Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

After Roland issued the order, the group went into a defensive posture.

Thanks to the major overhaul of middle management, the execution efficiency of administrative orders is very high, and the group's outer perimeter fence has been further reinforced, leaving only a few main entrances and exits.

The area enclosed by the fence is also the locking range of Vina's spatial teleportation magic.

If things get to the point of no return, the enemy will stop at nothing to beat Roland to her knees and capture her to be a star slave.

Vina will then move the entire area to the dark underground.

This magic is incredibly powerful, but the price is a massive amount of non-renewable and rare materials, which directly drained the resources of the Night Scholars, the nerdy group.

Furthermore, Vina Velusinza will fall into a deep sleep due to the depletion of her divine power.

At this moment, in a corner of the hot water plaza, a group of group employees were taking a nap at the public tables and chairs, and enjoying their takeout crab burger set meals.

This leisurely rest time is only provided to ordinary workers by the Roland Group, and it is only natural that everyone welcomes and appreciates it.

A young female employee, holding a glass of lemonade from the Krusty Krab restaurant, couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the sparsely populated street.

"Sigh, Xinya Street has become so quiet lately."

Upon hearing this, his colleague sighed.

"There's nothing we can do. Recently, negative news about Lady Roland has been circulating all over the capital. Many commoners are afraid of being implicated, so they naturally dare not shop in the New Sprout Street area."

"I heard from people outside that those tiger-skinned lords and nobles are going to arrest Lady Roland and take her back for trial."

"What?! You want to put Lady Roland on trial?"

The girl gasped in surprise, her eyebrows standing on end.

"How could they do this?!"

"Lady Roland has never done anything wrong, and she has saved so many people!"

The colleague, recalling the rumors he had overheard, took a wistful sip of lemonade and added.

"I heard it's because of Lady Roland's bloodline."

"Bloodline?"

The young female employee repeated it subconsciously.

My colleague next to me nodded, his tone filled with disdain for the tiger-skinned gentleman and the aristocracy.

"Yes, anyway, it's all fabricated charges like impure bloodline, harboring criminal orcs, or stealing sacred relics. They're using Lady Roland's fox-like characteristics as an excuse to attack her."

"I think they're just after the group's technology and wealth."

"Those lords outside are rotten to the core! If Lady Roland is arrested, our good days will be over!"

After hearing her colleague's words, the young woman blushed with anxiety and was about to launch into a tirade against the tiger-skinned lord and nobleman outside when a muffled and urgent chime interrupted her.

when!when!when!

The bell tolled throughout the entire Hot Water Square, the sound originating from the nearby clock tower, interspersed with the piercing whistle of a buzzer.

"Level 3 alert! Level 3 alert!"

"All loiterers, please enter the building. All officers who hear this announcement, please clear the streets immediately and maintain order."

The amplification magic circle emitted a clear broadcast, briefly silencing the entire central area of ​​the group. Soon after, people began to stir and make a noisy commotion.

The employees, who were taking their lunch break, were startled. After realizing what had happened, they hurriedly began to tidy up the crab burger meals that had been laid out.

Although life is a little better now, the habit of thrift has been ingrained in our bones after more than a decade of hunger, and we still try to save as much food as possible.

Moreover, the level three alert is not high; it has occurred several times during winter blizzards, and the factory did not stop operating.

However, their dawdling attracted the attention of the sheriff.

"Hey! What are you all still doing here? Didn't you hear the alarm? Quickly find a building to hide in!"

A cat-eared beast girl dressed in a yellow and black delivery uniform walked over, waving a spiked club and shouting.

She is the group's delivery driver and security officer.

This kind of part-time job is very common within the group. Nearly half of the sheriffs are deliverymen who also participate in the group's combat training.

This way, we can take advantage of their familiarity with the environment and improve their self-protection capabilities, achieving the best of both worlds.

However, in such emergency situations, in order to distinguish themselves from ordinary delivery workers, they choose to wear an armband on their right hand, using a striking color scheme to emphasize their job title.

"Ah... I'm sorry, Miss Sheriff, we'll be done cleaning up soon, and we'll go home as soon as we're done!"

