Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Lecia, wake up soon, are you going to be late on your first day as a teacher?"

The red-haired heroic girl on the bed opened her hazy eyes, her hair and eyebrows were all red, like flames in the morning sun.

"Understood, Sister Natalia, don't rush."

The red-haired girl was directly pulled up and dragged into the bathroom by the blonde woman who came in front of her.

The room is not big, and the wardrobe, desk, dressing table, and bed take up a lot of space.Most of the furniture is made of wood, with some simple and natural beauty.

Recia leaned against the mirror and brushed her teeth. Natalia helped her comb her messy, slightly curly red hair, and then pulled off her nightgown to help her change her clothes.

"Natalia, I'll just do it myself."

"If I don't help you, you will be late, and we will be the ones who will lose face."

Natalia took Recia down the stairs after washing.

The brown curly-haired woman sitting at the dining table saw the person coming down, distributed the tableware, and greeted the two to have breakfast. She looked about 28 years old, with coffee-colored pupils and good facial features. Different, with a mature charm.

"Dermott, you're so kind, I'm not willing to let you go." Leicia ate the bread and cheese omelette on the plate.

"Then I will always be here with you."

"Nonsense, Dermot, you are still young, you can find a suitable person to remarry, there is no need to spend time here."

"Can you handle it?"

Recia refuted Natalia's statement that Dermot was the wife of their elder brother, who later died of a serious illness.She was studying at school at that time, and she couldn't see the last side when she came back.Dermot has remained here as well.

"You still dare to talk back to me." Natalia directly grabbed Leicia's ear.

"Natalia, I was wrong, it won't look good if you twist your ears again."

After the noisy breakfast, Leicia put on a light orange button-down jacket over the floral dress.

Putting on a flat straw hat and carrying a satchel full of books, he walked towards the school in Yanxier Village.

Yansier Village is like a paradise. Recia, who walked out of the courtyard gate, said hello to the old neighbor who was a little old and had been pruning her own flowers all day long.

The old man who was trimming the hydrangea velvet chrysanthemum didn't seem to hear it. Her body was bent, the skin on her face was like the bark of an old uncle, and she was carrying the scissors.

Recia didn't care either, she had been away for a long time, and if her brother hadn't died of a serious illness, she wouldn't have come back.

The property and land left by the family need to find a male heir, so it means that one of her and her sister Natalia must sacrifice herself to marry.Both she and Natalia agreed tacitly not to mention this.

The carriage pulled by the villagers kicked up a cloud of dust on the road, and Leicia hurriedly avoided it. The weed-covered road was crushed by the wheels and left two deep bare marks.

What made her feel strange was, what was this man doing pulling a bunch of thorns?It seems that they are all planted in flower pots. Has the buyer outside changed their taste?
"I'm going to succeed, a ship that can swim above the clouds."

The courtyard next to it was full of wood and carpenter's tools. It seemed that some young men were dancing there. In front of them was the keel skeleton of a ship with three very tall sails.

"Edmund, are you daydreaming again?"

"Lecia, after you succeed, you will also be the first batch of passengers to board, so give me more encouragement."

Come to some dilapidated brick and stone steeple buildings in front, this is the school of Yanxier Village, and the small old castle separated by a wall next to it is the home of the village chief, Little.

Inside her own small office, apart from desks and chairs, there are small bookshelves piled with books, and there is a stack of white paper on the table, which she prepares for the students.

When she came back, she found that she had nothing to do, so her elder sister, Natalia, consulted with the village chief, Little, and asked her to teach the children in the village how to read.

It happened that she had nothing to do, so she agreed. The strange thing is that she didn't see the children when she came here. When she walked out, she saw a few scruffy children walking towards the simple classroom.

Her hair was fluffy and messy, the coarse clothes on her body were covered with mud and dirt, and the mud from playing was still sticking to her feet.

Leicia first went to the village chief, Little, and asked him to introduce herself to this group of people, and to establish her majesty by the way.

Walking through the small door in the wall and pushing open the door of the office next door, she saw the village chief Little making out with a woman, and for some reason she was not surprised at all.

