Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Speak, little nun!"

"Where did you hear the name 'Elna of Fushan'?"

Caryl grabbed Roland's chin, forcing her to look up at her.

Roland was so frightened by the magical pressure that she was stunned and could only stammer, unable to say anything.

Are you expecting her to say that she learned it from a strategy guide?

She felt like she was doomed.

The best outcome would be being locked in a dark, sunless basement.

She gave birth to one little succubus after another, crying and whimpering.

"That despicable veteran player, bullying a newbie like me who's only been playing for twelve minutes! Trying to trick me, trying to ambush me!"

"This strategy guide is written by a bull demon!"

She could only curse in her heart while outwardly appearing pitiful and aggrieved.

"I...I don't know. A masked man told me I could sell potions here."

"I... I really just wanted to make some money, that's all."

Kalil narrowed her eyes, her alluring pink pupils filled with a dangerous glint.

I don't know how much time passed.

Caryl seems to have made a decision.

The chains binding Roland were removed, and the magical pressure was released.

"Cough cough..."

The pressure of the magic was released.

Roland immediately collapsed onto the counter, panting heavily.

She was already scared, especially since the strategies on Earth were no longer effective.

This succubus even knew her identity.

This suggests that she had paid attention to him, and it might even be related to the Fifth Prince.

With this thought in mind, Roland, despite her weak body, jumped off the high stool.

She was preparing to run away, abandoning even the magic potion.

"Hehe, I must survive!"

Roland tried her best to take steps with her short legs, but found that her little leather shoes were stuck in mid-air.

She had already been grabbed by the collar and lifted up by Kalil.

Then it was put back on the seat.

Caryl is a 1.8-meter-tall mature woman, so lifting up Roland, who is barely 1.6 meters tall, is a piece of cake for her.

She gracefully returned to the counter, looked at the trembling Roland, and said:

"Relax, little sister, that was just a test."

Roland didn't believe that at all, and shrank back as far as she could.

Caryl shrugged and decided to change the subject, pointing to the potions in the box.

"I'll pay you 12 gold coins a bottle for your potion."

"Two gold coins more than the market price of the [Reinforcer]."

"Huh?"

Roland looked up in surprise.

The red-haired mature woman in front of me returned to her languid state, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"What's so surprising? Since you know the code, aren't you here to sell potions?"

"We were indeed checking you just now, to prevent the surveillance team from setting a trap."

"As for the code... I don't care where you got it from. Since you dare to sell it, I dare to buy it."

Caryl continued fiddling with the test tube in her hand, watching the pink liquid flowing inside.

"But... is the potion you provided really a [booster]?"

It's important to know that the main ingredient in commercially available "enhancing agents" is actually body parts of male green-skinned goblins.

Therefore, every potion is dark green.

This is also why it is prohibited from circulation in the market.

Before Roland could react to the change in her mind, the offer caught her attention, and she nodded hastily.

"I guarantee this is the [enhancer], and it's even more effective."

"Oh? How are you going to prove it?"

Just as Roland was about to answer, she met Kalil's aggressive gaze.

The other person looked at him provocatively and even licked their lips.

Was I being teased?

Roland was afraid that the succubus would seize her to test the drug, so she quickly looked away and avoided looking at Kalil.

Seeing this, Caryl shrugged and turned her gaze back to the potion.

She uncorked the potion and dipped a finger into the liquid.

Immediately, a magical light flickered at her fingertips.

[Potion Perception]

A basic spell, but its learning difficulty is comparable to that of an intermediate spell.

Its purpose is to roughly determine the effect of a potion.

A minute later, Caryl nodded, acknowledging Roland's potion.

"Not bad, although the color is different, it is indeed a [reinforcer]."

"There are hardly any side effects, and the enhancement effect is more comprehensive."

"To be honest, this is already considered a new type of potion. What's it called?"

Caryl's face flushed slightly, and her pink eyes seemed to ignite with a flame of desire, making Roland momentarily dazed.

"A potent... virility potion."

Roland replied instinctively, then suddenly came to her senses.

"You...you're using charm on me?!"

"Hehehe." Caryl chuckled lightly, tilting her head to look at Roland.

"A new kind of potion~" she said with a drawn-out laugh.

"Little nun, if I were you, I wouldn't be foolish enough to come here and sell this kind of potion."

"If I wanted to, you could be locked up right now."

"They used all sorts of methods to extract the potion recipe from me, and then they made potions for me every day."

Roland bit her lip.

"Since you've said that, you don't want to lock me up, right?"

Caryl was somewhat surprised and nodded approvingly.

"Of course, of course."

"Little nun, you're very interesting. I'm also a person of principle."

"As compensation for my previous offense, I am willing to buy your potion for 15 gold coins per bottle."

"And if you have similar good products in the future, you can sell them to me as well."

"The price will satisfy you."

"I'll say it lightly," Caryl said, without putting the cork back in the test tube, and then tilted her head back and drank it down.

"Oh, just as I expected, it's really high-quality stuff."

The potion went down my throat without any bitterness whatsoever.

Its smooth texture is like drinking peach juice with milk.

The medicine's effects were extremely mild, gradually filling her lower body and tail with power.

The heart-shaped tail behind it seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and it started to wag happily.

She gave a charming smile and praised.

"Unbelievable! There's such a delicious potion in the world, little nun! You're truly amazing!"

It's just a random little chess piece, but it seems to be hiding a big secret.

Kalil did not say the second half of the sentence.

Instead, he took a bag of jingling gold coins from the void and pushed it to Roland.

As for the wooden box containing the remaining four vials of potent medicine, she put it away.

Roland's eyes lit up when she saw the bulging money bag.

"Thank you for your patronage. The boss is very generous. Boss, FUCK You!"

Then it stretched out its little paws, grabbed the money bag, and pulled it towards itself.

It wouldn't budge...

Roland's smile froze slightly as she looked up in confusion at Kalil, who was holding the money pouch.

Caryl's face flushed pink, as if she were drunk or in heat, beautiful and alluring.

Like a ripe peach.

Her soft red lips parted and closed, but the hot breath she exhaled made Roland feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Hehehe, little nun, don't be in such a hurry."

"The deal is done, but..."

"You don't want the church to find out about secretly selling illegal potions, do you?"

"A future little saint?"

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On the way home, Roland diligently wiped her neck with her little hands.

There were more than a dozen lip prints densely packed on it.

The peach-scented lipstick still lingered on her lips.

"That wretched succubus, she's practically a dog."

Roland grumbled and muttered, her little face flushed.

That bastard Caryl not only kissed her everywhere, but also secretly pinched her a few times.

How could this transmigrator, who had been single for twenty years, possibly withstand it?

If they don't run away soon, they might not even face debt default.

He was about to lose his first blood.

If she were the one on the offensive, that would be fine, but that succubus...

Her tail was already wrapped around Roland's waist! And it was even trying to reach towards her lower abdomen!

If I hadn't given her a 10 gold coin tip, she would have definitely turned on me!

As the cold night wind blew, Roland tightened her gray-black cloak and strode towards the church.

After she left, a furtive figure entered Caryl's café.