Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

New Sprout Street, Old Port District, Church Garden.

Sometimes Roland would have trouble sleeping, and on those days, he would go for a walk here.

In fact, she has been experiencing more and more insomnia lately, and there is always a strange restlessness in her heart, like a junior student with overflowing teenage hormones, feeling a bit repressed.

Even if it takes off from the spot, it won't alleviate the problem.

She had considered whether it was a problem with the [Desire Imprint], but since the control ring was destroyed, it had fallen silent.

In the end, she could only attribute it to being too busy during this period, which caused a slight imbalance in her endocrine system.

After all, during this month, she not only had to develop the industry, but also help Caril manage Pink Harbor.

Caryl actually went to the Dark Underground all by herself, saying she was going to attend the Night Scholars' Guild.

Although Roland has the insight of a modern person and good management skills, she is really exhausted.

……

After taking a walk in the garden, Roland returned to the church on the first floor.

The chapel is no longer as cramped as it used to be; thanks to the power of money, its area has tripled.

The once ordinary wooden chairs have been replaced with almond oak, which is high-end, sturdy, and emits a subtle glow, which tourists all praise.

The statue of the Goddess of Light at the very front, with the support of the Church of Light, has been replaced with a super-enhanced version sculpted by a master.

Made entirely of pure white sacred plaster, it shines brightly even at night, as if inhabited by fireflies.

The carving techniques have been greatly improved.

The statues of the past could only be described as roughly human-like, but the pure white statues of today are clearly those of a gentle and beautiful woman.

It fully showcases the beauty and charm of the Goddess of Light.

Although Roland did not believe in Him, she still felt a sense of peace in His presence.

However, Roland had always had a question in her mind.

In the game's promotional image, the God of Light, who was being fought as a boss, was someone she remembered as a male god.

Why are all the statues of deities in churches depicting beautiful women?

Roland studied the face of the Goddess of Light for a moment, and thought that since she was already here, she might as well offer a prayer.

"May the goddess bless my Kuku so she can make a fortune and her business thrive..."

At that moment, a melodious female voice came from beside the statue.

"I never imagined Sister Roland was so devout. I thought you were no longer pure after as you were associated with the Society of Night Scholars."

Roland was startled and her large breasts bounced violently.

"Holy crap, who's talking?!"

Roland turned her head and saw that it was Serafie dressed as a saint.

She felt a chill run down her spine; the warning array set up by Kalil had been breached without any reaction.

How powerful must this Holy Maiden of Light be!

When Serafie saw Roland's frightened expression, he gave her a gentle smile.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm, and I'm glad to see that you still believe in the God of Light."

Roland thought to herself, "I'm so annoyed."

She's nervous because she doesn't believe in the God of Light.

After calming down a bit, Roland bowed and asked.

"Your Highness Saintess Seraphim, is there something you need from me so late at night?"

"If it's the Krusty Krab recipe, there's really nothing I can do. The Night Scholars are just cooperating with me unilaterally; I can't interfere at all."

Seraf waved his hand.

"The Krusty Krab secret recipe is in the past. I'm here today simply to confirm whether you still believe in our God."

"After all, you're involved with far too many forces. The Iron Church and the Night Scholars are both very adept at using underhanded methods."

Roland thought of the two marks on her body and nodded in agreement.

"What Your Highness says is true. They do indeed have many dishonorable methods, unlike us who are so upright and honest."

Seraf was pleased with what Roland said, and couldn't help but move closer to Roland and pat her head.

"Good child, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You are indeed a devout and good child."

"You don't need to be so formal in the future, just call me Sister Serafie."

Roland glanced at Serafie.

It's no wonder she's the character who gets to wear a bikini and pole dance alongside her in the game's promotional images.

She is indeed very maternal, and it would be appropriate to call her "older sister".

So she sweetly called out, "Sister Serafie."

"Alright, alright, since that's the case, then I'll give you some nice things."

As he spoke, Serafie gathered a beam of light, which gradually outlined a complex pattern in mid-air.

"This thing is called the [Radiant Imprint]. Not only can it gradually increase your affinity for the power of the light element, but most importantly, it can protect you from being enslaved by others."

"With this mark, you will no longer have to fear the dirty tricks of the Steel Church and the Night Scholars."

Roland: "???"

If you're not a good guy, who would give a branded mark as a gift?

Do you guys have some kind of weird quirk? Why do you always have to target her for all the benefits?

Should I tell Serafie that I already have two brands on my body and that I really can't get any more?

Roland's lips twitched as she watched the space around her gradually being sealed off by the faint magical light, and finally nodded helplessly.

"Thank you, sister. My loyalty to the church is as clear as day and night."

……

Serafie truly lives up to her title as the strongest saintess, a super expert at the quasi-saint level.

The branding process was not only quick, but also did not require any magical tools; it was done directly on Roland's forehead with her slender jade fingers.

However, Roland still felt a surge of heat and was slightly out of breath.

Without a doubt, this is something that originates from the same source as the imprint of desire, only with a different emphasis.

"Okay, it shouldn't hurt too much now, right?"

Seraf gently blew a breath onto Roland's forehead.

"Uh, it's okay, just a little uncomfortable."

Roland said, blushing slightly.

Serafie gave an apologetic look.

"Sorry, this is my first time trying this too, I'm not very good at it."

Roland looked at Serafie with a puzzled expression. The blonde woman's face was pale and she looked very weak.

Huh? Why is she different from the others? Is this saintess using her own power to cast the mark?

Roland seemed to have caught a whiff of something big.

At this moment, Seraf took Roland's hand and led her towards the statue of the Goddess of Light.

"Next, let's pray to the goddess together."

Seeing Seraf's unwavering demeanor, Roland had no choice but to pretend to pray.

However, Seraf's hand, which was holding hers, was slightly sweaty, and he did not appear calm.

This made Roland's doubts grow.

As a saint, couldn't Serafie maintain her composure even while praying?

When Roland couldn't help but ask a question, the system, which had been silent all along, suddenly popped up.

[Seraphim Irina requests faith points from you. The target is...]

[Beep! Target malfunction.]

Please manually select the payment recipient: Kanth, the God of Light, and Ainard, the Goddess of Radiance.

Roland's pupils dilated in shock.

What...what's going on? How can the Church of Light have two gods?!