"Lecia, get up, or you will be late again today."

Lecia, who was still sleeping, saw a few people with the same hair color as hers in the distance. When she wanted to go over and get a closer look, she was suddenly called.

Opening his eyes, he saw the blonde Natalia looking at him above. She still called him on time.

In the small room, Lecia, who had messy red hair, struggled vaguely.

She wears exquisite star symbol gemstone necklaces around her neck, hands and ankles, and the sparkling light makes her wearing it even more unique and beautiful.

"I made you play so late at the banquet last night and now you can't get up. Aren't you very happy to be a sacrificial saint?"

"A bit, Natalia, haven't you done it before? You can't let me play anymore."

"Okay, that's it. Remember to go to Murray's every afternoon from now on and ask him to draw the portrait you want to use. Just take a half-day class. Mayor Little has approved it."

"Is that so? I understand."

Lecia was reluctantly pulled by Natalia to wash and dress up. She yawned repeatedly as she watched the other party wash herself up and put on her daily casual skirt.

At the dining table below, Dermot sat waiting for the two of them to come down. After ordering them to sit down, he gave them the tableware and started eating.

"Dermott, what newspaper are you reading? I want to read it too. I haven't seen it since I left school for a long time."

"The Swan Newspaper, you can read it if you like. There are a bunch of them on the bookshelf next to the hall."

"Sister Natalia, where is the book I brought when I came back? I want to use it to teach students how to read. They have to connect sentences to be effective."

"You go to class first, I'll put it in the study room, and I'll sort it out for you when the time comes."

"Well, then I'm going out."

"You haven't finished eating yet, hurry up and finish it first."

Natalia and Dermot pressed Lecia down and asked her to finish the breakfast on her plate before letting her go out.

On the way, Lecia responded to the enthusiastic crowd, while Edmund continued to tinker with his things in the yard, with a straw rope net hanging from the mast on the keel frame.

"When will your ship be finished? Edmund."

"Lecia, congratulations on being chosen as the sacrificial saint for the new year. It's a pity that you fainted from too much excitement last night and did not stay to participate in everyone's banquet and carnival and the trampling of evil. My ship has to be booked on the deck.

, then it’s up to you to visit it.”

"Is that so? I look forward to the day when it is completed and remember your promise."

"Of course, your beautiful saint."

Edmund bowed politely, and Lecia continued towards the steeple building.

Natalia said that she had attended the dinner, but she was as tired as today because she was too excited. Did she forget it? She patted her head and there was no memory.

"Lecia, did you get up so early? Young people have good energy."

Old Germain, who was driving the strong two-legged sheep, said something and left quickly, which made her even more confused?

Since she had a headache just thinking about it, she didn't think about it too much, and there was nothing important.

I pushed open the courtyard door and came to the door of my office. This time I heard the gasping sound from behind the door that separated the wall. It came from the village chief's office, and it didn't sound like Awosika's.

She opened the door and walked to the opposite office, pushing open the lightly closed door. She looked a little confused. Is this normal?

Inside were Little and her opponent from yesterday, Steele.

Steele held on to the table, his expression of enjoyment turned back to coldness as he looked at Lecia at the door, taking deep breaths through his nose, and became a little heavier when he saw the people outside.

"Village Chief, it's not good for you to be here. The children next door have to go to class. What should I do if it affects them?"

"It was me who was rash, and it was mainly Steele who did something wrong yesterday. This is her punishment."

"Oh, then I'll go back and get ready for class."

"Lecia, do you want to try it? You have reached the age of being a mother."

"Let's wait until we are ready to discuss the matter of the saint."

"It's a good thing to have your own plans. Help me close the door."

"good."

Lecia went out and closed the door, and also locked the door on the wall. She felt that this was wrong and didn't know why her reaction was so small.

She sat on the chair on the podium and waited for the students to arrive. She always felt that something was missing from the empty podium, and she had to sort out the books she brought back at night.

She touched the exquisite necklace on her hand and on her neck. This always made her feel depressed and dizzy. She hoped that this month would pass quickly so that Murray could quickly draw a portrait and take off these five necklaces.

"Teacher Lecia, I am the first one here today."