Little looks like he is in his 40s. His face is not deeply wrinkled and he is capable. There are a few strands of obvious white in his black hair.She is half a head taller than her who is 1.7 meters tall.

He was next to a mature woman in her early thirties, with dark blonde hair squeezed between them.

Women have pure blue eyes like the sky, plump lips, beautiful and plump, and a lot of bulging abdomen, like four or five months pregnant, exuding a maternal brilliance.

"Village Chief Little, are you okay? I need you to be a witness to the opening of school."

"It's almost there, Recia. Do you want to experience what it's like to be a mother? This is my wife Yulia, who has now experienced the greatness of a mother."

The woman also responded in a soft and whispered tone: "I didn't expect Leicia to be so big. You have already developed very well. Becoming a mother will make you plump and have more motherly temperament than me."

Only then did Recia remember that the panting woman in front of her was called Yulia, and she was Little's wife. It seemed that she had been out for too long and her memory was hidden.

But I am not interested in becoming a mother, and I am still young, so I need my sister to take care of me.

"Sorry, Little, I'm still being taken care of by my sister and I don't want to be a mother."

"It's not too late for you to figure it out, you go to the classroom and wait, I'll come later."

Back in the humble classroom, the desks below are the kind of old-fashioned theological desks and chairs, the paint is peeled off, or many wooden boards have been repaired.

Only Recia is still in good condition, but a bit old.

The blackboard behind him also cracked a few pieces of skin, exposing traces of lime inside, and the black-green paint on it was cracked, and the lines were like the marks of a turtle's shell.

Two children with wooden boards walked in from outside the door. They were six or seven years old with brown-black hair. Their clothes were stained with paint. When they saw Leicia's eyes on them, they smiled back.

"Are you going to draw too? You should be our teacher."

The boys and girls came straight to the seated Recia, and showed her the front of the board in their hands.

On the top are stacked frames, each of which is a different color.

The girl's picture is a little different color dots, the background is painted with purple paint, it looks like children's graffiti.

After reading it, Leicia patted their heads, trying to appear as amiable as possible.

Although I don't understand it, I still have to praise it.

"It's a good idea, but it will be more refined in the future. What's your name?"

"My name is Lorera/Ayyub."

"Teacher Leicia, you can also come to our house to draw together in the future. You are very suitable as a model for the sacrificial saint."

"You think highly of me, but thank you for your appreciation."

Leicia let the brother and sister sit down, and they continued to fiddle with the drawing boards in their hands when they sat down.

Yansier Village worships the starry sky and all things, and everyone's worship is different.

Recia herself is an unbeliever, Dermot worships knowledge, and Natalia praises the stars.

At this time, it is natural to have a symbol that gathers everyone together and unifies these disorganized beliefs.

So the sacrificial saint came into being, she represented the villagers to pray to the starry sky and all things, and became the hub of maintenance.

If the Ayub brothers and sisters hadn't reminded Leicia, she would have almost forgotten that this year's portrait should also be drawn by someone else, who would be selected as the keynote model.

While thinking, three somewhat gloomy children walked in one by one outside the door. They had a cold demeanor, and everyone looked expressionless. They silently found a seat behind.

Leicia doesn't care about these things either, she will have plenty of time later, at least until her own problems are resolved, she won't leave and go back.

A big girl brought a little girl to the door. To Leicia's surprise, the big girl's belly bulged slightly.

She looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a well-developed body, about 1.6 meters.Light blond hair was braided back in a big braid, and a thin brown coat was worn over a white dress.

There is a bit of girlish innocence in the black pupils, a few freckles on the face, and a bit of maternal brilliance as he holds his stomach with one hand.

The girl holding her other hand was about seven or eight years old, with dark blonde hair braided into double braids, and the two looked somewhat similar.

"Hello. Could you introduce yourself?"

"Hello, Miss Recia. My name is Awoshika, and she is my sister Jessica. This is my child, Glendon."

She stroked her belly, her voice was still a little immature, which didn't match her temperament.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Leicia, please take a seat."

In a remote and backward place like Yansier Village, where there are many customs, there is such a thing, and Recia feels that she can accept it.

But considering that she is still so young, can this hold up?

She touched her lower abdomen, feeling scared even thinking about it, she definitely couldn't do it.

