Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Are you planning to start a major war in the heart of the capital?"

The nightingale came up and immediately put a big hat on her.

This accusation is extremely serious, and even members of the royal family cannot bear the charge of internal strife, especially now that the old king is in poor health.

If a fight broke out in the capital, it would be no different from a rebellion.

As expected, upon hearing this, Father Barbarian Tooth immediately stopped what he was doing and gestured for the Wooltooth Guards behind him to step back and make way for the carriage.

Nightingale also took the opportunity to have the group's security officers reorganize their ranks, line up at the back, and stand ready.

The magical carriage moved slowly forward and stopped in front of Nightingale.

The alluring wolf-woman secretary stepped down from the carriage, a trace of glitter still lingering at the corner of her mouth, which she elegantly wiped clean with a handkerchief.

The nightingale frowned frequently as she watched, subtly taking a half-step back.

The wolf-woman secretary didn't mind at all, and even savored the taste in her mouth.

Now that Bizan's plan has been a great success and his future is bright, she has not only given up the idea of ​​joining someone else, but is also preparing to further curry favor with Bizan through promotion opportunities.

In order to gain a higher status in the church.

She smiled at the nightingale, her tone flippant and smug.

"Miss Nightingale, your words are biased. How could we possibly start a civil war in the capital?"

"We are merely here to assist the Imperial Council in investigating the true cause of death of the nobleman who fell from the building, and incidentally, to hunt down traitors to the church."

As she spoke, she took out a fine, thick parchment from her spatial ring.

The parchment, bearing the official sealing wax seal of the empire, was waved twice at the nightingale.

"Look, our actions are legal and compliant, recognized by the Imperial Council and the Royal Family."

"The operation to blockade New Sprout Street also received strong support from the Imperial Guard."

The nightingale's expression was unpleasant.

Although the church's decision-makers had anticipated the Imperial Diet's intervention, its public display still left them feeling uneasy.

I wonder what Miss Roland's trump card is. Could it be that she really has to rely on that bookish scholars' association (the Night Scholars' Association)?

A bunch of bookworms who lost their goddess, how can they protect Miss Roland?

Seeing Nightingale's discomfiture, the wolf-woman secretary became even more energized.

What she hated most was a secretary or maid like Nightingale who pretended to be aloof.

With that long face, he acts like he's so clean; he's obviously the kind of fool who doesn't know how to serve his master or make him happy.

I don't know what kind of incredible luck I had, but I was able to gain my boss's favor without needing a promotion machine.

"Alright, Miss Nightingale, I've shown you the search documents. Now, please lead the way."

The wolf-woman secretary flicked her tail, deliberately making a high-pitched sound as she giggled.

"There are also the poor families of the fallen nobles and the council's inspection team on the carriage. Don't keep the adults waiting too long."

"Otherwise, it might be disadvantageous for Miss Roland Kane."

Her affected tone and demeanor drew angry glares from the surrounding group of security officers, and even Nightingale's eyes showed a hint of hostility.

But Nightingale held back, because it wasn't time to break off relations yet, and Roland's orders came through the short-range communication device.

"Nightingale, let them in."

"But……"

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements. Those Flesh Fang Guards... have them stationed near the gate, and don't let them interfere with the group's internal operations."

"I see."

Nightingale glanced coldly at the smug wolf-woman secretary, then turned to give Roland's orders to the security team, temporarily stopping the group's alarm bells and resuming factory production.

Then, following Roland's orders, he turned around and began leading the magic carriage caravan.

Seeing this, the wolf-woman secretary returned to the carriage with a grin.

Inside the luxurious carriage sat the tiger-man bishop Bizan.

Now, he has completely changed from his previous颓废爆 (颓废爆 is a Chinese word that means decadent, dissolute, and explosive) state. His entire tiger face is as gentle as a spring breeze, which makes the scary tiger head look somewhat comical.

Before him stood a greasy, middle-aged nobleman, slightly overweight, with reddish-brown hair and a full beard, who did not look like a good person.

This middle-aged nobleman, named Gottfried Ellendorf, was the chairman of the lower council of Heisenport.

