Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Good morning, Lady Roland!"

Good morning!

"Good morning, Lady Roland. Your breakfast is ready. Would you like it delivered to your office on the third floor?"

"Good morning, Xiao An is so thoughtful, let me rub your head."

Roland walked down the church corridor, greeting each maid with a smile, and even cuddled with a little maid.

The joyful mood created an invisible force field that infected every maid who passed by.

Even the administrative tentacle catgirl, who looked somewhat haggard from working overtime for days, withdrew her miserable corporate slave expression and couldn't help but smile.

Two maids who were cleaning in the distance watched this scene and couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"Hey, don't you think Lady Roland is acting very differently today?"

Upon hearing this, the maid with the aloof expression glanced at her companion with a twitching at the corner of her mouth.

"Do we even need to use a question? Anyone with eyes can see the difference."

From an outsider's perspective, Roland is now like a little sun that radiates warmth and joy at all times.

The brightness of the places I passed by seemed to increase by several percentage points.

This is only a change in emotions and temperament.

What's truly surprising is the change in appearance.

Roland's originally fair skin now had a faint blush.

Blonde hair appears softer and more voluminous under the light, no longer with a cool sheen, but with a warm and inviting glow.

Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and her gaze was no longer cold and restrained, but rather carried a touch of lazy wateriness, bright and lively.

Even her lip color became warm and full, and she looked like a flower nourished by spring rain, transforming from a reliable group leader into a bright, gentle, and warm young woman.

The tip of its swaying tail behind it has now completely changed color, leaving a bewitching pink trail as it traces its path through the air.

"Gurgle."

The maids all swallowed hard, stopped what they were doing, and followed Roland's retreating figure all the way to the stairwell on the second floor.

Amazing charm.

This was the consensus among the maids.

At this moment, Roland was like a walking hormone sprayer; even just walking around the street would attract a large number of noble men and women.

As for why commoners aren't included, it's because the nobles will surround Roland completely, while the commoners will only be kept out by the nobles' servants.

"Hey! What are you guys doing?"

"Why are you all spacing out during work hours? Did you plan to slack off together?"

The cold voice interrupted the maids' thoughts, sending a shiver down their spines.

Everyone turned around and saw Nightingale, the head maid of the church and Roland's personal maid, walking slowly towards them in her maid's high heels.

Nightingale, the head maid of the dark elves, is not as gentle as Roland.

Nightingale used methods she learned from the tribe to provide excellent treatment and clear rewards and punishments, thus establishing considerable prestige within the maid troupe.

Therefore, when the maids saw the nightingale frown, they all stood at attention and admitted their mistake.

"We're sorry, Nightingale! We were wrong!"

Their uniform appearance made them look like a gangster gang at first glance.

"Hmm, tell me what just happened? Why does everyone look so surprised?"

The little maid named Xiao An volunteered, raised her hand, put on a serious face, and spoke up.

"Boss Nightingale, I know. It's all because Lady Roland's change today was so astonishing that we couldn't help but stop working!"

What?!

Is it related to Roland?

Nightingale's pupils contracted.

In fact, she had been feeling inexplicably irritable since yesterday, and even had an unusual bout of insomnia because of it.

Upon hearing the news about Roland's changes, he felt extremely uneasy. Ignoring the maids' strange looks, he quickly left the second floor and headed towards the office on the third floor.

dong dong dong.

"Miss Roland, are you in the office? I brought you some snacks."

The nightingale knocked rapidly on the door of Roland's office.

The familiar feeling made Roland, who had just sat down, tremble violently, and a certain image automatically appeared in her mind.

That was the image of myself hiding behind the door like a thief, trying to conceal myself while Vina took advantage of me with her salted pork.

The nightingale of that time also made a similar sound.

"Cough cough..."

Roland cleared her throat, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, and responded.

"Please come in."

Upon receiving the answer, the nightingale eagerly opened the door, about to ask if everything was alright, but froze on the spot.

Where was the Miss Roland who had looked haggard and dejected due to pressure and crisis?

Sitting behind the desk was a bright and cheerful fox girl, like a little sun. Every smile and frown she made conveyed what joy meant, as if she wanted to add sparkling magical effects to everything around her.

No, it already has sparkly magical effects.

Vina reached out and rubbed her eyes, then looked at Roland again.

Wherever Roland's limbs and tail moved, tiny specks of magical starlight fell, then disappeared into the air less than half a meter after they fell.

If Nightingale hadn't been a senior intermediate-level superhuman, she wouldn't have been able to detect it.

Of course, the important thing is not the magical effects.

But where did that depressed Miss Roland go?

Why did it turn out like this after just one night?

Now, Roland is like a golden lily in full bloom, nourished by dew.

There's only one possibility that could transform the melancholy golden fox girl into such a gentle and alluring appearance—

mating!

Mating fiercely!

Nightingale immediately recalled the book about minotaur breeding, and a terrifying hypothesis was forming in her mind, even beginning to conjure up images.

"Miss Roland."

She spoke, her voice like a rusty machine, harsh and hoarse, with a hint of bitterness.

"What happened to you?"

Roland was taken aback.

"What's wrong with me? I feel great right now."

At this moment, she was at the peak of her emotions, and she stretched out her arm in a strong gesture, revealing a confident and bright smile.

"Look, I feel so much energy!"

Nightingale shook her head with a wry smile, without replying. Instead, she quickly walked over to the full-length mirror on the office wall and went to Roland's side.

She first put down the full-length mirror, then stepped aside, gesturing for Roland to see what was reflected in it.

"Miss Roland, it's precisely because you're in such a good state right now that it seems strange."

"You look like a golden fox that has just broken its vows at its coming-of-age ceremony, exuding a seductive charm from head to toe."

"If you were to go out for a walk right now, the entire old port area would be in an uproar because of you, and the group would be receiving a constant stream of love letters and marriage proposals."

Roland looked at herself in the mirror.

At first, I just felt that I looked exceptionally good today and was in great shape, as if I had had a good night's sleep that made me feel refreshed.

But with Nightingale's reminder, Roland gradually realized what was happening.

I look... quite alluring.

After thinking for a moment, Roland pushed the sofa aside, stood up, clenched her fists like cat paws, raised her left leg behind her, and turned her body to face the full-length mirror, making a playful gesture.

Meow~

As the nightingale swallowed, Roland awkwardly lowered her hand, casually sat back down, and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Ahem, well, I do seem to have become a bit more alluring."

As soon as Roland uttered those words of admission, Nightingale felt a tightness in her chest.

Especially after standing next to Roland and seeing the tip of the fox's tail, which was completely dyed pink, she felt a wave of dizziness.

Oh no, Miss Roland has definitely been "developed" (exploited/exploited).

Caryl, Sheep, Salia, and Jenny are all useless.

I, Nightingale, am also a piece of trash!

They couldn't even defend the goal!