The return of vitality to the village was thanks to safely passing the last Saturday.

Moreover, the high-ranking person from the Vayen army who came and announced the cancellation of the village migration plan personally delivered the news. With that, they expressed gratitude for all the efforts of Lady Ariarte, and the people of the village were thoroughly soaked in the grace of the saint.

Even though Ibi was annoying with various antics, Zion also felt relieved.

However, he did not willingly admit that he valued the daily life here because the reason he became a teacher here was also Ibi.

Five years ago, when Zion learned that Ibi had disappeared, he rented the entire second floor of the two-story house. Perhaps to keep it empty in case Ibi returned.

But Ibi never returned.
Instead, three years later, he revealed himself in Teyenda. Zion, who had been wandering around like crazy looking for Ibi, couldn’t do anything for a while after hearing the news about Ibi.

It’s unknown whether the tension was relieved by the fact that he was alive, or if he became futile after going to Teyenda.

Perhaps he really didn’t know what to do now. For the past few years, he had been completely immersed in searching for Ibi.

So, unable to figure out what to do now after suppressing Amaneser and feeling lost, Zion, as if possessed, headed to the house where that man and Ibi used to live.

And until he had to go back on guard, he locked himself in the room without moving a muscle.

In such a small village, the rumor that a suspicious outsider appeared became quite a commotion.

Adults naturally regarded him with caution. So the children were naturally curious.

The little kids in the neighborhood, who showed great interest in the suspicious outsider, embarked on an adventure on the day Mrs. Marso left the house.

“Wow, it’s real!”

It was the day Zion had been locked in the second-floor house for three months.

“He’s really tall.”

“Maybe he’s a noble.”

Unable to climb up to the second-floor corridor, the little kids stood at the last step of the stairs, openly watching Zion and talking excitedly.

The innocent kids were fearless like animals born just a short time ago, and Zion, already exhausted, just pretended not to know everything, as everything was annoying.

But if it was really annoying, it would have been better to kick them out sharply.

The kids, thanks to his silence, approached stealthily. They started offering various things, such as tree fruits, mushrooms, and flat stones, to the second-floor corridor, hoping that the outsider would like them. There was no clear purpose or calculation. They just wanted to get close because there was a strange person.

But Zion had no room to find their actions cute.

So, ignoring them for quite a while, Mrs. Marso, who had been watching, made a suggestion.

“Can you teach the kids to read and write?”

It was for this worn-out young man rather than the children, but even so, Zion tried to refuse. However, Mrs. Marso spoke first.

“There’s a room upstairs that was used as a classroom. There are many books in the attic. Take a look.”

At her words, Zion recalled.

The moment when that man taught young Ibi to read, the memory of reading books.

For three days, Zion revisited that memory absentmindedly.

And when the village kids came back the next day, he asked if they wanted to learn to read and write. They ran away, screaming, saying things like “Eek, he’s talking.” They came back the next day on the same topic and eventually became his students.

Teaching someone was a first for him, but Zion was able to do better than he thought. It was because the memory of teaching young Ibi remained vivid.

“Oh? It’s the saint!”
Still in the midst of the class, a boy shouted towards the window. In response to that sound, without hesitation, everyone got up and crowded around the window.

As if it wasn’t noisy enough outside, villagers were coming in, following a woman and a few Vayan soldiers.

It was Ibi and her temporary escorts.

“Teacher?”

“Teacher!”

“Teacher….”

The kids rolled their feet restlessly, looking at Zion with desperate eyes.

Due to the saint who saved the village twice, everyone was so excited that classes were put on hold.

“…Bring the homework you didn’t finish today.”

Dealing with a crazy dragon was possible, but Zion didn’t have the courage to make these kids sit down again.

Eventually, when Zion gave up on the class, the kids ran out, screaming.

A commotion erupted, but quickly tranquility returned. In the empty classroom, Zion quietly looked down at Ibi.

Ibi had returned from Teyenda. Now it was finally time to tell the postponed story.

There’s much to say, but Zion didn’t go downstairs.

Somehow, he didn’t want to go first. Perhaps he was waiting for Ibi to come up to the second floor.

But even after Ibi entered the house, and the villagers dispersed, cheering with the soldiers from Vayan, Ibi still didn’t appear.

So Zion reluctantly went down the stairs, thinking, “Well, it is what it is.”

But even after coming down, Ibi was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he heard voices from the room that Mrs. Marso used to write in.

Now it was being used by Ibi’s injured servant.

A few days ago, the badly injured servant of Ibi sat down in this house. It was because Ibi’s mansion in Teyenda burned down and no longer existed.

Thanks to that, it was quite inconvenient. Yet, the moment Ibi Arriate came back, she seemed to have gone straight to see the servant.

An annoyed Zion was about to go back up when the door suddenly opened, and Ibi and Yubia came out together.

Ibi was nowhere to be seen when he came down. Instead, voices were heard from the room where Mrs. Marso used to write.

Now it was being used by Ibi’s injured servant.

A few days ago, the badly injured servant of Ibi sat down in this house. It was because Ibi’s mansion in Teyenda burned down and no longer existed.

Thanks to that, it was quite inconvenient. Yet, the moment Ibi Arriate came back, she seemed to have gone straight to see the servant.

An annoyed Zion was about to go back up when the door suddenly opened, and Ibi and Yubia came out together.

Ibi was nowhere to be seen when he came down. Instead, voices were heard from the room where Mrs. Marso used to write.

Now it was being used by Ibi’s injured servant.

A few days ago, the badly injured servant of Ibi sat down in this house. It was because Ibi’s mansion in Teyenda burned down and no longer existed.

Thanks to that, it was quite inconvenient. Yet, the moment Ibi Arriate came back, she seemed to have gone straight to see the servant.

An annoyed Zion was about to go back up when the door suddenly opened, and Ibi and Yubia came out together.

Ibi was nowhere to be seen when he came down. Instead, voices were heard from the room where Mrs. Marso used to write.

Now it was being used by Ibi’s injured servant.

A few days ago, the badly injured servant of Ibi sat down in
Dumbfounded by Ibi’s sudden kindness, Zion quickly gathered his wits and grew more suspicious and doubtful.

Could she be stalling for time? After all this, she wouldn’t be trying to escape again, would she?

Zion narrowed his eyes and stared at Ibi. To his surprise, Ibi, who would normally get angry, smiled charmingly.

“I know there’s a lot to talk about, so let’s eat first.”

Ibi said so while tying an apron.

At this moment, Zion should have noticed something strange.

For some reason, the Ibi he met again was behaving excessively cute.