Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Having confirmed that Roland's etiquette standards were met, Moon Maid temporarily left the Roland Group.

She was not only the head maid but also the leader of Thranduil's staff, thus bearing the heavy responsibility of conveying orders and coordinating work.

Thranduil had approved the documents; she needed to take them back to the cathedral in the Land Walk district of the royal capital to issue them.

So only Roland and Thranduil remained in the office.

Just as Roland was about to strike up a conversation with Thranduil, the succubus maid suddenly knocked on the door and entered.

The succubus maid who entered first gave Thranduil an apologetic look, then bent down and approached Roland.

"Miss Roland, the new production line at the spice factory is ready. You may go and inaugurate it."

"Oops, I almost forgot, let's go over there now."

Roland dusted off non-existent dust from her skirt, stood up from the sofa in the rest area, and gave Thranduil an apologetic smile.

"Your Highness, there's still some work to do at the company. May I show you around later?"

"It's alright."

Thranduil responded nonchalantly, continuing to read his thick magic book without even glancing at Roland.

This action actually put Roland at ease. She grabbed the succubus maid's sleeve and quickly slipped out of the room.

……

As soon as she stepped out of the room, Roland's elegant demeanor crumbled instantly.

Her shoulders slumped, her hips tilted, and her whole body relaxed.

Her originally dignified demeanor quickly assimilated with that of the succubus maid beside her, making her appear languid and alluring, even surpassing her former self.

"Oh my god, we finally got rid of that prospective saintess maid."

"I've been so bored lately!"

As an observer, the succubus maid naturally understood that Roland was referring to the Moon Maid's etiquette class, and covered her mouth with a smile.

"Miss Yue is indeed a bit too strict when it comes to etiquette. Even the sisters from Pink Harbor probably couldn't stand it."

"Your talent is surprisingly amazing. You were just like a noble princess, you captivated me."

Roland glared at the succubus maid with annoyance.

"You're such a big rascal, be serious!"

"If I were to act like that Thranduil all the time, putting on airs like a noble princess, I'd be exhausted in less than two months."

"White elves are just hypocrites. Look at the dark elves in the group, none of them are as particular as them."

"When I get back, I'll have to deal with Thranduil. She's very prejudiced against me, and dealing with her is exhausting!"

Roland felt a lot of complaints when she thought of the little saintess who always had a stern face.

She had originally planned to cultivate a relationship with this top-tier contact and try to swindle some methods from the Central Continent for cultivating extraordinary individuals, which she could then use to develop the Roland Group.

As a result, when she tried too hard to show her charm last time, Thranduil mistook her for a vixen.

Under the prompting of the Moon Maid, the young saintess became extremely wary of herself, and usually acted completely like a church superior.

She and Thranduil barely had any physical contact, and even casual conversation was rare.

When they do manage to chat, it's almost always about official business, with endless bureaucratic jargon.

To be honest, Roland would rather kiss Vina than spend any more time with Thranduil.

If the former is a gloomy, repressed mother jackal.

The latter is like an exquisite but rigid marionette, as if every word and action is bound by some invisible framework.

The succubus maid, however, did not quite agree with Roland's idea.

She pinched her chin, frowned, slowed her pace, and stepped back to Roland's side. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke.

"Miss Roland, I think His Highness Thranduil likes you quite a bit."

"ha?"

Roland looked at the succubus maid with a puzzled expression.

"Are you serious? I don't see that coming from you."

"She's kept her distance from me lately, much more distant than when we first met."

The succubus maid continued to speak with an uncertain tone, recounting what she had seen as an observer.

"Miss Roland, Princess Thranduil is indeed deliberately keeping her distance, but she always manages to steal glances at you when the Moon Maid is busy."

"This happens quite frequently. If a customer does this at Pink Harbor, it basically means they have feelings for a certain succubus."

"That's why I have this guess..."

"Hmm, that guess doesn't sound very plausible."

Roland looked troubled.

The succubus maid persisted relentlessly.

"And what about adding my succubus intuition?"

"Isn't that even more unreliable?!"

……

About five minutes after Roland and the succubus maid left, in the office on the third floor of the church.

Thranduil suddenly put down the magic book in his hand and walked quietly to the French windows.

With the keen eyesight of a high-ranking elven superhuman, she saw the backs of Roland and her group gradually disappearing into the distance on the main road, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

But she was still worried, so she closed her eyes and used her magic to sense the surroundings.

There was no trace of the Moon Maid nearby.

The two elven maids who remained to serve him stayed obediently in the tea room outside the office, waiting for their orders.

In other words, he was now all alone in the luxurious and spacious office.

"call……"

Thranduil sighed with relief, slumped his shoulders, and swayed his hips as he relaxed back against the sofa.

At the same time, her aloof and unapproachable aura vanished, replaced by a languidness somewhat reminiscent of Roland.

This is the most comfortable and relaxed moment she has had in over twenty years.

Although since birth, her parents and elders have always told her that she is one of Thranduil's best heirs and bears the heavy responsibility of leading her people.

And based on this, they demanded that she do everything perfectly.

But she was only twenty-five or twenty-six at most, a little elf approaching thirty, and the strict education had already made her feel suffocated.

This appointment as the head of the Imperial Capital Church not only led to his encounter with the interesting Roland Kane, but also unexpectedly granted him some time to be alone.

There was no moon maid who followed her everywhere, nor a royal tutor who would circle around her and read to her.

Only yourself and a relaxed environment.

"Sigh, I prefer Miss Roland's group territory to the Elf Forest."

Thranduil gripped the edge of the tycoon's desk with both hands and gave it a gentle push. The sofa chair swayed and spun around, carrying Thranduil towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking out from here, one gets a sense of grandeur, like the line from the poem "I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains."

Everywhere you look on the road, you see hardworking people with smiles on their faces; just a glance is enough to feel their positive and energetic spirit.

lively.

Fresh and alive.

bustling.

This forms a stark contrast to the unchanging Elf Forest.

All of this stems from that woman.

Roland Kane

This group, like that woman, is vibrant...and charming.

"Gurgle."

For some reason, Thranduil thought of Roland's alluring and seductive fox spirit image from before the etiquette class.

A strange fluttering sensation suddenly stirred within me, and I felt my mouth dry and swallowed unconsciously.

As if possessed, she began to kick her legs, mimicking Roland's movements, kicking off her white high heels adorned with gilded decorations to reveal her delicate white silk feet.

Her jade-like feet stepped on the oak floor, leaving no footprints that emitted steam.

"If Yue were still here, she would definitely give him a good lecture and nag."

"Thrantil murmured."

She looked at her raised toes, the semi-transparent stockings revealing glimpses of her pink skin, making her look like a delectable work of art.

"But it's quite comfortable this way. No wonder Miss Roland likes to take off her shoes while working."

Thranduil smiled, pushed himself up with both hands, and jumped off the chair.

She walked briskly to the sofa in the rest area, her toes encased in white stockings, and lay down in the spot usually reserved for succubus maids.

This action was performed with practiced ease, as if it were not the first time he had done it.

And her goal was very clear.

It was a stack of books piled up on the coffee table to the right.

These are all "breeding guides" that succubi maids use for their daily entertainment.