Woken up in the middle of the night, the woman’s face brightened the moment she saw Samimi.
Whatever business she had been planning to tend to was instantly forgotten, for some unknown reason.
“This is the Church’s Human Resources Manager, Madam Mura. Madam Mura, this is the new Village Station Pastor in our Church Knights Inspection Squad,” Rong Mushroom Head Man explained.
“Are you Renwen?” Madam Mura interrupted him, looking at Samimi as she asked.
Samimi’s acting skills kicked in immediately, her cheeks blushing as she shyly nodded.
This left Rong Mushroom Head Man completely dumbfounded. Wasn’t this the same fierce nun who was swinging an axe and hacking bones just a moment ago?
“So, you’re planning to send the woman into the Sheep Cleric Symposium, right? You’ve gotten lucky, boy. You’ll definitely get a hefty year-end bonus. I’ll take over this child from here, you may go now,” Madam Mura said coldly.
“Year-end bonus, good job, thank you, I’ll be off then,” Mushroom Head Man also put on a professional smile, clearly delighted, and then left the room.
Samimi subtly pointed to the spot where he’d been branded by Ye Wu Ye, warning him not to stir up any trouble.
Mushroom Head Man’s smile turned a little stiff as he quickly walked away.
“Come with me,” Madam Mura placed both hands on Samimi’s shoulders and spoke in a deep voice.
“Yes,” Samimi knew this was the true test of her acting skills now, and that she couldn’t rely on persuading everyone to let her off so easily.
Samimi walked into the solitary small building and quickly realized Madam Mura’s status within the church was not low at all—she had even heard that Madam Mura was the Department Head of Human Resources.
That position was truly frightening, holding the power of life and death over most people here.
Madam Mura led Samimi to a room brimming with an oppressive atmosphere—it looked exactly like one of those Judgement Rooms used in TV dramas.
In the middle sat a single table, with the two of them facing each other. Madam Mura’s sharp gaze bore into Samimi as if trying to see through her very soul.
Samimi acted extremely timid, lowering her head and fiddling with the hem of her clothes. Anyone who knew her would want to punch that pitiful face of hers.
Madam Mura said nothing, simply staring for a full ten minutes, determined to wear down Samimi’s will.
Of course, Samimi pretended to be completely intimidated by this old interrogation tactic, though in truth she was more than familiar with such tricks and just played along as if performing with a seasoned actress.
“Child, do you remember your place of birth?” Madam Mura asked.
“I don’t remember,” Samimi replied.
“You don’t remember your own hometown?” Madam Mura pressed. “I can’t let someone with such an unclear background join the Sheep Cleric Symposium.”
“My village was destroyed. My parents, brothers, sisters—the whole family was eaten by demons. Later, it was the Church Knights who saved me. My memories are a mess. All I can recall is this,” Samimi said, sounding genuinely sorrowful.
“Do you know what the Sheep Cleric Symposium is?” Madam Mura continued her questioning.
Samimi could tell that Madam Mura wasn’t really interested in her background. She was just tossing out a few random questions to exert pressure.
To be honest, girls like us, selected to be attendants to important figures, the cleaner our backgrounds, the better. “Clean” here meant no family at all—a kind of ultimate offering, really.
“I know,” Samimi lowered her head.
“Show me your Healing Light,” Madam Mura commanded.
“Alright,” Samimi extended her small hand and conjured a green Healing Light.
“Your Healing Spell is quite average,” Madam Mura critiqued bluntly.
Those words made Samimi feel rather uncomfortable, her smile gradually fading.
That was the rare sort of comment that could make a parasite like her feel cautious. It showed that the Department Head of Human Resources was truly capable.
“Just rest well for today. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to report in,” Madam Mura’s expression suddenly shifted as she patted Samimi’s shoulder and stood up.
She then led Samimi to a simple but tidy Guest Room and told her to spend the night here.
Samimi sat down on the bed to rest, but in the next moment, she stripped down, feeling a bit anxious.
Still, she could tell that this Sheep Cleric Symposium didn’t care about your background, nor did they care much for professional skills. As long as you could manifest Healing Light, that was enough.
So what were they really looking for? Simple—value!
Realizing this, Samimi wasn’t the least bit nervous. She sat back up and began jotting down her thoughts to relax.
After some time, Madam Mura unexpectedly appeared outside the window, half her face peeking in, staring at the sleeping Samimi for a long while. Only when she saw that Samimi showed no odd behavior did she finally leave, reassured.
Geez—she almost scared me to death.
Luckily, I’ve got a clear head and sharp senses, or else I’d have fallen for that old woman’s tricks.
“Scary,” she muttered to herself.
It seemed that she could never let her guard down, not for a second.
“Child, get up!”
Early the next morning, before dawn had even broken, Madam Mura barged into the Guest Room and shouted Samimi awake.
“Ah!” Samimi almost didn’t recognize her new name, wondering for a moment if someone else was being called.
“Clumsy! How could you ever become a proper noble lady like that?” Madam Mura commented.
Samimi was left speechless.
“Why aren’t you answering? I say one thing and you fall silent—how are you supposed to get into the Sheep Cleric Symposium with that attitude? Do you even have the awareness?” Madam Mura pressed on with her questioning, giving Samimi a hard time first thing in the morning.
“I do!” Samimi replied loudly, her own face flushing red with embarrassment.
“Come eat breakfast.” With a toss of her head, Madam Mura turned to leave, moving with even more flair than Samimi herself.
Forced to submit, Samimi had no choice but to obediently head out, sitting down by the dining table in the Small Hall. Before her was a bowl of milk and some oatmeal.
Samimi swallowed a mouthful of saliva. It smelled so good. She picked up her spoon, preparing to eat.
“What are you doing? Is that how you eat? Sit up straight, be more ladylike. Are you really a noble lady?” Madam Mura scolded from the side, ruler in hand, ready to strike at any moment.
At that instant, all the memories of the original Samimi, the noble girl, flooded back into her mind, recalling every bit of etiquette drilled into her.
She really was a noble girl to begin with. Since she’d transmigrated, she thought she wouldn’t have to follow all those outdated, traditional manners anymore—but it looked like she’d have to revive those customs now.
Very quickly, Samimi seemed like a completely different person.
Well, it wasn’t so hard after all. Her manners improved, turning her from a wild girl into a proper lady.
The former Samimi was never exactly a slob. Her stillness was the very essence of grace—quiet, beautiful, refined, an existence people admired.
But once she moved, she’d reveal her brash, straightforward nature. Her eating, sleeping, and daily habits weren’t those of a refined young lady, but more like everyone’s good buddy.
But now, things could not go on like that.
She might not be good at power struggles, but she was definitely good at acting!