"It's a little bit worse, the skirt isn't too good, what do you think, Dermot."

"Lesia is the kind of girl who is more heroic and bright, and it is naturally not appropriate for you to dress up as a girl."

"But the dress of the sacrificial saint is like this, but it looks as good as this, and it is worthy of returning the girl of our family."

Lesia stood in the middle in a beautiful white dress, her long red hair was slightly curled behind her, her forehead was split out on both sides, and she wore a wreath of ears of wheat, thorns, purple flowers, and laurel leaves.

"There are some accessories on the neck, wrists, and ankles, so you have to choose them to use them."

Natalia and Dermot were examining and caressing their necks and wrists, and the tenderness on them made them fall in love, and Lecia could only insist on waiting for the two guardians to speak.

"That's it, the election will start in a few days, and then it's just a month or so to draw a portrait, and I'm sure you can do it."

"I've almost forgotten about the grand ceremony, I really want to hurry over, and that day will come soon."

"Me too, I'll see the newborn Lesia then."

"I also made a few other styles of skirts, just so I had Lecia try them out."

The client in the middle sighed and continued to be a model.

The next morning, Lessia was still pulled up from the bed by Natalia, her eyes hazy.

I seemed to have a very lively dream last night.,I can't remember it again.,In a trance, I heard myself calling my sister.,Is Natalia also dreaming together?

After getting dressed and tidying up, he quickly came down for breakfast, where Dermot was already ready.

"If one day we are gone, you yourself will starve to death sooner or later."

"Then let's wait until that day." Lesia said unconcernedly. How could everyone not be there, and there was nothing dangerous.

"I'm going to class."

"Remember to come back early to try on clothes, the day after tomorrow you will have to choose a sacrificial saintess, don't go anywhere to fool around."

Lesia ignored the admonition behind her and hurried towards the classroom building.

Obviously, I can sleep a little longer, but I have to pull myself up, which is worthy of being the housekeeper's sister-in-law.

In the front yard, Edmund weaves his sails on the haystacks, and the people in the left front, away from the road, are piling up black and purple dirt.

She looked it up from her memory, and there was no memory of it.

The smell of decay, decay, and stench permeated the place, and men in cloaks and hoods were cleaning and digging with shovels. I saw a wagon pulling thorns carrying the loaded sacks there.

Is this making fertilizer? Lesia was full of doubts, how could she do it in the village, she should go to the forest.

There were rows of lemon trees on the side of the road outside the spire, but the fruit on them was crumpled, and Lesia opened the door to enter, and found that no one had arrived, and planned to go to her office for a while.

When she came to the door, she heard a pant sound across the door, and a voice seemed to be a little immature, it sounded like Awosica's, maybe Betty was telling the truth!

The village chief, Little, already has a wife, how can he do this, Awosika is still so young.

She easily opened the door and walked over, panting for breath in two, both female.

I didn't care much, I pushed open the door that was closed, and I saw a scene that was a little shocked.

Little wasn't inside, it was his wife Yulia and Awosica who were holding each other on makeshift loungers.

They looked at Recia with her mouth open with motherly gentle eyes, "Teacher Lecia, it's rude to peek into other people's privacy, or do you want to be a mother too?" ”

Yulia's voice was as soft as a breeze, evoking the yearning for the return of motherhood in her heart.

Lessia unconsciously took half a step forward, then woke up and stopped.

Women also have relationships with women, which makes her unacceptable for a while.

"Excuse me, Awosika, just remember to come to class on time."

After saying that, she pushed it out, closed the door, ignored the voices inside, and felt an indescribable sense of incongruity in her heart.

It seems that people don't care, but they do.

Two days had passed, and Lessia had not encountered anything strange like that again, but Awosika looked at her every time with motherly eyes, and the beautiful light made her remember it vividly.

Betty sat there every day with a bouquet of thorn flowers, smiling at herself while tearing the flowers into powder.

