Chương 287: No one understands the imperial nobility better than me
Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty · 佚名 · 382 chương · ~14 phút đọc · Tạo 29/07/2026
"I demand that Saintess Roland fully reveal the fox clan's bloodline to all the noble factions!"
After Corinne spoke, both Roland and Vina fell silent.
Roland rubbed her human ears and the fox ears on her head in turn, and after confirming that she hadn't misheard, she tilted her head and looked at Corinne.
"Secretary Koolin, what do you mean?"
Vina couldn't help but lean forward and take a closer look at her dwarf-elf subordinate.
"Colleen, have you been hanging out with that red dragon for too long? Has it made you stupid?"
"I've made the stakes so clear, and you still want Roland to attend the arbitration meeting?!"
Vina had another thought in her mind that she didn't voice.
Now that Roland and she have been intimate, she already considers Roland her own. How could she possibly let Roland risk being captured to attend the arbitration?
The plots in storybooks are all deliberately arranged.
In reality, a beauty like Roland would probably have been groped all over as soon as Bizan caught her.
However, despite Vina's doubts, Corinne maintained her smile and shrugged.
"So what?"
Roland & Vina: "..."
Vina was silent for a moment, then gritted her teeth and slapped Roland's butt.
"Go slap her twice to clear her head!"
"snore!"
Roland was caught off guard and slapped on the buttocks. She immediately cried out in fright, covered her big buttocks, and glared resentfully at Vina.
"What are you doing, ouch!"
"What else? Of course, I'm asking you to help Koolin sober up."
"All right."
Roland pouted and turned to look at Corinne, who was spreading her little hands and had a greasy smile on her face.
To be honest, this short, slutty girl is almost as unreliable as Vina who blew herself up; she's really asking for a beating.
But I'd rather not slap him.
Roland hesitated for a moment, then activated the spatial ring with magic and fiddled with it for a while.
Finally, she pulled out a whip inlaid with pale pink gemstones.
This whip is 1. 6 meters long, but can be shortened. The handle is made of fine earthworm hide, wrapped in a light golden magic-guiding precious metal. It is a mid-level magic weapon.
That's right, it's the magic whip that Roland used a few times before, and it was a gift from Caryl.
Previously, Roland would not have been able to use such a complex weapon at all.
However, while interrogating the traitorous nobles, Roland unexpectedly learned the skill of the [Whip of Joy], and her whip skills reached the level of a master, where she could whip them without them making a sound.
This is perfect for dealing with pure underground dark elves with deep, cool blue skin.
The moment Roland's hand grasped the whip handle, a feeling of sudden enlightenment instantly filled her heart, even causing her to hallucinate.
She felt as if she were on a hot summer day, with her cowboy hat blocking the sunlight and watermelon cooling her down.
The ceiling transformed into blue skies and white clouds, the room's carpet became a flat, expansive cotton field, and a deep, shadowy figure was situated within it.
Roland took a closer look.
Oh ho, it's the unreliable dark-skinned elf—Koolin Forging Dark.
"That's right, that's what we're going to smoke!"
Roland cheered, her tail wagging merrily behind her.
Unlike Roland's cheerful demeanor, the moment Roland pulled out the whip, Koolin's legs clamped tightly together, and her long ears tensed up and pressed close to her skin.
She has lived for hundreds of years and has seen all kinds of storms.
But today was the first time she had ever felt such an astonishing oppressive force, and she couldn't help but feel a fear of the whip.
Although she didn't know why, she quickly admitted defeat.
"Wait, wait, Saintess Roland!"
"I won't keep you in suspense any longer, I'll tell you the whole plan right now, hehehe~~~" ……
Half a minute later, Roland awkwardly tossed the whip back into her spatial ring.
She swore she only gave it two symbolic twitches, but Colin still looked completely out of sorts, collapsing face down on the carpet.
After a while, Kou Lin finally got up in a disheveled state, with two red clouds on her cheeks, as if she were drunk, and even her big eyes were tinged with tears.
She tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, gave Roland a strange look, and gave her a thumbs up.
"As expected of Saintess Roland, that whip is powerful!"
"The most awesome succubus torturer back then was probably only this good."
Holy crap, is this slander against me?
Roland's lips twitched, and she awkwardly turned her face away, not daring to look at the strange gazes of the other two people in the room, and forcibly changed the subject.
"Stop fooling around, Coraine, hurry up and tell us the whole plan. Let's get down to business!"
"Ahem, okay."
Koolin patted off the dust and water stains on her skirt, cleared her throat, and began to describe her plan.
She walked up to Roland and, after getting her permission, imitated Vina's earlier action, grabbing Roland's fluffy tail and pointing to its color.
"Lady Vina, you mentioned to me that Saintess Roland's golden fox bloodline is extremely pure, so I immediately borrowed relevant texts from the Dragon Clan to look them up."
As she spoke, Koolin used a cleaning water ball to remove the dye from the tip of the Roland fox's tail.
The tip of the tail, after the camouflage dye was washed away, revealed a rich pink color with only a three-tenths of white mixed in.
"Yes, I knew it."
"According to ancient records, based on Saintess Roland's current characteristics, her bloodline purity is almost infinitely close to that of the Golden Fox's ancestor."
"Excuse my boldness, Lady Roland, are you still a novice?"
Roland immediately pulled back the tip of her tail that Corinne was holding, her face slightly flushed.
Why are you asking this?
"Roland is still a novice."
Vina answered Corinne's question for Roland without any expression, and Corinne glanced at her goddess with a hint of horror.
Why is it that this question is answered by our own goddess?
Her gaze toward the two of them suddenly became somewhat strange, her mind racing with thoughts.
Roland was so ashamed that she was afraid of being discovered for her affair with the goddess. She hit Corinne on the head with her tail, interrupting the dark elf's thoughts.
"Colin, what exactly do you mean by asking this question?"
"Oh, it's nothing, just to further verify your bloodline level."
Distracted, Corinne began to explain.
"In short, if you possess the bloodline of the Origin Ancestor-level Golden Fox, and this news is known to all the nobles at once, then your situation in the Empire will actually improve."
"A purebred female golden fox that could be an ancestor represents enormous benefits. The Empire will never hand you over to the Church of Vulcan."
Koolin wore a smug smile, like a ruthless merchant who had successfully resold goods.
As a top-tier shrewd businesswoman capable of selling health products to the imperial nobility, she had an excellent understanding of their psychology.
The cooperation between the Empire and the Church of Vulcan was not very solid, and it was too short-lived.
The empire was riddled with factions, and the Church of Vulcan only courted the high nobles within the capital, without involving legions or local lords and nobles.
At this point, if Roland can demonstrate enough value to impress the Empire, she will definitely be able to shake this bond of interests.
She smiled and looked Roland up and down, her gaze lingering on Roland's alluring figure like a pervert on a train.
Roland got goosebumps from the attention and couldn't help but rub her arms.
Koolin chuckled and nodded meaningfully.
"Saintess Roland, a bloodline of your caliber is by no means considered lowly in the empire's public opinion."
"On the contrary, your golden fox bloodline is quite noble; you're definitely a princess from another race."
"The nobles of the empire, on the surface, constantly speak of the glory of humanity, but in private..."
She deliberately dragged out the sound, and then clapped her hands at the end.
"This is the best I've ever had."

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