“Ah, is that so? Then I will write down the name of the person you just recommended and put it in the box.”

Norjia looked at Lucia with an interesting and playful smile.

And,

“Now, for fairness, please come forward, the last person you recommended.”

As everyone knows, Lucia had never spoken out.

But whether it was fate’s joke, Lucia, who had even come up to the podium, repeated putting her arm in the box and taking it out, her eyes dried up like dried fish, mechanically, whenever half the name was called.

Thus, one by one, the names were announced, and those representative names were being written on the small chalkboard behind.

Dove class, Mera Literin.

Duck class, Serdin Poppin…….

Indeed, were the active women seizing the opportunity, or Lucia, who was blankly watching the familiar names being called as class representatives one by one?

Then, again mechanically flipping through the notes, she handed over the note of the goose class.

“Goose class. Lady Ringneil of Bashab family. Congratulations.”

Again, envious exclamations and applause from the ladies followed.

And last, the sparrow class where Nia was.

The sparrow class also had quite a few ambitious ladies, so there were quite a few notes, and she flipped through the box.

But, the name of the family that had just come out of the principal’s mouth stuck in her ears.

The Bashab family.

Now, the imperial family had died young, and the premier had retired, and it had become a family that held the power of the empire with its wealth.

Although Lucia had already retired and had not seen it directly, even if she lived alone in the mountains, the name of those families known to all the former imperial citizens, she could not have been unaware of.

Thinking so, even the women who had been chatting at the same table with her until just now.

They were the families that would benefit the most from Hasnas’s magic stone investment.

No, surely, it’s a coincidence.

These goodlooking ladies would have nothing to do with the temple…….

Lucia then, doubting herself, secretly unfolded the note she had already grabbed in the box.

Susha Whitney.

Bashab, Poppin, Literil, Whitney.

Without an inch of error, they were the names of the families that had become the pillars of the empire after Lucia retired.

Really, did they take part in killing the saint while she was alive?

Standing on the podium, Lucia watched the ladies who were now called, respond to congratulations and wear happy smiles.

Even though Lucia was indifferent, she was not someone who could not recognize even the innocent smiles of women.

She could not know how they had come together with some past connection to become the real power of the empire.

But if the opportunity had started here?

Thinking so, Lucia instinctively sensed that something involved in the sealing of the saint had started in this kindergarten.

And she decided.

Instead of Susha Whitney, who was now in her hand, she would become the parent representative of this sparrow class.

She began to pick out the note with her name on it.

Ordinary people would have to take out the notes one by one and check them, but Lucia was a master among masters.

To distinguish the empty notes, she closed her eyes and concentrated all her mind on her palm, then picked out the note with the least ink weight.

So, it was a moment when the grand sword master’s skill was being used for cheating to become a class representative.

Lucia, with a high degree of concentration, picked out the note and handed it to Principal Norjia.

“Oh my? Congratulations, Lucia. It’s you at the end.”

Again, the sound of welcoming applause rang out in the parents’ conference room.

But despite the good atmosphere, Lucia, with a stern face, was looking at Susha Whitney, who was supposed to be the original representative.

It was to check if there were any plans at all.
But the woman with slender golden hair and a cute aura, briefly appeared disappointed like the others, then soon smiled brightly, sending a welcoming smile.

It seemed it wasn’t planned after all.

Lucia, seated amidst many welcoming applause.

Marien, at the seated place, worriedly handed her a handkerchief, and through that action, Lucia realized that sweat had collected on her forehead.

It seemed like making a specific part of the body supersensitive beyond human limits had taken a toll on her body.

At the moment of reaching for the handkerchief, the principal’s excited voice was heard.

“Now then, the temple baptism ceremony must be over. The children are waiting. Please move to your seats, everyone. Thank you all for your hard work.”

Lucia dropped the handkerchief handed to her by Marien’s words.

“Miss Lucia?”

“…Temple baptism ceremony?”

“Huh? The baptism ceremony was mentioned in the notice, didn’t you know?”

“……!!!”

Only then did the white flock that had flashed past the window outside Lucia’s mind go by.

They had been the real priests that they didn’t dare believe.