“Is this… a daycare center?” The perceptive Yeongae inquired, and the other Yeongaes all shivered in unison.

“L-Lady, haven’t we come here to prepare for the party?” one of them asked.

“Yes. Party preparations begin here,” I replied.

“You’re having a party here?!” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Today, we’ve come to invite a special guest for the party.”

Without hesitation, I opened the main door.

The daycare center director came out immediately to welcome us.
I opened the main door without hesitation.

The daycare center director came out immediately to greet us.

“Hello. Welcome to Saint Margaret’s House,” the director greeted us with a polite but not overly formal demeanor.

“Hello, Director.”

I gestured towards the trembling Yeongaes behind me.

“These are the daily teachers I mentioned.”

“Tea-teachers?”

“Didn’t Lady just point to us?”
The Yeongaes began to whisper among themselves. Some of them still couldn’t believe it and even turned around, as if expecting a teacher who hadn’t appeared yet.

I smiled broadly at the Yeongaes and gave them a meaningful look.

“Young ladies, since it was quite challenging to arrange this, I kindly request your active cooperation.”
How much effort had I put into finding a conscientious daycare center? The principled director, who was a stickler for rules, never overlooked anything that could harm the children.

I could only hope that the Yeongaes wouldn’t say anything strange and mess everything up.

One of the Yeongaes approached me cautiously.

“Um… Lady Reyna, weren’t we here to plan our party? Why all of a sudden are we daily teachers?”

“That’s right. We gathered here to plan a charity party.”
Yeongae nodded quickly, as if understanding now.

“This is the theme of our charity party.”

I pointed to the crumbling mansion.

“Education for the common people.”

I smiled again.

“As the theme suggests, we should set an example, shouldn’t we?”

Even the hesitant Yeongaes at the beginning quickly got the hang of it once they started working.
Perhaps it was because the Yeongaes had lived with governesses for most of their lives, but they imitated teachers quite well.

“Miss Hannah, you shouldn’t hold the pen like that. You should hold it elegantly like this, which will improve your posture and make your hand less tired.”

“Mr. Andrew, you must learn to write your name properly. Make sure you master the art of writing your name perfectly by the end of today.”

As per my plan, the Yeongaes, who were nobility in name only and not much different from well-off commoners, treated the students quite well.
Perhaps because governesses always treated them with respect, the Yeongaes used polite language even with the daycare center children. They didn’t look down upon or ignore them just because they were commoners.

Except for one.

Lamira Yeongae’s friend, Viscount Douglas Yeongae, sat with a harsh expression that didn’t seem fitting for a well-mannered Yeongae, his fists clenched.

“Teacher, is this how you write it?”

Even when the student asked, Viscount Douglas Yeongae remained silent.

“Teacher?”
The child called out again and tugged on Viscount Douglas Yeongae’s arm.

“Ah!”

Viscount Douglas Yeongae screamed and pushed the child’s hand away. He shivered as if he had touched a bug, casting a disdainful gaze at the child.

The child widened their eyes in surprise.

“What are you touching! Disgusting.”

In an instant, the atmosphere in the classroom turned as cold as ice.
The Yeongaes who were teaching remained frozen in their seats, exchanging cautious glances, and tears began to well up in the trembling child’s eyes. Even the face of the director, who had been observing the situation, contorted without restraint.

Things seemed to be getting out of hand.

I stood up abruptly.

“Viscount Douglas Yeongae!”

I quickly seized his wrist and led him towards the door.

“Get out. You’re not fit to be a teacher.”

“Hmph. Who needs a teacher for these beggars?”
I quickly covered Viscount Douglas Yeongae’s mouth before anyone else could hear, and with all my strength, I pushed him out of the room.

“Stay in the carriage or outside, as you wish. Just don’t think about setting foot inside this classroom.”

Viscount Douglas Yeongae gestured around, his voice tinged with annoyance.

“What? You expect me to wait here? I’m going back to the academy right away.”

“Then walk.”
I closed the door with a bang in front of Viscount Douglas Yeongae, who seemed baffled and only muttered in response.

I had tried to keep him around, thinking he might be useful in some way, but it seemed I had miscalculated.

As I turned back to the students that Viscount Douglas Yeongae had been teaching, the director was waiting for me with a stern expression.

“Lady, you do understand, don’t you? This could be problematic.”
I immediately lowered my head. The surrounding Yeongaes looked surprised, their eyes wide like rabbits, but for now, calming the director’s mood was a priority.

“I’m sorry. I promise this won’t happen again.”

“This time, I’ll let it pass.”