is not good for her future development or her health."

Vina nodded in deep agreement as she spoke.

"Okay, let's decide on that. We can also prepare a set of rare and precious materials exclusive to dark elves. That should be enough to ensure she advances to advanced magic power."

Roland was stunned.

She then remembered that Vina had a mysterious force under her command, which was said to be full of big shots, and even Kalil had joined it.

Wow, this is a real rich woman.

Oh wait, this is the God of Wealth.

For Nightingale, an mediocre superhuman, the threshold of advanced magic is like a steel lock, locking away all possibilities.

Once you cross that threshold, you could very well soar to great heights and become a legendary figure celebrated by the world.

Moreover, the nightingale had complained more than once about her lineage, including her clansmen, both openly and secretly, in the shadows and underground.

Now that both large holes had been patched up at once, Roland was immediately delighted.

"Oh, that's wonderful! Thank you on behalf of Nightingale!"

"Hmm." Vina hummed softly, licked her lips with her tongue, and fixed her gaze on Roland's face.

At this moment, Roland's face still carried the afterglow of a flush, and her beautiful features, because of her joy, were as bright as a lily blooming in spring.

Her small hands, clasped together in a gesture of gratitude, rested perfectly on her chest, revealing a touch of fair, smooth skin that appeals to both men and women.

Burning, it's really burning.

But Roland is always oblivious to her own charm.

Little did they know that this fawning demeanor was practically an invitation to commit a crime.

"Miss Roland, how will you thank me?" Vina looked at Roland meaningfully and asked.

"The treatment I'm giving you is something even the Dark Elf princess couldn't enjoy back then, let alone an ordinary elf like Nightingale Boss."

Roland sensed the change in atmosphere and glanced weakly at Vina.

"Um... how about I thank you with the power of my faith? I will definitely work hard to develop the group, as long as you can protect us."

Roland had assumed that Vina would push her luck and make even more outrageous demands.

To my surprise, Vina nodded quite readily.

"The power of faith, ah, very good."

Before Roland could even catch her breath, Vina bent down, scooped her up in her arms, and carried her all the way back to the bedroom in a princess carry.

The bedroom was a mess, except for the soft, large bed, which was clean and tidy, as if it had been specially cleaned.

With a gentle toss from Vina, Roland landed on her bottom on the large bed.

The expensive, luxurious mattress made Roland bounce a few times. She looked in Vina's direction, puzzled, before her head was covered by the long robe that had been taken off.

The robe still carried a lingering warmth, and a rich, subtly alluring fragrance enveloped Roland's nose.

It was obvious that she had just taken it off.

Roland panicked and shouted.

"Vina, didn't you say that the power of faith would be enough? What do you mean now?!"

She pulled off the robe on her head, revealing that Vina had already begun to take off her nightgown, and her stunning figure made it almost impossible for Roland to look away.

"Of course, we should increase our favorability, so we'll have enough faith power."

Vina glanced at Roland, puzzled.

"Since you've chosen to repay kindness with the power of faith, then go all the way."

"By the way, why aren't you taking off your clothes yet?"