Demi-human Girls Completion Manual

She pressed her lips together and apologised to the Priest in front of her, feeling somewhat sad and sorrowful,

"I’m sorry, Priest, I didn’t think it through."

"...Go outside. We aren’t currently able to teach you the teachings of the Mother Goddess. For now, use what you’ve learned to soothe others. If there are any visitors outside, please arrange for them."

In fact, what visitors would come to a small chapel like theirs?

This place wasn’t even considered an authentic church, but rather the prototype of an unfinished Church School, rarely visited for prayer.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible for visitors to come if all other churches had been destroyed.

But more likely, the Priest just wanted to send her away, to allow her to calm down.

The young nun understood this, yet she nodded and left the "transforming" church.

The misty sky loomed outside, and she walked from the inner hall to the outside, taking a deep breath to adjust her state. But just at that moment, the other young nun responsible for keeping watch outside came running over, looked at the nun who had just come out with great urgency and said to her,

"Hey, that madwoman is here again! It’s up to you!"

"Eh? Again, it’s up to me..."

The nun pointed at herself in confusion, but when she turned around, her companion had already run off, seemingly quite afraid of that "madwoman."

Watching her companion disappear, the nun sighed helplessly, tidied her clothes, and walked toward the front hall. At the far end of the neatly arranged chairs, she quickly saw a woman with long black hair, dressed in gentlemanly attire.

Although her outfit looked quite decent, the air of carelessness she emitted made her seem very out of place here.

She relaxed, propped her legs on the wooden chair in front of her, and used her hands as a pillow behind her head. Despite her long hair, her pair of intimidating eyes immediately caught the nun entering the front hall.

The woman waved at the nun and laughed frivolously,

"Hey, beautiful, want to marry?"

"Eh..."

The young nun sighed and swiftly picked up a broom used for cleaning beside her, and struck at that careless woman,

"Die, die, die!"

"Ouch, ouch, don’t be reckless, I admit my mistake!"

The madwoman shielded her head and fled from the nun wielding the broom like a mouse, as if the nun was venting her dissatisfaction from these days by attacking this madwoman. Yet the person in front was exceptionally agile, evading every strike.

After what seemed like ages, the nun was left panting heavily, yet the madwoman remained unfazed.

She smiled as she reclined with her legs on a chair, looking extremely provoking.

The nun was so tired her back couldn’t straighten, leaned on the broom while panting and regretting.

Just two weeks ago, while on the train to Saint Nali, she encountered this madwoman. Back then, she was in a despondent state by the roadside. Remembering the teachings of the Mother Goddess, the nun went to offer help and comfort, and ended up being stuck with this woman...

"What on earth are you coming here for?"

"Me?"

The madwoman pointed at herself, then with a smile pointed at the wall behind, causing the nun to look up and see the words on the wall yet to be erased,

"Confess your sins"

The nun paused slightly, then put down the broom in her hand. Although angry at this person’s disorderly style, her faith in the Mother Goddess led her to place this person’s needs first.

The Mother Goddess said, never abandon anyone.

She sighed, adjusted her mindset, and forced herself to sit by this woman, saying,

"Alright, what sin do you have, please tell me. According to the teachings of the Mother Goddess, I will not leak it, nor mix in personal desires. I will guide you out of your lost way with a pure heart, in the name of the Mother Goddess..."

The woman in front smiled and said,

"No need to be so serious, just treat it as a normal chat. With that manner, people coming here to confess would feel pressured."

"Please go on."

"Actually... I’m a madwoman."

"I know, go on then?"

"I’m serious..."

The nun’s smile was a bit strained, thinking the woman was joking again. But the woman was silent for a long time; when she turned her head, the nun saw only a smile full of cracks.

The helpless expression faded bit by bit and turned serious, she heard the woman continue smiling,

"People like me, born facing an endless torment, destined for tragedy. I once thought I was special, transcendent of others, but in the end, I realized I was not... I simply have better luck."

The nun froze slightly, then said,

"Then, how did this illness come about? There must be a source and reason, can you tell me?"

The woman turned to look at the nun, and shook her head,

"This..."

"A bit hard to say? That’s okay, the Mother Goddess will forgive you... but I can still feel you’re troubled. Can you tell me what’s troubling you?"