"That's it for today. Class dismissed."

"Goodbye, teacher," the little girls chorused.

Elin closed her textbook, watching the children leave the classroom—a space that had once belonged to a noble's residence, but was requisitioned by the lord after the Months of Demons and transformed into an academy. Both upstairs and downstairs, the partition walls of the small rooms had been knocked down, creating several larger rooms that could accommodate four to six batches of apprentices at the same time, referred to as "classes" according to the textbook's classification. During the day, the classes were mostly filled with children, while adults attended in the evening.

She had originally thought it would take a long time for her application to become a teacher to reach the City Hall, but to her surprise, after Feilin reported the matter, she received approval the next day. Then came registering her identity at the City Hall, lingqu textbooks, and receiving a class schedule.

The students she was responsible for teaching were mostly the children of townspeople. It took a lot of effort to get this group of troublemakers to listen properly. One chapter in the textbook was dedicated to maintaining classroom discipline, and the methods described there opened her eyes. In addition to traditional verbal criticism and corporal punishment with a cane, there were also evaluations for excellence, dividing into groups, establishing group leaders and class monitors to manage themselves, and so on.

The person who wrote this textbook must have been a veteran with many years of teaching experience, considering everything so comprehensively, right?

Walking out of the academy, Elin immediately saw the knight waiting for her at the entrance, Feilin. Sierte.

He was no longer wearing shining armor, holding a shield and longsword embroidered with the lion emblem, but he was still incredibly handsome. A simple leather jacket highlighted his tall and straight figure, paired with his well-defined features. Even with empty hands, he was still the Dawnlight in her memory.

After giving him a hug, Elin noticed that Feilin's expression was a bit off.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"..." He hesitated for a moment, "His Royal Highness the Prince has invited us to the palace for afternoon tea."

Elin paused, "Us?" She immediately guessed what he was worried about, patted his back, and shook her head, "His Royal Highness the Prince hasn't even met me, how could he be like the duke... Besides, aren't you here?"

"Yes," Feilin nodded, "This time, I will protect you."

In the afternoon, Elin dressed simply, choosing a proper long dress, and went to the lord's castle with her husband.

Led by the guard into the reception room, before long, a gray-haired man appeared at the door. Undoubtedly, he was the lord of the Western Territory, Roland. Wimbledon. His side was followed by a lady, around thirty years old, whose posture was steady and capable. From the charming features, it could be seen that she must have been an outstanding beauty when she was young. The two quickly got up and bowed.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Sierte," Roland sat down in the main seat, "These on the table are all palace delicacies, feel free to enjoy them, don't be constrained."

"Thank you for your invitation, it is my honor to come here for tea," Feilin replied according to noble etiquette.

"This lady is called Juan, and she is also the head of the Education Department of the City Hall. I think you should have met her."

"Indeed," he nodded towards Juan, showing respect, "I haven't thanked you yet. Without your permission, Elin wouldn't have become a teacher so quickly."

So she helped me, Elin thought, giving her a grateful smile.

After chatting casually for a while, Feilin tentatively asked, "I wonder why Your Highness called us here?"

"It's related to education," Roland paused, looking at Elin, "I heard that you used to work in the Fortress Theater, were you a theater actress?"

"Uh..." Elin didn't expect His Royal Highness the Prince to ask her this question, "I only officially performed in one show."

"That's right, I plan to stage a play in the town square every weekend," the Prince said directly, "As for the script, screenwriter, and conductor, they are all available, only lacking performers. You don't have many classes, and you have experience in drama, so I would like you to star in this play. Of course, there will be extra remuneration. I wonder if you are willing?"

"..." Elin looked at His Highness in disbelief, confirming that the other party was not joking.

After laughing, she nodded excitedly, "Your Royal Highness, I am willing!"

Performing on stage has always been her wish. After leaving the Changge Theater, she knew that she might never have the opportunity to perform in a play again. When facing Feilin, she didn't show any regret, but just hid her wish in her heart. Unexpectedly, she still had a day to return to the stage.

"These plays are all performed for the masses, so the requirements are not high, just be able to tell the story clearly. Do you have such friends in the Changge Fortress—who have some understanding of drama, want to perform on stage but have no chance? If so, you can write a letter to them, just say that in Border Town, there are performances every weekend, and the salary is the same as the Fortress Theater."

"Even they can? I know a lot!" Elin said happily, "I will write to them when I get back. If they can get a performance opportunity, I think they will be very happy to come to the town!"

"Very good," Roland handed over three booklets, "These are the scripts, with numbers on them. Your performances will start with the first story. The content is all adapted by Juan, and it is very close to the lives of ordinary people. You can take it back and read it carefully first, and if you don't understand anything, ask Juan."

"Yes, Your Highness! Thank you!" Elin bowed.

...

"Is this okay?" Juan asked, "Those stories were clearly all thought up by you."

"What does it matter, in their eyes, the prince can't write such vulgar things," Roland stretched, "And without your final modification and polishing, the script couldn't have been completed in such a short time."

"I don't think the stories are vulgar at all," she shook her head, "Although I don't know why you are so clear about it, those are all things that happen around the people, touching and thought-provoking, and the performances will definitely be very popular."

Of course it will be very popular, Roland thought. The first two scripts were adapted from "Cinderella" and "Midnight Rooster Crowing," tested by the people for a long time. The former described the touching love between the common people and the royal family, and the latter was the struggle of the bottom people against unscrupulous landlords. Of course, they have all undergone localized adaptations. For example, the witch in Cinderella has become a witch, and the landlord in "Midnight Rooster Crowing" has become a fierce little nobleman. Roland plans to release the third work, "Witch's Diary," after the first two dramas have a profound impact, which is also his true purpose.

This is a script conceived entirely by him, telling the story of three children who became witches, but each took completely different paths. He did not directly mention the church, but focused on the journey of these three people: one child was abandoned by her parents, one was used as a tool, and the last lucky one's parents still loved her deeply, and paid with their lives to protect her. In the end, the three of them came together by chance, defeated those who wanted to put them to death, and like ordinary people, gained their own happiness.

Roland plans to make "Witch's Diary" into a series to reshape the values ​​of foreign people, and implant the concept that everyone's relatives may become witches, and they are not evil-doers, in a tortuous and touching drama.