Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Caryl looked forward to meeting Roland at the banquet in the dark underground.

Ms. Tree was also by Roland's side, looking forward to the effects of the [Harvest Mark].

When the last stroke was completed, the entire branding magic was finished.

At this point, Roland possessed a lifespan comparable to that of a tree spirit, as well as the stamina recovery efficiency of a frost giant.

Not only can I accompany her forever, but I'll also never lack the strength to chop people up.

As for the appearance and style of the branding.

With her artistic talent as a tree spirit, she carved the patterns into exquisite beauty.

In the dim light, the patterns glow with a warm yellow light, as if breathing, further enhancing the allure of the Roland.

The tree spirit's lower abdomen was burning with rage just looking at it.

"Wow, this is beautiful! What tree spirit could withstand such a test?"

She gave him a fierce look and couldn't help but swallow.

"Anyway, Miss Roland is so drunk she's meowing, so touching her again shouldn't be noticed."

Ms. Shu muttered to herself as she prepared to try it out.

At this moment, the faint light of the harvest mark began to flicker, like Ultraman running out of power.

This frightened her.

Although his own power is currently insufficient, his branding magic is much weaker than that of others.

But [Harvest Mark] is a very stable blessing-type magic, so why does it look like it's about to explode?

She quickly gathered healing magic, ready to do everything in her power to save him should she sense anything amiss.

However, the harvest mark only flashed for three minutes before settling back down.

The back-and-forth seemed rather inexplicable.

Just as Ms. Shu was about to conduct a thorough examination, another strange phenomenon occurred.

However, this time the problem wasn't with the brand, but with Roland herself.

Miss Roland... has truly had a bountiful harvest.

An unimaginable scene unfolded before Ms. Tree, making her almost forget to breathe.

"W-what...what is this?! How could Miss Roland possibly be breastfeeding?!"

She was rambling incoherently, as if Columbus had discovered a new continent or goblins had captured a little saint.

"That's impossible! I swear to God, the harvest mark doesn't have that effect."

"Thank God, I was really blessing Miss Roland, and I absolutely did not intend to make her strange."

She couldn't even imagine how Roland would look at her after discovering this.

I'll definitely be seen as a pervert, right?

"No, we have to find a way to cover this up."

Ms. Shu forced herself to calm down, and her original desire to take advantage of him vanished.

The oppressive atmosphere has been temporarily suppressed, and intelligence has once again taken over.

She gathered profound sealing magic, preparing to temporarily seal Roland's special abilities.

However, the magic had just been formed when it collapsed on its own with a "crack".

At the same time, Ms. Shu's face turned even darker, and her expression was as if she had eaten feces.

"Cough cough cough... I overdid it too much today, my old tree."

Ms. Tree looked up and saw that a large patch of leaves on the original tree had turned yellow and withered, which pained her deeply.

I thought I could live a good life after running away, but in less than half a day, I almost lost all my savings.

Helpless, Ms. Tree had no choice but to give up the seal and instead began to think about what posture she should use to kneel down and apologize the next morning, so that it would be more elegant and sincere.

Without realizing it, she shifted her gaze back to Roland.

It would have been better if I hadn't looked; once I did, I was shocked to realize something was wrong.

"Huh?"

"Why does this thing look so much like the potion meant for me?"

She picked up a glass bottle from the side, examining it from side to side, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

A moment later, Ms. Shu straightened up as if startled, panting heavily as she looked up.

"My God, is this the goddess of harvest? Who the hell can believe this?"

……

Nothing was said that night. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting soft dappled patterns on the grass in front of the church.

Nightingales are usually the first to rise in a church.

She would prepare breakfast and deliver it to Roland's room before Roland woke up, and help Roland get up and wash.

Based on her understanding of Roland, she had experienced a fierce battle and witnessed the human tragedy in the slaughterhouse yesterday.

I'll probably stay in bed until noon today, and I'll also spend some time reading storybooks and not doing anything productive.

At times like these, she can use the excuse of relaxing to give Miss Roland a massage.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like I've made a profit.

This made her hum a folk tune from the dark depths of the earth.

However, once she reached the third floor, Nightingale's expression froze.

Roland's door was wide open, but she had vanished without a trace.

A series of delicate and lovely footprints appeared on the carpet, extending all the way to the spiral staircase and disappearing behind the gate of the sky garden.

Along the way, there were crumbs of various snacks and traces of alcohol.

What made Nightingale's pupils tremble was also the coat and wool socks that Roland had taken off.

She remembered a breeding guide she had read a few days ago, and the contents were exactly the same as what she was seeing.

"Could it be that Miss Roland, due to stress, resorted to alcoholism and seeking pleasure, ultimately giving herself up to that tree upstairs?!"

Her eyes were bloodshot and she was panting heavily when she rushed to the gate of the Sky Garden.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open, and Nightingale arrived at the base of the tree with lightning speed.

"You shameless philandering tree, how dare you..."

Nightingale was about to start cursing, but the foul language got stuck in her throat.

Under the tree, by the pool, Roland lay fully clothed in a vine hammock, fast asleep with a relaxed expression.

Accompanied by gentle snoring, the ears on its head sway gently in a specific rhythm.

Meanwhile, the suspect, Ms. Shu, was leaning against a tree trunk some distance away, having entered a state of magical meditation.

Judging from the dense magical energy fluctuations around him, it was clearly a crucial moment to break through his bottleneck.

"Phew...that scared me to death."

The nightingale breathed a sigh of relief.

According to her experience, breakthrough meditations like this not only take a long time, but also require strict prohibition of excessive emotional fluctuations before entering the state.

Judging from Ms. Tree's appearance, she probably hasn't done anything to Miss Roland that would be enviable... no, rather, something that would be outrageous to both gods and men.

The nightingale then tiptoed to Roland's side.

Looking at the adorable fox, Loran, in the hammock, she couldn't resist reaching out to stroke the large golden fox ears on her head.

Following the information she had gathered about kemonomimi (animal-eared girls) the previous night, she imbued her fingers with gentle magic and slowly stroked along the edges of the fox ears.

Then, starting from the inside out, follow the direction of the ear hair growth and gently stroke it.

Roland was initially tense when touched, but relaxed after smelling the nightingale's scent and continued snoring.

After the nightingale had touched its ears, then its tail, then its jade feet... in short, after it had touched them to its heart's content.

They were just woken up.

"Wake up, Miss Roland, wake up! The sun's already high in the sky."

"Ah... what time is it? Why does the ceiling look so unfamiliar?"

"It's nine o'clock in the morning. You were drunk last night and fell asleep in the rooftop garden."

Upon hearing this, Roland immediately sat up with a start.

Good heavens, they've all come here.

It seems my alcohol tolerance is indeed not very good, and the difference between me and my pre-time travel self is too great.

Roland instinctively held her head, but the hangover dizziness she expected didn't come.

On the contrary, she was full of energy, and every cell in her body felt joy.

If I had to describe it, it would be that he was so healthy he could live for thousands of years, and with enough training he could lift twenty dwarves in one go without breaking a sweat.

And just like last time when I was drunk, the plump front armor gave off an extremely relaxed feeling.

"Holy crap, is [Elf Dragon Blood Brew] really that amazing?"

Roland couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, praising it repeatedly.

"As expected of Caryl's treasured wine, I must thank her when she returns and bring back a couple more bottles."