Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"It still lacks some feeling. The hem of the skirt is not very good yet. What do you think, Dermot?"

"Lecia is the kind of girl who is more heroic and bright. Naturally, your girlish dress is not suitable."

"But this is how the sacrificial saint is dressed, but she still looks good this way. She is worthy of being a girl in our family."

Lecia stood in the middle wearing an exquisite white dress. Her long red hair was slightly curled back, with a few strands falling down on both sides of her forehead. She wore a braided headband made of wheat ears, thorns, purple flowers, and osmanthus leaves. wreath.

"There are some accessories missing on the neck, wrists, and ankles. You have to choose them before you can use them."

Natalia and Dermot were examining and caressing their necks and wrists. They couldn't put it down because of the softness on them. Lecia could only wait for the two guardians to speak.

"That's it. The election will start in a few days, and then it will take about a month to draw the portrait. I believe you can do it."

"I almost forgot about that grand ceremony. I really want to go there quickly. Let that day come soon."

"Me too, I will see the new Lecia when the time comes."

"I also made a few other styles of skirts, and I just wanted Lecia to try them on."

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

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

I seemed to have had a very lively dream last night, but I couldn't remember it. In a trance, I heard myself calling my sister. Was Natalia also dreamed into it?

After getting dressed up, he quickly went downstairs to have breakfast. Dermot was already there.

"If we are no longer here one day, you will starve to death sooner or later."

"Then let's wait until that day to talk about it." Lecia said nonchalantly. How could everyone be away and there is nothing dangerous?

"I will go to class."

"Remember to come back early to try on clothes. The day after tomorrow, you have to choose a sacrificial saint. Don't go fooling around somewhere again."

Lecia ignored the instructions from behind and quickly walked towards the classroom building.

You can obviously sleep a little longer, but if you insist on pulling yourself up, you are worthy of being a housekeeper.

In the front yard, Edmund was weaving his sail on the grass piles, and the house on the left far away from the road was piled with dark purple soil.

She searched her memory, but there was no memory of it.

The smell of decay, putrefaction, and stench permeated the place, and men in cloaks and hoods were cleaning and digging with shovels. I saw a horse-drawn carriage pulling thorns carrying packed sacks there before.

Is this making fertilizer? Lecia was full of doubts. What could be done in the village? It should be in the forest.

There were several rows of lemon trees planted along the road outside the steeple building, but the fruits on them were wrinkled. Lecia opened the door and went in. She found that no one had arrived yet, so she planned to go to her office to rest for a while.

When she came to the door, she heard gasping on the other side of the door. There was a voice that seemed a little childish and sounded like Awosika's. Could what Betty said be true?

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. There were two gasps, both from female voices.

Not caring much, he pushed open the closed door and saw a somewhat shocking scene.

Little was not inside, but his wife, Yulia, and Awosika were holding each other on the improvised lounge chair.

They looked at Lecia with her mouth open with tender, motherly eyes, "Teacher Lecia, it's impolite to peek into other people's privacy, or you also want to be a mother."

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

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

Women also have relationships with women, which she won't be able to accept for a while.

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

After saying that, she pushed out, closed the door, and ignored the sounds inside, feeling an indescribable feeling of disharmony in her heart.

It seems that no one else cares, but I care very much.

Two days passed like this, and Lecia did not encounter that kind of strange thing again, but Awosika looked at her with motherly eyes every time, and that beautiful light made her remember it deeply.

Betty just sat there with a handful of thorn flowers every day, looking at herself with a sinister smile, while tearing the flowers into powder.

He didn't look for me after class, but followed me silently, smiling sinisterly from time to time, like a strange shadow.

The painting brother and sister only care about their paintings, while the old-fashioned brother is just like a machine. Schiller and Germaine performed a performance, while the other danced and boxed. These are what give her the most peace of mind.

Those sloppy children still came to class covered in mud every day. They probably bullied the old man a lot, and turned a deaf ear to his words every time.

"Remember today's homework and give it to me tomorrow morning. You don't have to do it in the afternoon."

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

In the afternoon, there is an election to worship the saint. Then the whole village goes to vote in the square of the forbidden place.

"Teacher Lecia, we will vote for you."

"Yes, you are so beautiful, like a ball of fire."

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

The sloppy children skipped away after talking to the painting brothers and sisters. Some old-fashioned brothers expressed their support for their beloved teacher.

The rosy-faced Awosika came to confirm her intention with Lecia with her belly in hand. Her watery eyes, plump face, and maternal nature seemed to bring Lecia back to the scene that day.

"Thank you."

Lecia restrained herself, she must not do this, they are them, and she is herself.

After watching Awosika pull her sister away, the only two people here were the uncertain duo of Betty and Schiller Germain.

Lecia also had a headache with Betty. She didn't want to mess with this unpredictable little girl, but her unexpected behavior made her very uncomfortable. Fortunately, Schilegermann is here.

"Teacher Lecia, I also support you in becoming a sacrificial saint. Why don't you come to comfort me these days?"

Betty rubbed her green hair on her chest with both hands, and walked over shyly with her head lowered.

Schiller and Germaine, who were waiting aside, watched her performance in boredom.

"Betty, if some of my actions have hurt you, I apologize first. When inviting others, you must obtain their consent, not force, do you understand?"

Lecia thought for a while and continued to teach Betty seriously. The sad and pitiful look in her eyes made her feel like a ray of light on her back, making her whole body uncomfortable. She looks like a yandere.

"I understand, Teacher Lecia, I won't force you." Betty hugged the arm again, returning to her shy look.

"Let's go home to eat and rest first. We'll meet at the village square in the afternoon."