Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Diagonally opposite the Krusty Krab, in a newly built wooden house.

"Hurry up and install the rivets, and get to work!"

"Pay close attention to the instructions when filling in the inferior magic crystals, otherwise the magic furnace will malfunction and we won't be able to afford to compensate you even if we sell you!"

The foreman of the Pink Harbor construction team shouted orders.

Before me is a Zaunite Furnace that is about to be assembled.

Roland, with little Alice by her side, watched the construction site.

This is the hot water workshop she plans to open.

Powered by the Zaunian Furnace, a fire magic array is activated to melt and heat snow, providing cheap and abundant hot water.

The magic furnace was taken from the Iron Church.

The filtration technology was obtained through deception from the Church of Light.

The construction team was borrowed from Pink Harbor.

The power of a traitor who serves three masters is terrifying.

As for the pollution caused by placing the Zaunian Furnace and drinking water together, it was offset by the [Stabilizing Potion].

Anyway, this thing consumes very little energy as long as it's in a closed space.

She wouldn't be so immoral as to sit at the same table as a lowly person.

In her vision, the hot water workshop would provide cheap hot water while creating hundreds of jobs.

The job duties were nothing more than shoveling snow, moving things, and packaging for sales.

It was designed specifically for people in slums.

Most importantly, the hot water workshop will generate a fairly large warm area.

To address this, Roland built inexpensive wooden houses in the surrounding area.

These wooden houses are all two stories high, and the interiors resemble dormitories, using bunk beds.

It also utilizes waste heat from the hot water plant to provide heating services.

Of course, all of this is only for the benefit of Roland's employees.

……

As the weather grew colder, the capital city experienced its first freezing rain.

Just as the two little girls said, major factories have begun to lay off workers, with the first targets being the weak, sick, and disabled.

As for why they haven't aged, it's because people in the slums don't live to that age, haha.

Against this backdrop, Roland began a large-scale recruitment drive.

The highest demand comes from Krusty Krab delivery drivers.

This isn't a food delivery worker on Earth; there are no cell phones or the internet in this other world.

Krusty Krab delivery means that the Krabby Krab is placed in an insulated box and sold directly outside.

This job requires no prior knowledge and effectively addresses the issue of insufficient branch locations.

Next are the general laborers and porters at the [Hot Water Workshop].

Finally, there are the good-looking and promising young men and women.

These children will be sent to Pink Harbor for nurturing, image building, and holistic education.

And most importantly, ideological education.

Of course, Roland didn't become rich and want to engage in any underhanded dealings.

These trained children not only ensure loyalty but also serve as a valuable source of new talent.

Church nuns, a vital force in Pink Harbor's commercial activities.

As for salary costs, Roland isn't exactly a demon.

Salaries for all positions are reduced to 30% of those for similar positions, but employees will be provided with a daily Krabby Patty "Worker's Meal," employee dormitories, and plenty of hot water.

It received unanimous praise from the employees.

……

On the third floor of the church, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Roland's room was warm and comfortable, with the magic crystal chandelier casting a warm yellow light that contrasted sharply with the dark sky outside the window.

People on the road huddled together, shivering against the cold brought by the icy rain, gritting their teeth as they lined up in long queues, waiting for their interviews.

Roland stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a warm milk tea, and because of the ample heating, she even had to change into a light dress.

Roland had only ever seen this kind of contrasting imagery in satirical films.

Little did I know that I would now become a figure in a painting.

"If I were to take a picture right now, I'd be hanged from a lamppost."

The Nightingale maid standing nearby did not understand the meaning behind Roland's words and replied.

"No, in fact, your actions have saved many people in the slums."

Roland turned back to look at the nightingale in surprise.

It seems that ever since the hot water workshop was built, this ascetic, dark-skinned elf has become much more docile.

Normally, if she doesn't activate the collar twice a day, she'll act like she's itching for a beating, but these past few days she hasn't said a word back to her.

Today I even started flattering her.

What's going on? Is this Stockholm syndrome?

Roland walked over to the dark-skinned elf, circling around him as she looked him over.

Nightingale is a typical dark elf, with wheat-colored skin, long white hair, a tall and shapely figure, and a cold and aloof face that exudes asceticism.

She was previously an assassin under the Fifth Prince, responsible for combat and intelligence gathering, and possessed an agile physique.

Now, wearing the maid outfit produced by the Roland System, along with the white stockings with suspenders that dig into her flesh, she exudes a contrasting sense of both coolness and sexiness.

Like those combat maids in anime who can fight enemies or warm your bed.

Nightingale felt a little flustered by Roland's gaze and asked.

"Miss Roland, is there something strange about me?"

Roland stared at Nightingale's somewhat embarrassed eyes and shook her head.

"It's not your body that's strange, it's your brain... but that's not necessarily true."

"Maybe the collar gave you some strange properties, which is why your brain became so weird."

Nightingale wasn't clueless; she quickly grasped what Roland meant.

Then his cheeks flushed, and he said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not a succubus from Pink Harbor."

"Then why have you suddenly become so... mild-mannered these past few days?"

Roland originally wanted to say "docile," but considering that elves are quite concerned about their image, she changed her wording.

The nightingale looked conflicted.

"How should I put it... because I've discovered that you're actually a good person?"

Roland tilted her head.

"Why use a question? Aren't I a good person?"

Nightingale was taken aback by Roland's answer, and nodded.

"You are indeed a good person. Whether it's the Krusty Krab, the Hot Water Factory, or the large-scale recruitment, you have saved many people who would have died in poverty."

"Actually, I think you and His Highness the Fifth Prince should have a lot in common."

Hearing Nightingale's words, Roland was taken aback.

The Fifth Prince? Who is that?

Oh, it seems to be the villain who planted the "Desire Imprint" on her. She's almost forgotten about him because he hasn't appeared in so long.

Later, Nightingale was caught red-handed by Kalil, who destroyed the ring that controlled the imprint, and Roland completely forgot about her.

To be honest, she still owes that fat, rich merchant 50,000 gold coins.

Unfortunately, the wealthy businessman, seeing her growing power, dared not ask for money from her superiors anymore.

I recently heard that the Fifth Prince got involved in the dwarf dispute, which seems to be related to the lower classes.

Maybe he slept with a dwarf's wife, haha.

Thinking about it this way, Roland felt even more that the Fifth Prince had gotten lucky.

She shrugged.

"I don't think so, after all, the prince you mentioned has attacked me."

Nightingale naturally knew that Roland was referring to the "Imprint of Desire".

She lowered her head and said.

"I apologize to you on behalf of His Highness. His Highness acted for the development of the empire and the common people."

Roland narrowed her eyes.

"Please, you're my maid now, why are you still calling me 'Your Highness' all the time?"

"My interpersonal relationships are so chaotic right now, all thanks to this thing on my stomach, okay?"

As Roland spoke, she suddenly thought of a story from a certain Japanese work and revealed a malicious smile.

"Speaking of which, I can't let all the suffering I've endured these past few days go to waste."

"Since you're so loyal to the prince you speak of, then you can pay it back for him."

Nightingale looked at Roland, whose expression had suddenly twisted, and her muscles tensed up; she felt a sudden urge to run away.

"Don't run away, stand still!"

As Roland gave the order, the collar suddenly glowed faintly. To avoid being overwhelmed by the sensory shock, Nightingale had no choice but to stay put.

Seeing this, Roland burst into a strange laugh.

"Hehehe..."