"If I hear a single problem from the children, extra ten years will be added to your term." At that time, Sister Josephine looked like a cruel stepmother.
"No way!" Veronica cried out.
"Hold it right there, Sister Josephine."
Someone opened the door and entered the disciplinary room. The room brightened up instantly. Everyone's eyes turned toward the uninvited guest.
"Head Priest!" Veronica gasped. She never saw him up close. She only saw him from far away during new year's eve. To be able to be in the same room as him, she felt all of her impurity washing away.
The Head Priest stepped forward. This sixty-year-old man had a polite smile on his face. His short hair turned grey. His eyes were gentle. A pure aura was spreading from his body. He opened his mouth and said, "I heard there was some trouble." His voice was serene, making everyone's heart calm down.
