Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Waaaaaah~~~~~

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong...

The whistle of the Magic Steamship rang out from the dock, accompanied by the workers' bells, announcing that the Memorial Ferry had entered its busiest day in decades.

"Make way!"

"The large ship has docked! Quickly clear the roads and open space!"

The port authority officer held a large tin megaphone and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Upon hearing the port authority's order, the dockworkers sprang into action, working hard to unload the cargo.

Finally, enough space was cleared before the large ship docked.

The workers quickly assembled by the mooring posts and waited for the large ship to dock.

However, the nobles' magic-powered ships were extremely advanced. The magic array patterns on the sides of the ships lit up, directly spraying out horizontal water jets, and drifting into the berth.

With the blessing of magical power, high-end ships from this other world can dock smoothly without the need for guide cables.

It's even more convenient than a horse-drawn carriage on land.

The all-around, 360-degree water jet magic circle is all about powerful, brick-like jets, requiring no practice in side-positioning the boat.

The dockworkers watched this outrageously extravagant scene, their lips twitching repeatedly, feeling both embarrassed and at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, the ship's ropes were dropped one by one and stopped in front of the mooring posts, which brought everyone back to their senses and allowed them to get back to work.

Immediately afterwards, the ship's belly hatch opened, and a chain of metal frames was laid across the stone-paved road of the dock.

First, fully armed knights led the way, then one magical carriage after another emerged from the ship, making a grand entrance through the central square of the memorial ferry crossing, and disappeared at the end of the road.

With the first large ship docking, the second and third followed.

The dockworkers were trembling with fear as they faced an increasing number of noblemen, but they also felt an overwhelming sense of excitement.

For them, this was the only opportunity in their lives to be so close to a noble family.

If you work hard and win the favor of a nobleman, even a casual tip can ensure your family's comfort for a whole year!

"Hey, have you heard? There used to be a dockworker who was strong and well-endowed. He caught the eye of a rich noblewoman and rose to prominence from then on."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, but I heard that rich woman can deliver a powerful, terrifying shot with a steel hoop ball."

"Pshaw, if I could become a nobleman's servant, what are crickets and steel-rimmed balls? Even if a pair of pliers were to crush a hot dog, I could resist the urge to bite!"

The dockworkers chattered amongst themselves as they took off their thin linen clothes.

In the sweltering July heat, his dark skin, glistening with sweat under the direct sunlight, exuded a philosophical aura.

This is extremely attractive to some noble ladies.

But for young noblemen and women, it was a very offensive and undignified sight.

"Oh dear! These rude commoners are so vulgar!"

A noblewoman dressed in an exquisite dress and with her hair tied in a low ponytail spat and quickened her pace with a look of disgust on her face.

"The scenery at this harbor is so beautiful, but these shirtless guys are just an eyesore and ruin my enjoyment of the view."

"Haha, Lux, it was you who insisted on coming down for a walk, so stop complaining now."

A tall, noble young man held a parasol to shade the girl from the sun, while looking around at the memorial ferry crossing.

His gaze quickly shifted to the distance, where a fishing boat was moored in front of a berth in the corner.

The fishing boat was very dilapidated, with a large hole in the stern, suggesting it had been struck by a powerful magical attack.

Although repaired and covered by vines and branches, the fishing boat now looks like an antique work of art.

But having been through countless battles, he could still spot the signs of fighting at a glance.

Lux followed her brother's gaze and saw the fishing boat wrapped in vines and branches in the distance. Suddenly, a burst of light appeared before her eyes.

"Hey bro, isn't that the fishing boat those beast girls were smuggling in the newspapers on?"

"Is it true that after those orcs assassinated the nobles, they escaped to the Roland Group in this small boat?"

Before the tall young man could reply, Lux immediately followed up with another question.

"The newspapers say this thing carried over three hundred people. Can such a small boat really fit three hundred people? Is the Church of Vulcan making up false information?"

"Could it be that those beast girls know how to shrink themselves? Can they curl themselves into a ball and fit into the cargo hold?"

The series of questions left the tall young man unsure where to begin, so he decided to answer the last one first.

"Lux, those beast girls really did that."

"I had my spies in the family investigate. Those who smuggled in that day were all crippled beast girls; their bodies can shrink to a very small size..."

As the tall, young nobleman spoke, a look of emotion involuntarily appeared on his resolute face.

"Their will to survive is very strong."

Lux's face fell, as if she didn't want to imagine such a scene of suffering.

She then asked.

"If the smuggling is true, then the assassination of the nobleman and the fact that Roland is a fox-human beastman are also true?"

"How is that possible?"

The young man chuckled, reached out and tapped his younger sister's head, shaking his head as he spoke.

"You really should work on your brain."

"How could those beast girls, with missing limbs and frail bodies, who rely on selling their bodies to survive, possibly assassinate superhuman nobles?"

"The so-called assassination attempt is nothing more than an excuse used by the higher-ups who open at 7 a.m. to shirk responsibility."

Lux nodded and continued to ask.

"What about Roland Kane?"

"Is she really a fox spirit? Is she a pure-blooded human noblewoman of the empire?"

"Um... this..."

The young man was speechless.

To be honest, he didn't have a definite answer to this question either.

During his years of conquest, he killed at least five thousand or tens of thousands of orcs, and he knew their characteristics like the back of his hand.

Based on some of the photos of Roland Kane that he collected, he felt that Roland Kane's fox-like features did not seem to be faked.

The problem is that a fox spirit cannot fool the empire's noble certification body and council from infancy to adulthood.

After thinking for a moment, he sighed.

"Sigh, I just hope she's not a fox."

"I've heard about Roland Kane's story before; she's a very talented person."

"The new generation of the empire is becoming increasingly disappointing, indulging in peace and prosperity, and there are few young nobles as outstanding as Roland."