After class, he didn't find himself, and he followed silently and sneered from time to time, like a weird shadow.

The painting brother and sister only care about their own paintings, and the old-fashioned brother is like a machine. Schiller and Germain performed one performance and the other danced and boxed. These are the things that make her the most worry-free.

Those sloppy children still come to class every day with mud, and it is estimated that they bully the old man a lot, and every time they take their words as wind in their ears.

"Remember today's homework, give it to me tomorrow morning, and you won't have to go to it in the afternoon."

The only thing that made Lessia feel a little relieved was that their homework was handed in on time, but it was a little ugly and sloppy.

In the afternoon, the election of the saints is held, and when the whole village goes to vote, to the square of the forbidden place.

"Teacher Lecia, we'll vote for you."

"yes, you're so good-looking, like a fire."

"I'll let everyone who sees you choose you."

The scruffy children and the painting brothers and sisters bounced away, and some of the older brothers said that they would also support their beloved teacher.

The ruddy-faced Awo Sika also came to confirm her intentions with Lesia with her stomach, and her watery eyes, plump face, and maternal exudation seemed to bring Lesia back to the scene of that day.

"Thank you."

Lesia restrained herself, she couldn't do that, they were them, they were themselves.

After watching Awosi leave with his sister, there is only the unpredictable duo of Betty and Schillerman.

Lecia also had a headache for Betty, and she didn't want to provoke this unpredictable little girl, but her unusual behavior made her very uncomfortable. Fortunately, there is Schiller Germain.

"Teacher Lecia, I also support you as a sacrificial saintess, don't you come to comfort me these days?"

Betty rubbed her green hair on her chest with both hands, and walked in front of her with her head down and a little shy.

Schiller and Germain, who were waiting on the side, watched her perform boredly.

"Betty, if I've hurt you by something, I'll apologize. When you invite someone, you have to get their consent, not force, you know? ”

Lesia thought about it and continued to teach Betty seriously, and that sad look made her feel uncomfortable. It looks like that sick girl.

"I see, Ms. Lecia, I won't force you." Betty took that arm back and regained her shyness.

"Let's go home for dinner and rest, and gather in the village square in the afternoon."

"I'm going to show you the strength to be the strongest person in the afternoon."

"I'll give you the accompaniment sound."

Lesia locked the door and walked out of the courtyard with the three students.

After seeing Betty enter the door of her house, Lecia and Schiller Germain said goodbye and went home, agreeing to meet again in the afternoon.

The square in front of the Forbidden Lands? Lesia looked at the clearing behind the spire.

Why don't I have the impression of such a place, and I'll see if I can recall it when the time comes.

On the road, the white-haired rickety old man came out again, and Lesia wanted to ask about her previous doubts, but she hadn't met them for the past two days.

"Do you know the way back?"

The old man looked up and asked Lesia, his cloudy eyes looking a little expectant.

"Why did you run out again, go back quickly, wait for the child to beat you again."

The middle-aged man with a red face and neck pulled the carriage over, lifted the old man up, and prepared to leave.

"She hasn't finished speaking?" Lesia wanted to get some more time.

"Let's go home and eat."

"Who are you, how I don't recognize you."

"I'm Jason, Germain's brother, and Lesia has a flaming red hair, and you're the only one in the village, who doesn't know you."

After he had said that, he drove away in the carriage, and the strange thing was that the horse that pulled the cart was a strong animal, with a round head and elephant legs.

Could it be that they have caught it from hunting, and these people are too rude, and they all speak to themselves in the tone of adults to children. Frustrated, Lesia pinched her hair and went home.

"What do you think of me, Lessia?"

Natalia had braided blonde hair and wore a white off-the-shoulder dress with a wreath of purple flowers of thorny ears on her head. The moment her blonde hair fluttered out made her look like an elf.

"Why don't you go if you're so good-looking, it's obviously much more suitable than me."

