"You all rest later; I'll keep watch," Lance habitually offered. Sleep was unimportant to him anyway, and this way he could use the time to organize more books and teaching materials.
The school was still in its fledgling stage, offering only literacy and arithmetic. There was so much that needed improvement.
But for some reason, such an ordinary sentence brought tears to Junia's eyes.
"This… is a bit much, isn't it?" Lance hadn't expected this reaction and was momentarily stunned.
Fortunately, although Junia's emotions were intense, they quickly subsided. As she recounted her experiences, the others began to understand why she had reacted this way.
To put it simply, ever since she left the Monastery, she had always been alone. Even when she stayed in local churches, the Clerics there weren't very welcoming. They only tolerated her because she could perform Divine Arts and create Holy Water.
