Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Fortunately, Thranduil and the Moon Maid were not too concerned about Roland's attempt to bribe the bishop with the Pink Harbor VIP card.

They took this as Roland's rebellion against Seraphim, an attempt to undermine Seraphim's authority and reduce the traitor's influence on the church.

This is a demonstration of piety towards the God of Light!

However, Thranduil and his servant were extremely wary after seeing Roland's fully-powered fox-like appearance.

During office hours, the Moon Maid would stand guard next to Roland as if guarding against a thief, separating Roland from Thranduil.

While supervising Roland's words and actions, he held a pointer and wore glasses, always ready to correct Roland's bad habits.

Furthermore, Roland had to set aside an hour of free time to specifically learn the court etiquette of the White Elf royal family, receiving guidance from Thranduil and the Moon Maid.

This finally allowed Thranduil to find a sense of superiority over Roland, beyond just bloodline.

For a full two weeks, Thranduil was in a very good mood.

But her good mood only lasted for about half a month.

Because Roland learned etiquette and manners so quickly that even the Moon Maid couldn't help but be amazed.

……

The Roland Group's church, third-floor offices.

Roland flicked her tail and gracefully walked around the Moon Maid with cat-like steps before stopping in the center of the office.

Then, facing Thranduil behind the gold-plated desk, he performed a white elf salute.

"Your Highness, I have learned it all."

"Can this etiquette class finally be over?"

Roland's movements were fluid and graceful, her figure like a light butterfly.

Although the White Elves' court etiquette is extremely meticulous, Roland's system skills are just as amazing.

【Golden Fox Transformation】 and 【Swaying Dance】 provide a significant agility boost, ensuring Roland's movements are smooth and undistorted.

The core skill, "King of Joy," is even more outrageous.

Because the Moon Maid's etiquette class was judged by the system to be a charm-related event, she directly received the learning/teaching speed bonus from the [King of Pleasure].

Roland only needed to watch the demonstration twice to be able to reproduce those complex etiquette rules perfectly.

Thranduil looked at Roland in the center of the room, feeling utterly defeated.

As someone who had been through it all, she was well aware of the intricacies of the clan's etiquette; she herself had spent a whole year learning it.

She endured countless beatings from the moon maid during that time before she was able to incorporate elegance into her daily life and cultivate the unique temperament of an elven princess.

Kloran accomplished in just over half a month what she had taken a year to achieve.

Damn it, Roland even studied it in her spare time.

Thranduil grew increasingly disheartened.

"Cough cough."

Thranduil cleared her throat. During this time, she had deliberately kept her distance from Roland, thus regaining the aura befitting a high-ranking saintess.

Although she couldn't quite accept Roland's learning speed, she still objectively assessed Roland's learning outcomes.

"Miss Roland, your court etiquette is already better than most of the nobles in the clan. It is indeed time to end your course."

It's not pleasant to acknowledge someone's excellence, but it's not difficult.

Thranduil, as the heir to the throne, had to do this.

Upon hearing that Thranduil was finally willing to let him go, Roland almost burst into laughter with his hands on his hips.

Fortunately, reason stopped her, and she instead forced a smile.

"Your Highness is too kind. I'm glad you're satisfied."

Randomly, Roland turned to the Moon Maid.

"Miss Yue, what's your opinion?"

"My opinion is the same as Your Highness's."

The maid's eyes revealed an undisguised admiration.

Etiquette and manners are not things that one can learn faster simply by having higher magical cultivation levels.

Magic can only improve the speed of brain function, making memory and reaction speed stronger, but it will not affect emotional intelligence or IQ.

Moon Maid herself knew several quasi-saints who looked no different from country bumpkins.

Especially the orc superhumans in the south, they're like nouveau riche, utterly unsophisticated.

Therefore, she could only describe Roland's performance as "extraordinarily gifted".

"Miss Roland, I am so glad that you have learned royal etiquette."

"Your previous impolite actions were a complete waste of your talents."

"With your looks and demeanor, if you were a white elf, you would surely be sought after by many noble men in the Elf Forest."

Roland's lips twitched slightly, and she glanced hesitantly at the Moon Maid.

Actually, there are indeed related bloodline skills in the system.

The skill is called "Elf Transformation," and it's estimated that it can switch between various elf races, so transforming into a white elf royalty wouldn't be a problem at all.

However, the Moon Maid couldn't possibly know that.

In this world, altering one's bloodline is an absolutely outrageous event that would be featured in a "Walking into Magic" segment.

It was probably just a joke.

Roland chuckled softly.

"Miss Yue, I think the large tail is enough, and it fits well in elven etiquette, doesn't it?"

"That's true. The fox clan is surprisingly suited to our etiquette."

The Moon Maid nodded in deep agreement.

"But... I still get the feeling that you're a bit...unserious. Wouldn't it be best if you trained for a while longer?"

"No, no, no, let's not!"

Roland felt a chill run down her spine and waved her hands repeatedly; she didn't want to continue to endure the Moon Maid's incessant nagging.

She can't even pick her toes at the office, and she has to eat spicy snacks in small bites. This kind of life is making her feel suffocated.

I really don't know how Thranduil endured it for over a decade.

He's a remarkable person.

Roland sighed inwardly for a moment, then continued.

"Miss Yue, we don't have much time. Don't we still need to teach His Highness practical knowledge about managing the group?"

"It's about sharing, not teaching."

Before the Moon Maid could speak, Thranduil corrected Roland's words.

The little saintess, sitting behind the table, secretly withdrew her gaze from Roland, burying the anticipation in her heart, and turned her head to face the moon maid.

"Moon, Miss Roland is right, we don't have much time to stay."

"During this period, I toured the Roland Group and found many innovative management methods and technologies that are well worth learning and promoting."

"I hope to communicate with Miss Roland as soon as possible."

Since things had come to this point, the Moon Maid could only nod.

"Then let's do as Your Highness says."

As for the relationship between Roland and Pink Harbor, she has gained a deeper understanding of it over this period of time and confirmed that it is only a business collaboration.

Roland did not directly participate in the bishop's rendezvous with the succubus; instead, she personally joined in, drinking and having fun with the succubus.

The reason for her slightly flamboyant temperament is probably related to the innate talent of the Golden Fox royal family.

Now that His Highness is in contact with Roland, there shouldn't be much harm.

Thinking of this, the Moon Maid bowed slightly.

"I'll leave the rest to you, Miss Roland."

"Oh, it was nothing. It's my honor to have the opportunity to learn from Your Highness."

Roland dared not accept the quasi-saint's etiquette unilaterally, so she immediately wagged her tail and bowed.

However, she wasn't idle either. Taking advantage of the bowing opportunity, she glanced over the Moon Maid's shoulder and winked her big eyes at Thranduil in a friendly gesture.

"Your Highness, please take good care of me."

What was originally just a simple gesture of goodwill was like a cat's paw gently touching Thranduil's unopened heartstrings.

An unusual blush rose to the little saintess's cheeks, but she quickly concealed it.

Even Roland didn't notice.