Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

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

The heroic red-haired girl on the bed opened her hazy eyes. Her hair and eyebrows were all red, and she looked like she was covered with flames in the morning sunshine.

"I understand, sister Natalia, don't rush me."

The red-haired girl was directly picked 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.

Lecia leaned against the mirror and brushed her teeth. Natalia helped her comb her slightly curly red hair that was messed up by sleeping, then pulled down her nightgown and helped her change her clothes.

"Natalia, I can do it myself."

"If I don't help you, you will be late, and it will be us who will be embarrassed."

Natalia pulled the washed Lecia downstairs.

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.

"Dermot, you are so kind. I can't bear to let you go." Lecia ate the bread, cheese and 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 waste time here."

"Are you in charge?"

Lecia retorted to Natalia that Dermot was the wife of their brother, who later became seriously ill and died. She was studying in school at that time, and she didn't get to see her even once when she came back. Dermot has also remained here.

"How dare you talk back to me." Natalia directly grabbed Lesia's ears.

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

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

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

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

The old man pruning the hydrangeas and velvet chrysanthemums there didn't seem to hear her. Her body was stooped, and the skin on her face was like the bark of an old uncle's tree. She was holding the scissors.

Lecia didn't care either. She had been away from here for a long time. If her brother hadn't been seriously ill and died, she wouldn't have come back.

The family's property and land needed to find a male heir, which meant that one of her and her sister Natalia had to sacrifice himself to get married. She and Natalia had a tacit understanding not to mention this.

The carriage pulled by the villagers raised a burst of dust on the road. Lecia hurriedly avoided it. The road covered with weeds left two deep exposed marks pressed by the wheels.

What struck her as strange was, what was this man doing pulling a bunch of thorns? It seems that they are all planted in flower pots. Have the purchasers outside changed their tastes?

"I'm going to succeed, a boat that can fly above the clouds."

The courtyard next to it was filled with wood and carpenter's tools. It looked like some young men were dancing there. In front of them was the keel frame of a ship, with the three tall sails and masts on it.

"Edmond, are you daydreaming again?"

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

Arriving at the dilapidated masonry spire building in front, this is the schoolhouse of Yansir Village. The small old castle separated by a wall next to it is the village chief Little's home.

Inside her own small office, apart from desks and chairs, there was a small bookshelf stacked with books. There was a stack of white paper on the table, which she prepared for her students.

When I came back, I found that there was nothing to do. My sister Natalia just asked the village chief Little to discuss teaching the children in the village how to read.

It happened that she agreed without having anything to do. The strange thing was that she didn't see the children when she arrived. When she walked out, she saw a few sloppy children walking to the simple classroom on the side.

His hair was a little fluffy and messy, his coarse clothes were stained with mud and dirt, and his feet were still stained with mud from playing.

Lecia first went to the village chief Little and asked him to introduce her to this group of people and establish his authority.

After walking through the small door in the wall and opening the door of the office next door, she saw the village chief Little making out with a woman. She didn't know why she wasn't surprised at all.

Little looks like he is in his forties, with few deep wrinkles on his face, a capable man, and black hair with a few strands of obvious white. He is half a head taller than her who is 1.7 meters tall.

He was pressed against a mature woman in her early thirties, her dark blond hair squeezed between the two of them.

The woman has pure blue eyes like the sky, plump lips, beautiful and plump, and a swollen belly, as if she has been pregnant for four or five months, 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 ready, Lecia. Do you want to experience what it feels like to be a mother? This is my wife Yulia. She has now experienced the greatness of a mother."

The woman also responded in a soft and whispering tone: "I didn't expect Lecia to be so big already. You have grown very well. Becoming a mother will make you plumper and more motherly than me."

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

However, I have no interest in becoming a mother, and I am still young, so I need my sisters and others to take care of me.

"I'm 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. Just go to the classroom and wait. I'll be back in a minute."

Returning to the simple classroom, the table below is an old-fashioned theological desk and chair, with paint peeling off or many wooden boards repaired.

Only Lesia's one is still in good condition, but it's a bit old.

The blackboard behind him also cracked several pieces of skin, revealing traces of lime inside. The black and green paint on it cracked, and the texture was like the marks on a turtle's shell.

Two more children with wooden boards walked in outside the door. They had brown-black hair and were six or seven years old. Their clothes had traces of paint on them. They saw Lecia's eyes on them and smiled back.

"Do you want to paint too? You should be the teacher who comes to teach us."

The boy and girl came directly to Lecia who was sitting and showed her the front of the wooden board in their hands.

Above are frames stacked on top of each other, each frame a different color.

The girl's picture is made of dots of different colors, and the background is painted with purple paint, which looks undoubtedly like children's graffiti.

After reading it, Lecia touched their heads and tried to look as amiable as possible.

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

"It's a good idea, but I need to be more precise in the future. What are your names?"

"My name is Lorela/Ayyub."