Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Your Highness, open your mouth."

"Um……"

On the sofa in the rest area, Thranduil rested his head on Roland's plump legs, holding Roland's large fox tail in his arms, and enjoying Roland feeding him with his small mouth open.

Roland, of course, had to fulfill the little saintess's request.

Roland was even more eager for Thranduil to fawn over her.

If this continues, the little saintess of the white elf clan will inevitably become more and more dependent on him.

Besides, who wouldn't love such an adorable little elf?

Roland gently brushed the tip of her tail across Thranduil's chin, pinched a potato chip, and gently placed it between the little saint's lips and teeth.

"Crack"

The sound of potato chips breaking rang out. Thranduil pursed his lips, elegantly chewing his first bag of potato chips in this other world, his eyes shining with surprise.

"Miss Roland, these snacks are really special."

"I've never had a snack with this texture before. It's crispier than the mushroom pancakes from the Dark Underground, and the flavor is richer and more intense."

As she spoke, Thranduil twitched her delicate pink nose.

"It's a bit too greasy and heavy in flavor, I'm still not used to it."

Roland chuckled.

Such a reaction is quite normal, much like the reaction of imperial nobles when they first tasted spicy snacks with tea.

Because the snacks enjoyed by the nobility in this era all pursued the freshness of the raw materials, especially special and extraordinary ingredients, which they wished they could chew and swallow raw.

Only the poorest people would use inferior spices and coarse salt to make strongly flavored snacks in order to delay or cover up the spoilage of ingredients.

Of course, the Roland Group's potato chip production line has a secret, inexpensive seasoning formula, so there's no need to use inferior spices.

The potato chips that Serandil was chewing were a premium version, made with natural, high-quality spices and with an authentic flavor.

She ate half a packet with relish before continuing to ask questions.

"Miss Roland, I heard that all the pastries in Pink Harbor, the spicy strips that are bestsellers in the North and the Dragon Clan, and these potato chips are all made by you."

"How come you can invent so many novel foods?"

Why?

Because I'm a time traveler from Earth.

Roland thought to herself that she couldn't say that in reality, so she simply shifted all the blame onto her employees.

"Your Highness, these foods already have a prototype among the common people. I merely improved and innovated upon them after seeing them."

"You find it novel simply because you rarely go out and about on ordinary days."

Roland's words struck a chord with Thranduil, who pouted.

"This is unavoidable. I have lived in the royal court since I was a child and studied. I only recently left the Elf Forest. Where would I find the time to broaden my horizons?"

"By the way, Miss Roland, when are you planning to show me around... I mean, share the Roland Group's management experience?"

Roland's lips twitched.

She must have just heard the word "tourism," right?

Instead of exposing Thranduil, Roland pretended to pull out a small notebook and began writing and talking with a quill pen.

"As previously arranged, I will take you to inspect the grassroots administrative system and visit transportation routes to learn about planning and design."

"This should suit Moon Maid's wishes..."

But that doesn't fit Thranduil's idea.

The little saintess looked disappointed halfway through the conversation, though she quickly concealed it, but the way she held the fox's tail in her arms didn't lie.

Roland felt the pressure on the tail increase and reached out to tentatively stroke Thranduil's hair.

After confirming that she didn't dislike it, Roland stroked the little saintess's hair while changing the subject.

"However, I personally think we can start with economic development and experience the various commercial products of the Roland Group."

"How about we go to the group's greenhouse-style restaurant with a view of the wheat fields and have some braised duck first?"

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Thranduil stood up in surprise, only to bump into seven-foot-tall breasts and cry out "Ouch!" before lying back down on their soft thighs.

She awkwardly wiped her face, feigning hesitation.

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea. It sounds a bit like I'm not doing my job properly."

"Why aren't you doing your proper job?"

Roland thoughtfully provided Thranduil with an excuse to indulge in play.

"Wheat Wave Restaurant is currently our group's top cash cow. Although it may sound like self-praise, the business acumen behind it is truly extraordinary."

"Your Highness, it would be truly neglecting your duties if you didn't come with me to find out more."

"Is...really? Then let's go eat braised duck!"

Thranduil's eyes clearly flashed with joy, along with a hint of curiosity.

"Speaking of which, Miss Roland, why do you insist on eating braised duck?"

"Um... this..."

Upon hearing this, Roland reached out and scratched her fox tail.

"The main reason is that I want to eat braised duck. It seems that after turning into a snow mountain fox, I especially like to eat this kind of high-calorie food."

"Ahem, Your Highness, please get up now."

"Now that the itinerary is decided, I need to change my clothes a bit. It's too hot outside, I can't go out dressed like this."

Thranduil reluctantly released the fox tail from his arms, watching Roland disappear down the office corridor.

……

Roland did not choose to change her clothes immediately.

After leaving Thranduil's sight, he hurriedly found the succubus maid.

The succubus maid, seeing Roland's excited face, immediately misunderstood and revealed a sexually aroused expression.

"Miss Roland, have you finally decided to play adult games with me?!"

"What nonsense! Are your succubi's brains filled with nothing but lewd garbage?"

"Yes."

"..."

Roland was momentarily speechless, then took the succubus maid's small hand and shook it up and down.

"Getting back to the main point, Miss Succubus, you're really amazing. Just as you guessed, Thranduil doesn't dislike me at all."

"I've found the secret to getting along with her, so I'm giving you a huge bonus this month."

"what?"

This time, it was the succubus maid's turn to be dumbfounded.

She was just saying it casually at the time, after all, Thranduil was a prodigy from the Central Continent, and his way of thinking might be completely different from that of the locals.

She never expected to be right; it was just a lucky guess.

Before the succubus maid could react, Roland pulled her into the dressing room, pointing to the dazzling array of clothes displayed in the cabinets on all sides, and said earnestly.

"There's one more thing, concerning my grand plan to corrupt Thranduil, and I can only rely on the succubi's knowledge!"

Faced with Roland's serious aura, the succubus maid slightly tightened her legs and nodded repeatedly.

"Miss Roland, I will do everything in my power to help you!"

"I'd even do it myself to help you put on your stockings and underwear."

"That won't be necessary." Roland blushed slightly. "I wanted you to choose an outfit in the style of the White Elf royal family."

"I don't know much about the White Elf royal family, so I only have a general requirement."

"The requirement is that the clothing should exude a mature aura, ideally one that radiates maternal love and a strong sense of domesticity..."

Roland felt the description wasn't clear enough, so she pointed directly through the wall towards the office.

"Well, to put it bluntly..."

"I want to look like I could be Thranduil's mother."

The succubus maid was so frightened that she couldn't close her mouth. Her long tongue, characteristic of the succubus race, drooped down, making her look both comical and ambiguous.