He was also a powerful figure in the council of nobles and had a very close relationship with the royal family.

This early action was made possible by the full support of Congressman Gottfried.

The two men were disheveled at this moment.

Inside the carriage were two beautiful human women.

The wolf-woman secretary tactfully joined in, flattering her mistress.

"Hehe, Lord Bizan, congratulations on the successful execution of your plan. I reckon we'll be able to take that vixen Roland away tonight."

"Well, it wasn't for nothing that I've expended so much energy over this period of time."

Bizan stretched out his arms, leaned back in the carriage sofa, and raised his chin slightly to look at the scenery of the Roland Group through the carriage window.

"It's truly unexpected that Newbees Street, which was once ignored by everyone, has developed into such a prosperous place. Don't you think so, Representative Gottfried?"

The middle-aged, greasy nobleman, enjoying the service of his maids, suddenly let out a long sigh of relief.

He recovered from the lingering shock and looked at the street scene outside the window, his eyes filled with barely suppressed awe.

Today, horse-drawn carriages travel on wide and clean stone-paved roads, where not a speck of trash can be seen, nor can any horse manure left behind by traditional carriages.

The streets were lined with neatly arranged magical streetlights, the spacing between them as if they had been meticulously measured with a ruler.

There are also rectangular flower beds under the streetlights, and lush trees at intervals provide shade for pedestrians.

There are also public benches under the big tree, and judging from their shine, they are obviously used frequently by peasant workers.

Congressman Gottfried marveled.

"Bishop Bizan, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that this dilapidated place, the Old Port District, could develop like this in just one year."

"If an outsider came here for the first time, they would probably think this was some noble street."

But his shock didn't stop there.

If you only look at the street scene, it's not a big deal. At most, you can only say that Roland pays attention to appearance and even spends a lot of money on beautification.

The problem is that all the workers I saw on the way to the Roland Group were presentable and healthy.

In the weather that is starting to get hot.

The male workers wore thin linen short-sleeved shirts, canvas work jackets, thick cotton shorts, and tanned leather work boots.

The female workers changed their lower body clothing to skirts, some wore capri pants, and others wore lantern shorts.

This outfit wasn't because it was a holiday; it was just everyday wear.

People also need to take great care of their appearance, with a fair and full complexion and dry hair.

There were even senior employees who appeared to be in management who had their hair custom-made.

If they changed into more upscale clothes, they could probably even pretend to be aristocrats.

No... I should say they were another form of nobility.

Even impoverished nobles in remote rural areas probably don't have such dignity.

As the alarm was lifted at the Roland Group and people returned to normal production and life, Congressman Gottfried was surprised to find...

Some employees gathered in the relaxation area, dressed in comfortable and soft clothing, reading books and drinking tea (actually, it was Krusty Krab lemon tea) and enjoying snacks like nobles (the spice factory's high-tech work).

It seems they are enjoying some kind of vacation.

What's even more amazing is that these men and women are very well-mannered; they don't litter after finishing their snacks.

They would even grab pens and discuss the contents of books with each other like scholars (for the illiterate exam).

He would occasionally show a thoughtful and troubled expression.

Perhaps these are all high-ranking executives in the group... It's unreasonable for lower-level workers to enjoy this kind of treatment.

Otherwise, Roland's methods and abilities would be too terrifying.

Gottfried was somewhat dazed, and disregarding the fact that he was still having an affair with a woman, he peeked out to confirm it.

Yes, it is indeed New Sprout Street in the old port area.

The exterior of the Roland Group still appears dilapidated and decaying.

Oh dear, Roland Kane.

Talented individuals are needed for development.

He couldn't help but develop a strong sense of anticipation for Roland.

Bizan keenly sensed Gottfried's thoughts and cleared his throat.

"Mr. Congressman, I must remind you of something."

"Roland Kane is a traitor of the fox clan in our Church of the Fire God. Ultimately, she will be handed over to our church headquarters for personal handling. This is also a condition we have agreed upon."

"As for the technology and wealth of the Roland Group, that is the spoils we will divide up."

Do you understand?