Betty ran in still holding thorns and flowers, threw herself into the arms of Lecia who was sitting, and kissed her on the cheek.

"The teacher still likes the taste today."

Lecia touched her face, put the flowers on the podium, and let Betty hold her in her arms.

"Then today Betty should also be obedient and study hard, and write a short sentence by herself."

Lecia gave a few instructions and touched the green hair on top of her head. The crystal on it showed that it was natural. Since she already had her own red hair, there was nothing strange about the green hair.

"Teacher, why do you make Betty like this? We will also be jealous."

Jessica and the painting brother and sister came to the classroom, and when they saw Betty in her arms, they followed her. Awosika who followed behind was full of smiles, and her hostility towards Betty was much less.

Lecia's arms were wrapped around these people. After becoming the sacrificial saint, they had become much closer to her.

The sloppy children who were a little out of control were no longer covered in mud today. Varro even combed his hair and became more obedient.

Schiller was the last one to arrive, and he looked a little depressed, completely different from Germaine who came in humming earlier.

"Schiller, what's wrong with you?"

"Sister Lecia, I have encountered some troubles." Schiller hesitated for a moment, then stopped in front of him and spoke.

"Then I'm waiting for what you have to say. You can talk to me if you want. Just go back and sit down."

Lecia continued to talk about the content of today's teaching. Previously, she taught everyone how to write and read their own names.

After reviewing the alphabet symbols several times, we used local materials and used the landmarks of Yansir Village to teach.

For example, stories about rivers, hillsides, trees, flowers, plants, and crops, or let students tell their own stories.

"Teacher Lecia, can you tell me a story about when you were studying?"

Schiller mentioned it inconspicuously among the crowd, and everyone also talked about their imagination.

"Did Ms. Lecia stay here like us when she was a child?"

"Are you ever disobedient and often play in the mud like me?"

"Nonsense, Teacher Lecia must be as serious about observing etiquette as I am."

"Awosika, do you want to say that Teacher Lesia was also pregnant with a baby at that time?"

"I must have painted a lot of paintings. I have to visit Teacher Lecia when I have time. I wonder what she painted?"

…

Lecia on the podium also started thinking, ignoring the whispers below. She seemed to really go back and read the books she had left behind.

I have almost forgotten the time when I came back, and school life feels very far away. I have also forgotten, who is there?

"Quiet, move on to the next one, each of you say a word and description about Jansil, Mixon, starting with you."

I should be able to remember it when I go back and read it tonight. I was suddenly too relaxed and my memory was all silenced. I can't delay my business.

When school was over at noon, she arranged the simple homework for the day. When she went out, she vaguely heard the sound of breathing next door, shook her head, and went back together with the students.

In the afternoon, I still need to have Murray paint a portrait. To be honest, I have never seen the portrait of a saint enshrined before being displayed.

I'll go back and ask Natalya. She was the saint who was enshrined last year. She should have an impression and may know where the portrait is.

On the weedy road, the old man walked here again with a stick, and his clothes were changed into a simple linen robe.

The disheveled gray hair and beard could have made a bird's nest there. He ignored Lecia and the others next to him and walked alone.

"Go back, go back, go back to where...where."

"Old man, where is your home? Can't you find it?"

Lecia skipped the preface and spoke loudly. Betty pulled her arm, and Awosika also looked at the old man with some resentment.

Lecia, whose eyes were focused on the old man, did not notice the changes in the people around her. Schiller hurried over and helped the old man leave.

Lecia, who wanted to follow her, was pulled here.

"Teacher Lecia, you are going to be a model this afternoon. Please go home and rest quickly."

"Schiller has helped him back. You don't have to worry. Why don't you still worry about Schiller? Let Germaine go too."

Germain on the side showed off his strength, picked up the old man and Schiller and walked towards the forest.

Lecia, who was dragged back by Betty and Awosika, secretly made up her mind to find a time when no one was around to take a look at the forest area over there.

The old man must have something unsaid, and he would be interrupted every time by someone who happened to show up.

After sending several students home, she returned to her small three-story house and went directly to the study without saying hello to Dermot who was busy in the kitchen.
To be continued...