Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

According to Renee's observation, Roland is very easygoing and more like a boy in his daily life.

Therefore, a cricket with a full set of black silk will not be detected.

"Hehehe, Miss Roland is so unguarded... I love her the most."

Just as Renee was about to happily pick up the big red, two hands reached out and picked her up.

"Rene? What are you doing here?"

Renee turned around in a daze and found that it was her dear sister Jenny.

"Sister? You, what are you doing here!"

Jenny waved the report in her hand.

"I'm here to deliver a report to Miss Roland. There's been an increase in believers recently, and the first floor of the church needs to be further expanded."

With that, Jenny put down the report.

He had no intention of leaving Renee behind, and slowly carried her out of the room.

"Don't disturb Miss Roland's work here. Come with your sister to inspect the hot water workshop."

Renee's eyes widened in fury, and she reached out her hand toward the laundry basket in despair.

"As long as... as long as we can get to that place."

"No!!!"

Renee's heart is broken, just like that of the aggressive guy whose heart of Africa was stolen by Uluru blocking the bridge.

……

Salia was blocked by Alice and failed to get Roland's original flavor, leaving her feeling gloomy.

For a long time to come, she will be busy with the expansion of Pink Harbor and the training of staff.

They also need to package Roland's photos into high-end books and promote them to the outside world.

It will be a long time before we see Roland.

Without Miss Roland's original flavor, how will she get through the lonely nights?

He had no choice but to resort to shamelessness and tantrums, and finally got the catgirl uniform that Roland had worn.

but!

The black stockings had a really strong scent and had been washed.

Salia was on the verge of tears, and sobbed as she embarked on her return journey.

Sheep was very happy about this and absolutely couldn't let her repressed sister get away with it.

……

Another week passed, and at the end of November, the capital city welcomed its first snowfall.

The snowfall seemed heavier than usual, and the temperature was also lower, but it did not affect the church.

Roland, holding a hot cocoa, sat on the comfortable sofa, admiring the swirling snowflakes outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Despite the biting cold outside, the magically heated room allowed her to still wear a thin dress.

To keep her legs warm, she also wore black pantyhose.

This drew frequent glances from Renee and Jenny.

This troubled Roland somewhat.

Ever since the "Cat Saintess Photobook" was seen by insiders, everyone has suddenly started paying attention to their feet.

Roland could only pray silently in her heart.

"Please don't end up like those players in the MingO Ark Prison."

Just then, the Nightingale Maid's voice came from the side.

"Miss Roland?"

"Miss Roland?"

"Miss Roland, are you listening?"

"Huh?" Roland finally realized what was happening and turned to look at Nightingale.

"What did you just say?"

Nightingale waved the report in her hand and repeated the sentence helplessly.

"People from the slums are constantly migrating to the vicinity of the hot water workshop, where they are taking advantage of the warm environment to spend the winter."

"As the number of people continues to increase, the security situation has deteriorated, and we need your instructions."

Upon hearing this, Roland looked out through the French windows.

In the distance, the snow around the towering magic furnace of the hot water workshop has melted.

The slum dwellers who migrated there built simple houses on the open ground.

Winter came too early and was too cold this year.

There are too many unemployed people.

Roland remained silent for a moment, then stood up and put on a thick fur coat.

"Nightingale, Jenny, let's go on an inspection."

"OK!"

The two responded in unison.

Nightingale glanced discreetly at Roland's black-stockinged feet and picked up a pair of high heels from the side.

"Miss Roland, let me put your shoes on for you."

Roland looked at the dark-skinned elven maid in surprise, her gaze shifting to the control collar around her neck.

Is this the effect of the collar?

Could it be that the dark-skinned elf is finally starting to show loyalty to me?

……

……

To the east of the hot water workshop are employee dormitories, while to the west is a large open space.

The pipes, partially buried in the ground, created a warm area around them.

The area is small and the temperature is not high, but it is still above zero degrees Celsius.

People with nowhere else to turn set up a makeshift settlement here.

Everywhere you look, there are simple tents and tiny houses made of wooden planks.

People wander through the open space, then walk to the notice board to pick up tasks posted by the hot water workshop.

These tasks are simple: cleaning, shoveling snow, handling excrement, and maintaining order.

These jobs were unpaid; instead, they involved distributing substandard Krusty Krab products that didn't taste very good, but were enough to fill one's stomach.

Many poor people who failed the recruitment also stayed here to make a living.

This gave them a chance to survive the winter.

……

On the main road in the distance, Roland, cloaked, was surveying the surroundings with Nightingale and Jenny.

As Roland walked and talked, she suddenly saw a middle-aged man in work clothes walking towards her.

"Lady Roland, it really is you! I thought I was seeing things."

Lawrence spoke while giving a slight bow.

Roland paused for a moment, then looked at Lawrence with surprise.

"You are... Lawrence?"

"Didn't you work at the docks? When did you join the hot water workshop?"

"I was attracted by the workshop's salary and joined through the recruitment process."

Lawrence chuckled and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Of course, I also want to repay your life-saving grace and serve you."

Roland had a good impression of the engineer. They exchanged a few pleasantries and talked about the current situation of the hot water workshop.

Lawrence became quite animated when he mentioned this.

"Thanks to the hot water workshop, many people who were supposed to die this winter have survived."

"The York family's daughter, Mrs. Vincent, and many other children from the slums that I know are now settled in the neighborhood."

He talked on and on, a joyful smile on his face.

But then, as if he had thought of something, his expression showed some struggle, but he still lowered his voice and said.

"By the way, Lady Roland, you should know that I repaired the Zaunite Mana Furnace, right?"

"During this period of time, I studied the blueprints of the hot water plant and found that many pipes were unnecessary."

Roland raised an eyebrow, signaling Lawrence to continue.

Lawrence swallowed hard, and said with a hint of worry.

"The pipes near these workshops are only used for heating...and they also increase fuel costs."

He swallowed hard and said with difficulty.

"I overheard the employees talking about how the hot water workshop has been losing money."

"Lady Roland, should we... try removing these pipes?"

Roland looked at Lawrence with a puzzled expression.

Is his personal charisma really that high? This employee is even worried about his boss's profits.

He set up the hot water workshop to attract the poor and collect faith points, but he couldn't say it outright.

She waved her hand dismissively, pretending not to care.

"That little bit of heat loss won't save you much money. Besides, Krusty Krab can make back the losses from the hot water factory in no time."

"It would cost me money to demolish it, so let's leave it at that."

"Go to work now, and don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

As she spoke, Roland resumed her patrol.

Lawrence was left standing there, stunned.

Then, as if he had figured something out, he called out in the direction of Roland.

"Lady Roland!"

Roland turned around and saw Lawrence bowing deeply to her.

"You are such a good person, thank you for everything you have done for the slums!"

Looking at this scene, Roland felt a sense of satisfaction, and her steps became much lighter.

"Hmph hmph hmph~"

The high heels clicked crisply on the floor, and the delicate little feet drew the attention of both Jenny and Nightingale.

Especially the nightingale.

For a moment, she felt that Roland was so dazzling.

I don't know if I was genuinely moved.

Little Bean still controlled Big Head.

For the first time, she felt that the Fifth Prince's business theories were wrong, and that Miss Roland was right.

Tsk, she shouldn't have looked at that "Cat Saintess Photobook".

If even a superhuman with such a strong will is moved by her, what will others think?

I never even dared to imagine it.