Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1639 - 111: Milica 2

"Exactly, we’ve been stuck in the carriage all day..."

No wonder, even though Cardinal Schali arranged for a speedy transport, there were still the issues of travel distance and energy to consider. They had to transfer midway in Schwali, couldn’t move freely, and several carsick maidens ended up vomiting all over the place, causing quite a bit of distress.

And now, returning to Nali, they still had to face the congregation, it was like they weren’t even considered human.

"Everyone!"

At that moment, an elderly, stern female voice suddenly rang out from the front of the church hall, causing them to straighten up immediately, cautiously observing the old nun standing before several knights. She was the priest in charge of correcting the discipline of the Holy Maiden class, referred to privately by Milica and the others as "Old Lady."

"Priest Kayu."

"Returning to the church for baptism is a duty of the Holy Maiden. Complaining here, are you trying to attract punishment? Hurry, go change clothes, evening service awaits!"

"Yes, Priest Haru."

The maidens nodded meekly, while Milica just stood there with hands on her hips, making no movements, though she didn’t argue either.

Among the maidens, most were outstanding students selected from the church school, while Milica had a more complex background. Her father was the Archbishop of Nali, thus even if she acted boldly, Kayu had little recourse against her.

But that didn’t mean she was an unqualified maiden. As a top graduate in literature and theology from Saint Nali University, she was more than capable of leading the maidens.

Kayu glanced with displeasure at the golden-haired maiden who acted like a thorn, her face showing dissatisfaction but she said nothing, just let out a light hum and turned to leave with the knights.

After their superior’s disturbance, the already weary maidens were left even more drained, dragging their heavy bodies forward while grumbling,

"Thought today’s service was for that Old Lady to worship in the Golden Palace for the Empress, but no, she’s back now and caught us griping, this is troublesome..."

"What’s the trouble, at worst it’s just copying the Creation Scripture, what could she really do?"

"That’s for you, Milica; we’re different... If our maiden status were revoked, we’d be back at the church in our hometown as nuns..."

The companion beside laughed helplessly, Milica frowned, almost wanting to say, "Don’t be a maiden then," but seeing the expressions of her companions, she withheld the thoughtless words.

Regardless, the position of maiden was exceedingly valuable in both Kado and Nali’s Mother Goddess Sect hierarchy, otherwise her father wouldn’t have sent her here for prestige. Unlike her situation, these maidens had no alternative paths; saying that would seem heartless.

Yet, her irritation remained.

"...Fine, I know, hurry up, or that Mad Woman will nag us again."

"Haha, Milica, you’ve changed the nickname again."

Milica sighed, watching her companions muster up some spirit again, feeling a growing sense of restlessness inside.

Honestly, Milica has been increasingly disgruntled lately.

Not only because of this routine maiden life, what is there to complain about? She felt this way; and so did her fellow maidens, even more so, they had fewer choices than Milica.

But what truly saddened Milica was the estrangement she felt from her parents whose origin she couldn’t pinpoint.

If the maiden’s work arrangements were for Milica’s benefit, then why introduce her to a suitor, and express displeasure when she found him unsuitable?

If matchmaking was for Milica’s future, why reprimand her for letting Isabella slip by, didn’t the priest who watched Isabella grow up know her character, didn’t he understand her despair upon seeing Elizabeth’s massacre of blood relatives?

Milica couldn’t bear to see Isabella suffer in such a Golden Palace, so she secretly aided her escape, but upon discovering this, her father punished her, rebuking her for acting impulsively, berating her as brainless.

Perhaps it was out of worry that Milica might get herself into trouble, she knew that, yet she couldn’t help feeling uneasy about her current life.

She had never shared these thoughts, not with her parents nor these constant companions, her fellow maidens.

Because she understood one thing clearly, pain can’t be compared, many of her thoughts and feelings couldn’t be empathized with by others, instead it might be seen as pretentious.

Your family is so privileged, with such a good father, if I were in your shoes, I’d probably wake up laughing, what could possibly make you sad?

You are so young, with us paving the way for you, indulging in all these futile thoughts, if you were in my position, would you even have the mind for such unproductive musings? Better to strive harder, don’t disrespect your elders lining up potential matches, get along well with peers of the opposite sex...

People often use "Let them eat cake" to depict the absurdity of overlooking others’ plight, and "Dig the earth with a golden hoe" to describe the absurdity of aspiration, ultimately all expressing the extreme difficulty of "stepping into others’ shoes."