She Is Not a Witch

Loranhil casually took the music score. In her previous life, she had never received any musical training, at most just singing along to karaoke songs. She knew a bit about the music notation in this world because Trina had taught her some basics.

The great witch of the Mercury Dynasty had hoped her student would learn some literature and art, to have more hobbies to ward off the emptiness of life.

She tried singing softly according to the score, thinking it would be difficult at first, having never received professional training or guidance. But to Loranhil’s own surprise, singing the songs on the score was as easy and simple as breathing. It felt somewhat unfamiliar, but there were no obstacles in singing. She could even vaguely sense that some parts of the original melody weren’t very harmonious, and if improved, the effect would be better.

Immersed in this wonderful feeling, she unknowingly sang through all the music in her hand.

A gentle, melodious voice echoed in the attic, as if scenery from a distant time came rushing forward, taking you into an incredible realm.

Lady Philia closed her eyes, listening quietly, unconsciously becoming completely immersed in the emotions of the music. This singing seemed to possess magic, achieving near-divinity with mortal skill, having a supernatural influence.

Without realizing it, Lady Philia’s slightly closed eyes became moist, and finally, tears fell.

Lady Philia asked if she had studied music before. When Loranhil denied it, she was somewhat disbelieving, because her handling of the song’s transitions and application was excellent, perfect even, better than Lady Philia herself in her youth.

She thought Loranhil might have some difficulties concealing the truth, but the music given to her was all recently composed by Lady Philia and had never been circulated. Yet this young lady sang it perfectly, with some slight modifications even surpassing Lady Philia’s original conception. It was truly incredible.

“Perhaps your talent isn’t limited to this,” Lady Philia sighed.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Lady Philia’s eyes lit up.

“Little Lacey, could you help with something?”

“Eh!?” Loranhil had a slightly bad feeling, her clear eyes looking at Lady Philia.

“We’re still short a lead singer for the Dew Festival. Could you take on that role?”

“This…” Despite the wonderful feeling of singing just now, Loranhil was still a bit reluctant to perform in public.

“Is Instructor Philia asking Lacey to be a songstress?” Laniel asked from the side.

“You’ve been saying you couldn’t find a suitable candidate, but now you’ve suddenly made up your mind.”

“Actually, there are many promising talents among the new generation of songstresses, like the White Songstress Floris and the Purple Songstress Trina.”

Lady Philia paused briefly, then continued.

“They will likely gradually become the continent’s new Azure Songstress or Scarlet Songstress, but I see a different possibility in Loranhil, a possibility to surpass all songstresses in history.” Lady Philia gazed at Loranhil, who was a bit embarrassed by the praise, and continued.

“You know, if you were born in the ignorant ancient times, if you couldn’t become a world-saving saint, you would definitely be a witch enchanting the world.”

Hearing the word “witch”, Loranhil felt a bit nervous, unsure how witches were viewed in the current world.

“A witch… you say?”

“Yes, legend has it that in the First and Second Eras, some girls of unparalleled beauty were born among humans. They were immortal and possessed terrifying supernatural powers, like deities walking among mortals.”

“This power was too strong and difficult to control, to the extent that many of their peers were somewhat afraid of them. But undeniably, their existence greatly enhanced human strength. Many executives of the Mercury Dynasty were witches. But entering the Third Era, they became fewer and fewer.”

“Especially when the Oz Kingdom fell, the Time-Space Witch Dorothy was nailed to the city tower by the knights of the Trey family. After that, no witch ever appeared before the world again.”

“No way, Instructor Philia, isn’t Lady Night a witch?”

“Lady Night’s situation is special. She’s the Book Witch who awakened in the early Third Era and has been serving as the principal of Emenas ever since. But because of this, she has never left Emenas, perhaps adhering to some kind of agreement.”

Lady Philia recalled that petite girl sitting on the high chair, who hadn’t left that stargazing tower for a thousand years. Rather than being the principal, she seemed more like a prisoner trapped by Emenas Academy, observing some kind of oath, confining herself there.

Sometimes she would think, if one day Lady Night no longer served as the principal, perhaps that would be the time of her liberation.

“Lacey, don’t worry unnecessarily. Rest assured, no one will call you a witch. I was just making a comparison earlier.”

“Moreover, the sages of Emenas have an agreement not to harm newborn witches. Although no one has seen what a real witch looks like, they still acknowledge the achievements of witches in history.”

Hearing this, Loranhil slowly relaxed. She knew very well that she was likely a newborn witch herself.

“If you’re willing to help with the Dew Festival, I’ll offer considerable compensation.”

Compensation = money, money = ending this period of constraint sooner. This made the young lady slightly tempted.

“You don’t need to rush to refuse. I know Carithes is very wealthy, but the compensation I’m offering is a letter of recommendation to Emenas Academy.”

Lady Philia opened a drawer and took out an exquisite black envelope, waving it in her hand as she continued.

“With this, you can go study at Emenas, where there are the world’s top supernatural masters, the richest knowledge and courses in all fields, and geniuses from all over the world. It’s a dream place where many wishes can be realized.”

Lady Philia continued her temptation.

“I’ll need to think about it,” Loranhil shook her head slightly. She wasn’t the type to be easily tempted into losing rationality.

“Alright, you don’t need to decide now. Give me your answer tomorrow afternoon,” Lady Philia arranged understandingly.

“I’ll give you this opera collection. I hope you can appreciate the charm of music and drama.”

Lady Philia handed over a thick book with a red cover. Loranhil curiously opened it. Inside were famous legends and stories from the Ivar world, not only describing opera-related content but also accompanied by exquisite illustrations. It was very beautiful.

After leaving “Blooming Beach”, Loranhil walked along the road, thinking about this matter and recalling the descriptions in the merchant association’s records.

The radiant Emenas, students from there participated in various countries and organizations. It’s no exaggeration to say that the supernatural upper class of this world basically all came from this academy. If one could influence the students of the academy, one could influence the next generation of the entire world.

And the two heroes who once emerged from there were the most widely spread legends on the continent.

The legend of Wind and Moon, the Red and White Princes, White Prince Roland and Red Prince Yalin.

Like two branches growing from one seed, originating from that beautiful ideal of Emenas, they created two world-renowned countries.

The Western Wind Kingdom where white horses galloped, and the Emerald Kingdom where the pale moon shone upon the world.