Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The nightingale felt more and more aggrieved.

She had painstakingly raised the fox for so long, and finally, she was seeing results.

Just when they were about to enjoy the first sip of seafood soup, they ended up benefiting someone else.

who is it!

Who is that bastard who dared to steal my seafood soup?!

Nightingale gripped Roland's shoulders, her expression shifting between anger and helplessness.

"Miss Roland, tell me, who bullied you last night? I'll go and grind them to dust!"

Her feelings for Roland did not reach the level of love.

But she really did crave that body. A beautiful girl like Roland was a top-tier commodity among the elves, a perfect baby that appealed to both men and women.

Moreover, with such a wonderful personality, Nightingale intends to slowly cultivate her into his wife.

You can imagine how angry she was when someone snatched it away.

If she were a cat-eared girl, she would already be panting.

Roland was stunned. She was also startled by Nightingale's sudden question. Her mind automatically recalled the events of yesterday, and her body stiffened.

How... how did the nightingale discover it?

Didn't we already manage to get away with it yesterday?

Roland quickly pretended not to understand, but in reality, her sense of shame was rapidly rising.

"Nightingale, what are you talking about? No one has bullied me."

"What! You did it willingly?!"

Nightingale was terrified and shook Roland's shoulder repeatedly.

"You fool, Miss Loran, how could you so casually engage in dual cultivation with other people!"

"Is it a succubus from Pink Harbor, or a noble young master outside? Or even a strange man outside... No way!"

She felt a chill run down her spine as she thought about the chaotic plot in the breeding book.

Roland was utterly bewildered and dizzy from the shaking, so she quickly called for a stop.

"Stop, stop, stop! What is all this nonsense? Calm down."

"Come, come, sit down first."

Roland struggled to her feet, forcibly pressed Nightingale into the seat next to her, and then spoke seriously.

"Nightingale, I really didn't engage in dual cultivation with anyone. I'm not that kind of dissolute person."

After saying that, she silently muttered something to herself.

Border frictions cannot be considered a form of dual cultivation.

No, not really. Roland is still a pure and innocent young girl.

Also, how exactly was yesterday's incident exposed?

It can't be the smell, can it?

While the nightingale wasn't looking, Roland turned her head and sniffed her shoulder suspiciously.

Although Vina was quite rude, she had a certain odor.

But she had already taken a good shower, and all that could be smelled on her was the floral scent of her bath, mixed with her citrus body fragrance, fresh and delicate.

If it's not a smell, then it must be a matter of appearance?

As expected, when Nightingale heard Roland's denial, she raised her hand and pointed to the mirror.

"Miss Roland, if you haven't been practicing dual cultivation with someone else..."

"Then why do you look so radiant? I've never seen you so happy before."

Upon hearing this, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's a question about her image, then it's fine; she already had a prepared answer for that, and she said with a smile.

"Nightingale, don't overthink it."

"I'm so happy because I've found a backer for us. Even if the tiger comes at us with a desperate attack, whether it's the church or the corporation, we can all escape unscathed."

"backing?"

The nightingale then regained its senses and asked a question.

Roland nodded vigorously, and a bright and charming smile appeared on her face as she thought about how she had worked hard to please Vina yesterday and to secure benefits for everyone in the church.

She took Nightingale's hand.

"Yes, I've found a new, reliable ally."

"They will not only protect our church and corporation, but also assist us in developing our supernatural powers. Furthermore, they will also resolve the cultivation inheritance issue you complained about to me about."

"Cultivation inheritance?"

The nightingale was a little confused.

Why did the topic suddenly shift to her?

She carefully considered what Roland had said, and her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Dark Elf Legacy, Allies..."

"Miss Roland, are the allies you speak of the Dark Elves from the depths of the earth?"

Seeing the elven maid's furrowed brow, Roland suddenly remembered that Nightingale seemed to particularly dislike the orthodox dark elves of the underground.

Especially Vina, the goddess of the night, would occasionally be cursed by Nightingale.

Roland wouldn't speak up for Vina on this issue.

There's no way to defend what Vina did; for a leader to personally participate in extremely dangerous experiments is inherently unreliable.

Of course, Roland wouldn't easily reveal Vina's identity, otherwise she would definitely be dragged into a dark room to play "crow flying an airplane".

she replied.

"They're not all dark elves... there are actually other subterranean races."

"Is it the Night Scholars Association?"

"The nightingale asked."

Roland was dumbfounded.

"Oh? So you knew?"

"Of course I know... Oh dear! Miss Roland, you've been tricked!"

Nightingale was getting anxious and pulled Roland close, speaking urgently.

"That useless scholarly society is nothing but a stray dog ​​on the street. They can't even defeat the Imperial army, let alone the Church of Vulcan!"

"They're just a bunch of bookish researchers. They're only safe because they're hiding in the shadows underground. How could they possibly come to our aid!"

She couldn't sit still any longer, pacing anxiously back and forth, then staring at Roland's lower abdomen with a look of exasperation, feeling her head growing heavier and heavier.

It's as if a giant green hat is taking shape.

"Miss Roland, how could you listen to the nonsense of those bookworms!"

"Those damned bastards, they used to at least have some scholarly integrity, but now they've completely lost it all, actually tricking you into mating with them!"

When the nightingale returned for the third time, it seemed as if it had thought of something.

She then went to Roland, who had just sat back down on the sofa, knelt down, and made as if to lift Roland's skirt.

Roland was still engrossed in Vina's narration and didn't react in time. Her skirt was lifted up halfway, revealing the black lace underneath.

"Hey, what are you doing, Nightingale?"

"I'm checking to see if those guys have done anything underhanded to you. They couldn't possibly be after just your body; they must have some other motive!"

"Damn it... Miss Roland, how could you be so stupid?"

The nightingale lifted its skirt and sang mournfully, its poker face gone, looking pitiful like a green forest sprite.

Hearing that Roland had sacrificed herself for her legacy made Nightingale feel even more choked up, her long ears almost drooping to her shoulders.

Upon hearing this, Roland was shocked by Nightingale's powerful intuition.

Because what the nightingale said was absolutely right.

Vina Velusinza, that wicked goddess, was indeed not after her own body, but rather the power of faith.

The latter was Vina's true purpose.

As Roland was pondering how to lie to comfort Nightingale, she felt a jolt of electricity beneath her skirt.

Looking down, Nightingale had almost disappeared into the hem of the nun's long dress, and was even preparing to lift the curtain to see what was going on.

"What are you checking?!"

Roland quickly stretched out her jade-like feet, encased in black stockings, and pressed them against Nightingale's face, which was trying to get closer. She forcefully pushed away the elven maid who was trying to study her more closely, her face flushed.

"Nightingale, calm down! Why won't you believe me? I really didn't cultivate with anyone else!"

The nightingale, usually obedient, did not follow orders this time.

She swiftly snatched Roland's ankle, removed the warm sole from her face, and lifted it high.

This action caused Roland to fall sprawled out on the sofa.

The fluffy tail slid down the sofa structure, with most of it falling onto the floor.

The tip of its pinkish-white tail landed right in front of the nightingale, which she grasped and pulled up in her hand, displaying it to Roland as evidence.

"Miss Roland, it's not that I don't trust you."

"The proof is that after the golden fox royalty eats meat during their mating season, the tip of their tail turns completely pink!"