The employees quickly explained.

The sheriff, a beast girl, peeked out and saw the Krabby Patty meal being tidied up on the table.

Everyone here is used to being hungry, and they've only been able to eat their fill for about half a year since joining the group. Seeing this, they immediately showed expressions of understanding.

However, she still emphasized one point.

"Hurry up, this situation is different from the previous blizzard. Once you're hidden, try not to come out."

Seeing the serious expression on the sheriff's face, one of the employees became worried and raised his hand to ask a question.

"Miss Sheriff, may I ask what exactly happened?"

The beast girl looked at the person who asked the question, who happened to be a junior manager she had met a few times. She hesitated for a while before answering.

"Well, you'll find out soon enough anyway."

"A group of men dressed as tigerskins arrived, along with a considerable number of guards, and they surrounded the complex."

"What?!"

Everyone gasped in shock, and the employees who had been in the know beforehand turned pale with fright.

"They...they must be here to capture Lady Roland!"

……

Ten minutes after the alarm bell rang, all the gates of the Roland Group were completely sealed off.

"Father Barbarian Fang, you are trespassing on the private property of an imperial nobleman!"

A cat-eared girl stood by the company's gate, glaring angrily at the Vulcan Church priest in front of her, who was dressed in a white robe, her voice filled with barely concealed rage.

"If you do not cease your operations and leave, we will immediately retaliate and call in the garrison of the old port!"

She is the captain of the security team at the main gate of the group. Under the training of the church, she has acquired the combat power of an apprentice-level superhuman and shoulders the important responsibility of guarding the gate.

Logically speaking, her strength should be more than enough to protect the gate.

But Tigerman Bizan, who opened at seven o'clock, directly dispatched the Vulcan Church's Fluffy Fang Guard, all of whom were extraordinary beings.

These extraordinary individuals, primarily composed of wolves and secondarily of leopards, may not possess high levels of magic, but they are more than capable of dealing with the group of security officers who are at most robust mortals.

They took control of the group's gates without lifting a finger.

Father Manya looked at the cat-eared beast girl in front of him with a mixture of disdain and amazement.

The beast girls ate and slept well at the Roland Group, enjoying a spacious and comfortable environment with harmonious and friendly interpersonal relationships.

Therefore, they displayed a temperament different from the outside world, confident and energetic.

If I had to put it in a way, it had a youthful, schoolgirl vibe that, placed among the poor people of the past, was like a splash of color in a black and white photograph.

Father Barbarian Tooth chuckled maliciously.

"You lowly kitten, how dare you bare your teeth at us wolves? It seems I have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your master."

As he spoke, he stretched out his rough palm and reached out to grab the cat-eared beast girl.

Along with it, the pressure of intermediate-level magic also erupted, rendering the cat-eared beast girl unable to move.

When faced with the large hand reaching for her, the cat-eared beast girl did not flee in panic as she had done in the south.

She chose to unleash her apprentice-level magic, gritting her teeth and preparing to fight to the death.

She is no longer the cowardly woman she once was in the South. Now she is the captain of the security team and the guardian entrusted with the trust of Lady Roland!

Even if it means having my legs broken, being humiliated by these wolf lords...

She was going to take a bite out of these guys too.

"That's enough!"

Just as they were about to clash, a sharp wind blade slashed past, forcing Father Barbarian Fang to dodge to the side.

A cool, clear voice rang out, and everyone turned to look. It was Nightingale, the head maid of the church.

Nightingale's face was as cold as if it had frozen into ice. She squinted as she sized up the large and imposing Fleece Guard Corps and the long line of carriages behind them.

Inside the carriage, she vaguely sensed a familiar presence.

It was that wolf-woman secretary who had once confronted him, and her master...

Coveting Miss Roland's tiger head, thumbs up.

The nightingale used her magic to make her words spread so that everyone could hear them.

"Opening at seven o'clock, Bishop Bizan of the Church of Vulcan."

"Are you preparing for a major battle between the Imperial Capital, the Old Port, and Heisen Port with such a large-scale mobilization?!"