A melodious song came, and a little boy playing the bone flute walked in. He also looked about seven or eight years old. He looked clean and dressed, and he came directly to Leicia to say hello.

"Sister Leicia, my name is Schiller, and I'm here to play a song in praise of the sacrificial saint."

After he finished speaking, he blew a beautiful melody. Leicia felt that she had gained a moment of peace and felt a little happy. This was the first child who was so bold.

"Thank you, Schiller, go and sit down."

Recia hugged him, patted his head,

Two well-groomed children also walked in, bowed to Leicia and sat in front.

A girl with dark green hair followed behind and gave Leicia a rose with thorns, her clear eyes seemed to seduce the other party's desire.

Not long after the time was up, Leicia counted up, and there were a total of 13 children including the ones in front.

The boy sitting in the back was as big as an adult.

She thinks that's fine, the fewer people there are, the easier it is to manage. Besides, it's just teaching them to recognize everyday characters, and the pressure is not too great, and it's easy to speak without systematic learning.

The village chief, Little, also walked in. The children below saw him coming in and stood up, all eyes on his face.

"Children, for the next six months, Teacher Leicia will teach you how to read. Don't offend her. Listen to her just like you listen to me."

After getting the promise from the child, Little left here and returned the home to Leicia.

"Then let's introduce each other first, my name is Recia. Let's start with you first."

She learned that the two old-fashioned children were named Mixon and Muir, the green-haired girl who came to provoke her was named Betty, and the adult child behind was named Germaine.

Fortunately, I will try it for half a year first. These children who are too unique may really not be able to teach them.

Maybe it's because of the freshness, Leicia was fine in the morning, taught them their own names, let them read and write by themselves, and now they go home to rest at noon, and there are two hours of teaching time in the afternoon.

The tall Germaine chased after him, "Mr. Leicia, do you like hunting?"

He punched in front of Leicia, with great explosiveness and strength.

'He wouldn't want to do anything to himself, would he? 'Lecia took two steps back, and saw the fence sticks stuck on one side.This should be able to resist for a while.

"I like staying at home, hunting is too tiring."

"That's a pity. We can fight together next time. I really like fighting those animals and becoming their master."

After finishing speaking, Germaine punched and kicked the air all the way, and left humming and haha.

Recia breathed a sigh of relief, she was just a weak girl, doing anything would be dangerous.

"Teacher Leicia, do you want to visit my secret garden? There are many beautiful ones."

Green-haired Betty swayed in front of Leicia. She looked about 12 years old, wearing a green ribbon dress, and her long hair was naturally scattered on her back.The immature face is already beautiful, and those clear eyes and thin lips seem to be seductive.

"Betty, are you always like this? You should pay attention to your behavior, otherwise you will cause trouble to others."

Recia asked Betty to act more dignified and walk with her. She folded her arms unceremoniously, with the expression on her face like a girl in love.

She couldn't help frowning when she saw it. Although she has a little heroic spirit, it shouldn't be like this.I'm not interested in your secrets.

"Teacher Leicia, everyone here can do whatever they want, is there something wrong?"

Betty raised her head and blinked at Leicia, who was only as tall as her neck.

"But it also needs the consent of others, if others don't want to."

"That's Mrs. Leicia, don't you want to? I'm so sad."

"It's time for you to go home for dinner, take a break, and have class in the afternoon, can you write your name?"

"I can write it. Is there any reward? Teacher Leicia."

Seeing Betty who was constantly seducing people's desires, Recia wanted to give her a big shave.

If the man must have fallen, how can these people teach children.Betty on the side also continued to speak.

"There is a very vicious person coming from my side. No one dares to approach him. Just like the strange old man in the east, they are two strange old men. I am afraid and dare not go back by myself."

Recia thought about the danger of Betty's appearance, so she sent her to the front of her house, and went back after seeing the door.Did not see the person she said.

On the way back, I passed by the home of the painting brothers and sisters. Their father Murray, an artist with gray hair, painted the strange "Yancier's Starry Sky" in the yard.

Seeing Leicia passing by and wanting her to be the model of this year's sacrificial saint, Leicia was naturally polite and perfunctory.