"I've already been there, and you were still studying outside at that time, have you forgotten?"

"When? How I am not impressed. ”

Lesia leaned against the bookshelf, her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and she had no memory of this at all.

"It was last year that I completed the sacrifice of all things in the starry sky and the imprisonment of evil."

"Really? What is the forbidden place, and what evil is there? ”

Lesia asked herself, why didn't she have an impression last year, is it stupid to read?

"When you go in the afternoon, you will know that it is the evil that prevents us from maintaining our free faith, and cuts us off from communication with all things."

"Come to lunch, how long are you going to stink."

Lessia had no choice but to suppress the doubts in her heart and go to dinner first, anyway, she would be able to see it in the afternoon.

"It's okay if you can't choose, it's nothing anyway, Natalia, don't put too much pressure on her." After Dermot finished the food on the plate, he gave Lesia some psychological precautions in advance.

Natalia smiled and didn't say anything, just encouraged the people around her with her eyes.

"By the way, where is your home Dermot, the home you used to grow up in."

Lesia subconsciously asked this question, as if she didn't even know the geography next to Yansir. Natalia turned her head, her smile frozen in the shadows.

Dermot thought for a moment: "My house seems to be in Bei... Seashell... Special...

"Your home is in the town of Bate, which is close here, and you haven't been back for too long, have you forgotten?" Natalia looked up to pick up her words, and sighed that she had a bad memory.

"It seems that I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know how my parents are doing." Dermot rubbed his forehead, is he really old? The memory is not very good, either.

"You can go back and have a look when you have time, after all, there is nothing to do here." Lesia finished and continued to eat her lunch.

After eating and cleaning up, Lessia continued to lie in Dermot's arms to rest, and Natalia, who was sitting next to her, pulled her up, but did not pull up.

"Why do you come to me to lie down for a while, am I bad?"

"I'm used to it, why don't you lie here with me."

In the afternoon, when the sun was no longer strong, Lesia, who had changed into her white somewhat complicated dress, followed the road around the spire building to a large flat meadow at the back.

Her red hair was braided with a few small braids naturally tucked back behind her head, she wore a wreath of purple flowers of thorny wheat, and her bare feet wore strappy sandals.

There was already a large crowd of people in the open space in front of her, and the children she taught immediately gathered around her when they saw her, but Betty, who had dark green hair, was the most affectionate, followed by Schiller on the other side.

There were also four or five well-dressed people in the crowd, and there was a beautiful woman with dark green hair who had been watching her, with a green dress and a few ornamental thorns.

'Is it Betty's sister?' She was a little confused.

There was also a dark-haired woman with a belly and about the same size as her, and her yellow dress and full maternal eyes gave her the feeling of looking at Awosika and Yulia.

Can pregnant women also be? Lessia was just puzzled, since she was all there, she didn't have any opinion.

The last thing that impressed her was the woman in the court's classical dress, she looked serious and symmetrical, and her face was cold, like an ice beauty.

The rest are either too stout, too ordinary, purple and black, and in any case have a bad image. She thought it should be one of the three.

"Kids, let Lesia pass. We'll celebrate later. ”

Natalia separated the children around her, pulled Lecia out inside, and led her forward with Dermot left and right.

Feeling something, Lesia looked at the clearing behind the field, which was surrounded by trees in a C-shape, and the vacant was the side she was looking at.

In the middle was a bulge of grass, wrapped with thorns, weeds, flowers, and a layer of purple-black silt underneath, like fertilizer. Looking at it from another angle, there are some subtle differences.

She noticed the tip of a delicate round handle protruding from it, like a dark red, it had a magical power, and the watching Lecia couldn't help but want to look at it and hold it in her hand.

"Ahh

Lessia, whose attention was not here, was almost pushed, but fortunately Natalia and Dermott were holding her. Some angry voices followed.

"North, if you don't follow the rules again, we will throw you away and suppress it with evil."