"Lessia, get up, or you'll be late again today."

While still asleep, Lecia saw a few people with the same hair color as her in the distance, and when she wanted to go over and see more clearly, she was suddenly called out.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the blonde Natalia looking at her above, and she was still so punctual to call out to herself.

In the small room, the red-haired Lesia struggled a little dimly.

She wears exquisite necklaces with star symbols and gemstones on her neck, hands and ankles, and the sparkling light makes her more unique and beautiful.

"You played so late at the banquet last night, and now you can't get up. Isn't it very happy to be a sacrificial saint. ”

"Sort of, Natalia, haven't you been too? Can't let me play yet. ”

"Okay, okay. I remember to go to Murray every afternoon in the future, and ask him to draw a portrait for you, and the half-day class will be fine, and the village chief of Little has approved it. ”

"Is that so? I understand. ”

Reluctantly, Lessia was washed and dressed by Natalya, yawning as she watched the other party freshen herself up and put on her daily casual dress skirt.

At the table below, Dermot sat and waited for the two to come down, and after ordering them to take their seats, they were given the cutlery to begin their meal.

"Dermot, what newspaper are you reading? I also wanted to take a look, I haven't seen it for a long time since I left school. ”

"Swan newspaper, read it if you like, there are a bunch of bookshelves next to the hall."

"Sister Natalia, it seems that where was the book I brought with me when I came back? I'm going to use it to teach students to read, and I need to connect sentences to be effective. ”

"You go to class first, I'll put it in the study, and we'll tidy it up for you when the time comes."

"Well, then I'm out of the house."

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

Natalia and Demote pressed Lecia down and let her finish her breakfast on her plate before letting her go out.

On the way, Lesia responded to the enthusiastic crowd, and Edmund continued to tinker with his things in the yard, and the mast of the dragon skeleton hung with straw rope nets.

"When will your ship be finished?" Edmond. ”

"Lesia, congratulations on being chosen as the sacrificial saint of the new year. It's a pity that you fainted last night with too much excitement, and didn't stay to participate in everyone's banquet and trampling on evil. My ship has to be decked, and it's time for you to come to it. ”

"Is that so? I look forward to the day when it will be done, remembering your promise. ”

"Of course, your Excellency the beautiful saint."

Edmund saluted, and Lesia continued towards the spire.

Natalia said that she attended the dinner party, or was she so tired as she was today because she was too excited, did she forget? I patted my head and didn't have any memory.

"Lesia, are you up so early? Young people are good at energy. ”

The old German, who was driving a strong two-legged sheep, said a word and left quickly, which made her even more puzzled?

Since she had a headache just thinking about it, she didn't think much about it anymore, and it didn't matter much.

Pushing open the courtyard door, he came to the door of his office, and this time he heard the panting sound behind the door that separated the wall, it was from the village chief's office, and it didn't sound like Awosika's.

She opened the door and came to the office opposite, and pushed the lightly closed door open, looking a little tangled, I don't know if this is normal?

Inside was Little and her opponent from yesterday, Steele.

Steele leaned on the table, his expression of enjoyment changed back to looking coldly at Lecia at the door, his nose kept taking a deep breath, and he was a little more aggravated when he saw the people outside.

"Village chief, you're not okay here, the children next door still have to go to class, what should I do?"

"It was me who was reckless, mainly Steele for what she did wrong yesterday, and this is her punishment."

"Oh, then I'll go back to class."

"Lesia, are you going to try it? You're old enough to be a mother. ”

"Let's talk about it when we get ready for the Holy Maiden."

"It's good to have your own plan, help me close the door."

"Okay."

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

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

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

"Teacher Lecia, I'm the first to come today."

Betty ran in with the thorny flowers, threw herself into the arms of the seated Lesia, and kissed her on the cheek.

"The teacher still likes the taste today."

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

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

Lesia said a few words, and touched the green hair on the top of her head, the crystal on it indicated that it was born, and since they all had their own red hair, there was nothing strange about green.

"Teacher, why do you make Betty like this, we will also be red-eyed."

Jessica and the painting siblings came to the classroom, and saw Betty in her arms also coming up, and Awosica, who was following behind, was smiling and less hostile to Betty.

Lesia's hands were wrapped around the men, and after becoming a sacrificial saint, they became much closer to her.

A few sloppy children who were originally a little out of the way were not stained with mud today, and Varro deliberately combed his hair and was a little obedient.

Schiller was the last, and he seemed to be in a somewhat depressed mood, completely different from Germain, who had come in earlier.

"Schiller, what's wrong with you?"

"Sister Lessia, I'm having some troubles." Schiller hesitated, but stopped in front of him and spoke.

"Then I'll wait for you to talk to me, if you want to, it's okay, go back and sit down."

Lesia continued to talk about today's lesson, where she had taught everyone how to write and read their names.

After reviewing the alphabet symbols a few times, I used local materials to teach with the landmarks of the village of Yansir.

For example, stories about rivers, hillsides, trees, flowers, crops, or ask students to tell their own stories.

"Miss Lessia, can you tell us a story about when you were a student?"

Schiller mentioned it inconspicuously, and everyone talked about their imaginations.

"Was Ms. Lesia-sensei here like us when she was a child?"

"Are there times when you are disobedient, playing with mud as often as I do?"

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

"Awosika, do you want to say that Ms. Lecia was also pregnant with a baby at that time?"

"I'm sure I've painted a lot of paintings, and I have to pay a visit to Ms. Lesia when I have time, I wonder what she paints?"

……

Lesia, who was on the podium, also thought about it, ignoring the whispers below, as if she did go back to look at the books she had left behind.

I almost forgot when I came back, and school life felt far away. People have forgotten, who are coming?

