Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Bizan's sudden outburst startled the middle-aged businessman with a fat head and big ears.

He shoved the badge and box into Roland's hands, then quickly hid behind his companion, peeking out with his fat head.

"Hey, hey, hey~ Why did Bishop Bizan suddenly get angry?"

Bizan was so angry he laughed.

"Are you still going to play dumb?"

"Your Mithril Technology Association deliberately chose this time to come, isn't it just to elevate Roland's status and protect her?!"

"Do you really think it will work?"

Bizan paused, turned his head, and looked at Roland with a murderous gaze.

"Roland, I admit I underestimated you."

"To actually get two crown princes to step in and protect you, impressive!"

Bizan's words left Roland completely bewildered.

She pointed to her face and asked in a blank tone.

"I?"

"What methods did I use?"

Lywind and the Mithril Technology Advancement Association both came here on their own, okay?

The reinforcements she actually called for haven't arrived yet.

Roland's innocent look only fueled Bizan's anger, causing the fur on the tiger's face to stand on end.

"Are you trying to humiliate me?!"

"Roland, you don't think you can escape this just because the Third Princess and the Fifth Prince are involved, do you?"

"A princess who ran away and an illegitimate prince with absolutely no talent; their situation isn't much better."

"The rest of the royal family and the high-ranking nobles of the empire are all thinking about selling you for a good price right now."

"If I didn't need an excuse to face the other nobles and the general public, I could have taken you away without even verifying your bloodline!"

In his last few words, Bizan suddenly lowered his voice, so that only Roland, who was standing very close, could hear him.

Roland frowned.

"What do you mean?"

As she asked the question, she thought of the confidential information about the Church of Vulcan that Mao Mai Mai had provided before.

The latest technological product of the Church of Vulcan—sublimation crystal.

A talent-enhancing tool that was accidentally created using a technology based on faith and can be used by everyone.

Such rare and precious materials are indeed unsolvable in other worlds with extraordinary powers.

According to the information, the production volume of this thing should not be large, right?

Has there been a technological breakthrough?

Seeing Roland's furrowed brow, Bizan finally felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Hahaha, want to know what I mean?"

"You will understand when you become a serving saint in our church."

"Don't you even think about why the Empire is turning a blind eye to my actions today?"

"Using the arbitration conference as a pretext to delay will only force those nobles who are unwilling to come forward to stand up openly and side with my Church of Vulcan."

Bezan turned and looked at Senator Gottfred.

"Mr. Congressman, since you all wish to convene an arbitration meeting, then let it be convened."

"However, to prevent Roland Kane from taking the opportunity to escape, he will be temporarily escorted to the branch of the Noble Council in Haisen Port... Velvet Fang Guard, at your command."

"yes!"

The sound of orderly footsteps caused Lywind and the Mithril Association members to change their expressions simultaneously.

"Wait a minute, Roland is not a repeat offender, and she is now a nun of the Church of Light and a member of the Mithril Technology Advancement Association."

"She should have the right to freedom of movement while awaiting trial!"

Bizan completely ignored Lywind and the others' words.

His magic erupted without restraint, creating a terrifying pressure field around him.

At the same time, the wolf warriors of the Fluffy Fang Guard stepped forward in unison, their magical pressure, combined with Bizan's, assaulting the crowd.

The intensity of the pressure this time was vastly different from the previous standoff; it was clear they were getting serious.

Senator Gottfried, standing nearby, burst into tears and, disregarding aristocratic etiquette, grabbed Bezan's sleeve.

"Bishop Bizan, calm down!"

"If something goes wrong in the capital, you'll be fine, but I'll have to take the blame!"

Bizan shoved the greasy middle-aged senator aside and snorted disdainfully.

"I'll compensate you afterwards, so get out of my way!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "compensation".

Upon hearing this, Senator Gottfred's expression paused for a moment, then immediately brightened, and he returned to his usual nonchalant demeanor, obediently slipping aside.

Bizan dismissed Councilor Gottfred and grinned as he looked at Lywind and the Mithril Technology Association members, who were on high alert.

"You don't actually think you can stop our Flesh Fang Guard with just this few people, do you?"

"The fighting power of the Church of Vulcan is beyond your imagination!"

The merwoman from the Mithril Association hopped her tail twice, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice with a frown.

"Lord Bizan!"

"Don't you consider the consequences of acting rashly?"

Bizan scoffed.

"Sorry, I'm really not afraid."

"I was just trying to save some resources in the previous transactions, but now I don't care about those costs anymore. Let's go all out and make it big!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Although it's unclear what magical thing Bizan possesses that could so bewitch the empire's high command.

But judging from Senator Gottfred's reaction just now, it seems that Bezan is really not afraid of the consequences of taking action.

Bizan noticed the terrible expressions on everyone's faces.

He couldn't hold back any longer and burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha, no one can stop me from taking Roland away today!"

"Fluorite Guard, move..."

Before he could finish saying "take action," he was interrupted by a loud shout.

"Wait a minute!"

"Cough cough cough..."

This is the third time I've been interrupted today; even giving a thumbs-up almost made me choke on my saliva.

He turned his head and glared angrily at Roland, who had suddenly interrupted him.

"You slut, what are you yelling about!"

"My patience has its limits. If you keep interrupting me, I'll drag you back and give you a good beating!"

"Do you really expect reinforcements to come to your rescue?!"

A barely perceptible purple light flashed across Roland's neck, and the message Vina received through the brand caused her pupils to dilate slightly.

But she quickly suppressed her shock, a slight smile playing on her lips as she nodded repeatedly to Bizan.

"Yeah, yeah, there really are reinforcements!"

"Bishop Bizan, didn't you say I had good methods?"

"See, here comes my method."

Bizan looked at Roland as if she were an idiot.

"What's coming? You sly fox, are you scared out of your wits...?"

Before he finished speaking, a rhythmic vibration came from beneath his feet.

dong... dong... dong...

The vibrations were getting stronger, indicating that a huge object was approaching the New Sprout Street Church at a constant speed.

Everyone noticed something was wrong and quickly turned to look behind them.

Half a minute passed, and a huge outline began to appear.

A wolf scout scrambled into the garden gate, shouting to the crowd in a terrified tone.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"There's a dragon!"

"A red dragon is coming!"

As an orc, his perception of the dragon's might was even more acute; his trousers were already slightly damp.

The combat squad leader closest to him quickly kicked him away, avoiding the urine that was being thrown at him, and shouted angrily.

"Do you think we're blind? Get back there and wipe your pants clean!"

Senator Gottfred, standing to one side, gaped wide-eyed, staring in disbelief at the growing red giant.

He retracted his previous thought; he had assumed that he wouldn't be surprised even if a dragon appeared.

But now, damn it, a dragon has actually arrived!

Roland turned her gaze from the distance to Bizan, who was standing there dumbfounded. Her eyebrows curved into an infuriating arc, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

She took two steps closer with a sly grin and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Bishop Bizan, look, this is the sly fox you mentioned, the reinforcements he's brought."

"Alright, now you can really praise my skill."