Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, the leading flag-bearer, a combat maid, entered the garden through the gate.

Immediately afterwards, a head maid dressed normally in a skirt came out. It was none other than Lywind, the head maid whom Roland knew, Elizabeth's personal maid.

Lywind had just bowed to everyone and hadn't even had a chance to greet Roland when Councilor Gottfried hurriedly asked her a question.

"Lady Lywind, what do you mean by this?"

Although Lywind's official position is that of a maid, she actually represents Elizabeth and the political faction of Princess Elizabeth III to a certain extent.

Their sudden appearance here without warning, accompanied by combat troops, clearly indicates ill intent.

In response to Senator Gottfried's question, Lywind bowed slightly and answered in a businesslike tone.

"Sir, your actions violate the Imperial Noble Law."

"If one wishes to strip a country of its noble status, an arbitration conference must be legally convened, and the consent of two speakers and more than twenty members of parliament must be obtained before it can proceed."

Lywind glanced meaningfully at the scepter in Bizan's hand as she spoke.

"Instead of acting like thugs seizing a mountain stronghold, they should be causing trouble at someone else's doorstep with their bloodline devices."

Upon hearing this, Bizan's face immediately darkened.

"This is an internal matter for us orcs, and it's none of your business as outsiders."

"Roland is not a noblewoman of the empire at all; she is a fox spirit and a traitor to our church."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"you!!!"

Bizan's finger trembled slightly as he pointed at Lywind, so he simply picked up the bloodline instrument, preparing to forcibly perform an examination.

"Hmph! Once the bloodline meter is activated, you'll know whether that's true or not!"

Lywind then waved her hand, and the leading standard-bearer maid quickly stepped in front of Roland, blocking Bizan's path.

"Get out of my way!"

Bizan's eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he looked as if he wanted to devour the flag bearer's maid alive.

Lywind showed no fear, and her magic began to circulate. With the release of the pressure of intermediate-level magic, the maid squad behind her also went into a defensive stance.

"Bishop Bizan, verifying bloodlines requires arbitration; this is the law of our country!"

At the same time, the orc warriors of the Flufftooth Guard also bared their teeth, and the atmosphere between the two sides was tense, as if they were about to fight at the church entrance.

Senator Gottfried's legs were trembling when he saw this.

Damn it, if these two big shots were to fight in the capital, I'd be the first one to be thrown out as a pawn.

Those old fogies in the Imperial Council will definitely pin all the blame on him to absolve themselves of responsibility for causing the unrest in the capital.

"Calm down, everyone, calm down."

He quickly stood between Lywind and Bizan.

"Your Excellencies, you must not make a move in the capital!"

His face contorted into a bitter expression. He winked at Bizan, whose face was pale, and pulled Lywin aside, whispering words of advice.

"Your Excellency Lywind, this matter has already been tacitly approved by the council's higher-ups, so you and Princess Elizabeth need not concern yourselves with it!"

Lywind remained unmoved and gently raised her chin.

"acquiescence?"

"Since you've tacitly agreed, why not hold an arbitration conference? A resolution can be passed anyway, right?"

Congressman Gottfried nearly choked on his breath, clutching his chest and gasping for air for several seconds before recovering.

"Lady Lywind, the way you and Princess Elizabeth are doing this...it's putting us in a difficult position."

Lywind simply scoffed.

"Difficult to handle?"

"Then let's not do it!"

"Hurry back and prepare for the arbitration meeting!"

"So many members of the council were unaware of this, what right do you have to act on your own? Where is the authority of the council? Where is the dignity of the empire?"

Lywind spoke without lowering her voice at all, and everyone around her heard her clearly.

This is clearly an attempt to support Roland.

These words immediately heightened the tension once again.

Just as the two sides were about to fight, another commotion broke out outside the street.

A caravan of magical carriages arrived and slowly came to a stop in front of the church, blocking the view between the two groups.

Immediately afterwards, a group of aliens wearing glasses and exuding an air of scholarship walked down.

Dark elves, vampires, white dwarves, and even a mermaid who hops across the land with its tail.

The mermaid lady has a huge chest, and when she bounces on the ground, it's like a chicken playing basketball, going up and down, left and right.

The young nobles stared in disbelief.

Roland's eyes lit up as well.

The sense of déjà vu, the scholarly air, the academic demeanor.

This must be the reinforcements Vina brought!

While Tiger Bizan and the others were confronting Lywind, Roland glanced back at Vina.

Then we saw Vina scratching her head.

Roland: "???"

Is that head-scratching for real? Has she given up on her goddess image?

And isn't this supposed to be reinforcements brought in by the nerds' gathering?

Whose subordinate is this?

Seemingly in response to the questions raised by the crowd, three people stepped out from the group.

They were a male dark elf, the voluptuous female mermaid from before, and a fat, middle-aged businessman.

They each wore a badge made entirely of silver-white mithril, with a magic crystal embedded in the gear background.

This indicates that they come from a new force that has emerged in the Empire in recent decades: the Mithril Technological Advancement Association.

The association is composed of scholars from various races and aims to promote the popularization and universalization of magical technology. It is the most radical reform force in the magical industrial revolution.

Although they had never met Roland, the leader of the branch in the capital region, they were connected.

That was the fifth prince of the empire, Pangno Lionheart.

Among the trio who emerged, the fat, middle-aged businessman was none other than Old Biden, who had coerced and bribed Roland a year ago when she had just transmigrated.

The three approached the church.

Then, the mermaid and the dark elf in the trio froze on the spot the moment they saw Roland up close.

Miss Mermaid tilted her head to the left.

For some reason, she inexplicably felt a sense of... closeness to Roland?

But Roland is clearly a fox, a creature that runs on the ground.

I'm someone who swims in the water; there's no reason for me to be involved.

The male dark elves, on the other hand, had their brows furrowed.

It might be hard for anyone to believe, but he was a high-ranking dark elf who had been fighting in the mortal world for four or five hundred years.

I actually have a tiny bit of an urge to be a simp for Roland and kiss her toes.

What's going on?

Seeing that the two people beside him were stunned, the middle-aged businessman was a little confused.

He could only step forward alone and bow to Bizan, Councilor Gottfred, Head Maid Lywind, and Roland, who were present.

"I am Peter Griffin of the Mithril Technology Association, and I extend my greetings to you on behalf of His Highness the Fifth Prince."

Senator Gottfried was already somewhat numb.

He found himself caught in a terrible vortex.

First it was Princess Elizabeth the Third, and now the Fifth Prince has appeared. He wouldn't be surprised if a dragon appeared next.

If God gave him another chance, he would never take on this task of accompanying and praising someone, absolutely not!

He was internally frantic, but since things had come to this, he could only force an awkward smile.

"Sir, may I ask what brings you here today?"

"Of course, it's because of Miss Roland!"

Peter Griffin faced Roland, pretending not to recognize her at all, and took out an exquisite box from his spatial ring and opened it.

"Dear Miss Roland, the various new technologies developed by the Roland Group are truly astounding to our Mithril Technology Association."

"Following a vote by association members, we cordially invite you to join our association and become a Silver Member!"

The exquisite box was opened in front of Roland, and in the center of the expensive silk lay a mithril badge, the same one worn by the three of them.

The moment he extended the invitation, Bizan, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, finally couldn't take it anymore and roared.

"That's enough!"

"Is this never going to end?!"

"You...are you deliberately going against my Church of Vulcan?!"

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