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

I should be able to remember when I go back tonight, but I suddenly became too relaxed and my memories were all silent. Can't afford to delay business.

At the end of school at noon, she arranged today's simple homework, and when she went out, she vaguely heard the panting sound next door, shook her head, and went back with the students.

In the afternoon, I also need to ask Murray to paint a portrait, and to be honest, I haven't seen the portrait of the saint on display before.

When I went back, I just asked Natalia, who was last year's sacrificial saintess, and she should have an impression, maybe I know where the portrait went.

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

The unkempt gray hair and beard could already be used as a bird's nest there, and he ignored the few people next to him, and walked on his own.

"Go back, go back, go back where ... Where. ”

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

Lesia skipped the preface and spoke loudly, Betty pulled her arm, and Awosica looked at the old man with some resentment.

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

Lesia, who wanted to keep up, was pulled to live here.

"Teacher Lecia, you still have to be a model in the afternoon, hurry up and go home to rest."

"Schiller has already helped him back, you don't have to worry, are you still worried that Schiller can't make it, let Germain go too."

Germain, on the side, showed his strength, and went over to pick up the old man and Schiller and walked to the other side of the forest.

Lesia, who was being dragged back by Betty and Awosi, secretly decided that she had to find a time when no one was there to visit the wooded area.

This old man must have something unspoken, and every time he is interrupted by someone who comes out by coincidence.

After sending a few students home, she returned to her small three-story house, and walked straight to the study without saying hello to Dermot, who was busy in the kitchen.

In the past, when my brother was still there, there were still people in the study, but now I mostly take a few books before I go in to read them.

Pushing open the door, Natalia, who was in a mess inside, stood on the bookshelf next to the withered potted plant on the ground, looking at Lesia who came in with some embarrassment.

Then he clapped his hands and took out a few books and put them on the desk.

"Here are some of the books you brought back, you can take a look."

Natalia's fair skin on her hands was covered with a lot of dust, some of them were dark, and her long blonde hair was tied back into a natural ponytail.

"Thank you, Natalia. Why is your hair blonde and mine red, shouldn't we be genetically the same? ”

Lesia dusted off the hair on Natalia's shoulders, and the brown pupils inside her large eyes could clearly see her reflection.

"Because there are some unexpected genetics, you hurry up and see if it's your books."

Explained, Lesia flipped through a few books on her desk, the mysteries of the starry sky, the conjectures of the universe, the dreams of flying, and the eagle crossing the mountains.

There seems to be some impression that the dream of flying, which suits Edmond well, can be taken to show him.

Lesia set up the basic books on her desk, went back outside to wash her hands and prepare for a meal break, and after finishing the afternoon, she would read it again in the evening. She looked at the bookshelf next to the potted plant and turned to go out.

Looking at Dermot, who was sitting at the front of the table, she thought as if she was going to say something to her? When I was in class, I remembered that it was like...

He lifted his aching forehead, and the necklaces on his wrists made a sound when they touched each other.

"Come out, Lessia, let's get ready for dinner."

"Dermot, weren't you partying late last night? Why are you still so energetic? ”

"I haven't been like you who don't drink and drink heavily."

"Looks like so, yes."

She sat down and looked at the glass of dark red liquid and wanted to pick it up and drink it, but Natalia, who fell straight down, stopped her.

"I didn't eat anything, so I drank this on an empty stomach, and I couldn't afford to fall to the ground. Shall we take you and paint Murray? ”

Lesia smiled awkwardly, made a strange expression, and concentrated on eating the food on her plate.

In the afternoon, Natalia came to wake up the two people who were asleep in the padded chairs, and pulled Lesia to freshen up and dress up, change into her previous white dress, and put on a wreath of wheat, thorns, and flowers.

A few strands of hair were released from the forehead and landed on the outside of the garland, and the rest were all pulled behind the ears and fell naturally.

"It's beautiful, my Lesia."

"Natalia, is your portrait from last year still there? What kind of clothes are you wearing, why haven't I seen it. ”

"They're all sacrificed to the stars in the fire."

"Am I going to jump into the fire? Isn't that too dangerous. ”

"Don't worry so much, it's not you, it's just your foreign object. Go to Murray. ”

After saying goodbye to Dermot, Natalia took Recia to her destination with an umbrella, and Edmond was repairing his deck planks, but unfortunately there were people watching, and Lessia couldn't go over and gossip.

When I came to the courtyard of Murray's house, there was a painting he was drying, and I don't know where he had gone before, could it be that he had painted the starry sky of the village?

He now erected a large wooden shelf near the room, covered with a white soft cotton cloth, and hung white tulle on the outside of the supporting pillar to keep out the strong sunlight.

He and his two children adorn the scene behind the standing with carnations, orange roses, ears of dried wheat, bellflowers, and taller than a human being in their arms.

"Lessia, you can rest for a while, and you'll be fine."

"Teacher Rascia, here you go."

The brother who painted the brother and sister handed a bouquet of bright flowers to Lecia to hold, in addition to the decoration of which there were some other colors, she distinguished a few, all of them were rare ones, as long as she did not bring the rafflesia.

The younger sister took some mixed essential oils and sprayed them at her and Natalia next to her, she smelled a little uncomfortable, the smell was too strong.

"Lorela, don't spray or I'm going to faint here."

"This is for the ritual, Sister Lecia, bear with me."

"Can you still paint the smell in the painting?"

"It's not this, it's to make your temperament more suitable, Dad said that you are too heroic, and the soft beauty will destroy your original temperament."

"Thank you for the compliment."

After waiting for a while, Murray also decorated his standing position. Accustomed to some of Lessia's somewhat apprehensive walks there.