Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 472 - 181 The Sound of Trembling

"Now, please welcome Tilan to the stage to give her speech."

Inside the great hall of Edith Academy, a sea of students stood, arranged in neat formation, easily numbering over ten thousand. An opening ceremony as grand as this had never occurred before.

Previously, only new students were required to attend, while students of other grades did not have to participate. But this year was exceptionally different.

Despite the surprise at such an arrangement, no one objected, and when that girl in the black gown took her place at the front of the stage, the entire hall instantly fell silent.

It was a scene similar to last year’s, but the atmosphere was entirely different. If Hexia, who stepped onto the stage last year, was still a green and somewhat restrained girl, today’s her was able to sweep her steady gaze across the audience, and her attire no longer required glasses and a hat for concealment. Instead, she wore an exquisite gown, with a touch of dark style, adorned with a blue ribbon hair accessory.

This apparel was consistent with the mysterious and dark style that Edith Academy has long been known for to the outside world.

"A new term begins, and I welcome the new students who join Edith Academy, this school that harbors those with unique ambitions. I am Hexia Tilan, the current student council president and the sophomore class valedictorian."

"In the past, the academy has enjoyed many glories and has seen the emergence of geniuses and outstanding graduates. They experienced growth, made friends, and created beautiful memories during their four years here, and the academy takes pride in them." Hexia’s snow-white wrist stood out in sharp contrast to her pitch-black gown as she pressed her hand to her chest, introducing the history of Edith Academy from her sleeve adorned with folded flower decorations.

"...Now, a new era has begun, and we are set to face competition and challenges from other similar academies."

"Although failure is something unpleasant and frightening, the true regret lies in hesitating and not moving forward out of fear of failure and mistakes."

"Life is not as long as one imagines, and so-called youth does not exist in the fantasy of literature and film but is truly a part of every event that takes place around us. If we handle it carelessly and casually, all we might leave for the future is sadness and regret."

"I don’t want that to happen, and I hope that everyone can find the light and shine in their own lives, to experience the thrill and passion of pursuing your ideals with all your heart, like sparks struck from flint, stunning and illuminating the darkness of life."

"No one can negate everything about you and me. If anyone mocks or suppresses your ideas, then struggle with all your might. To outsiders, it may seem ugly and crazy, but I will know that it’s precisely such uniqueness that sets you apart from the ordinary."

"I dislike the life philosophy that sees money, status, and power as the only goals, for this world is incredibly free, and everyone can write the colors they like without confining themselves to a monotonous single hue."

"I wish for your lives to be like the dappled sunlight that filters through the leaves in the afternoon, reflecting a brilliant tapestry of colors."

Her words were succinct and steady, without deliberate intonation or hesitation. The clarity of her voice, simply speaking, overshadowed everything else at the scene, leaving countless students shocked and their hearts trembling, as if they were being baptized into a reawakened understanding of the world.

A freshman under the stage remained mentally shaken even after the girl with black hair had stepped down. He covered his leaping heart with one hand as if a shout was about to burst forth from it.

This powerful force of spirit and will, like a storm, shook every student present, not just the new one. Many upperclassmen, even those at Color Level 5, stared blankly at the slowly departing silhouette of the girl with black hair, as if nothing else mattered but that.

Is this the power of a Songstress? So formidable, so miraculous, as if every cell in the body was cheering and leaping for joy, for these brand-new ideals, for the desired and fervently sought-after goals.

Though this thought might seem naïve and stubborn upon rational analysis, he did not dislike this growing fervor. He was even willing to be captivated and driven by it, because this heartbeat was the unyielding and unpolluted self that refused any compromise or taint.

Hexia Tilan, this name, which was once somewhat distant, became deeply engraved in the hearts of all the students present at that moment. And from then on, this freshman Songstress of Color Level gained her first group of utterly loyal followers, who would stand behind her at the crossroads of history to come, serving as the support for her strength.

The ceremony had concluded, and as the students gradually left the venue, some of the teachers and board members remained in place, sitting together in a somewhat quiet atmosphere.

After a long silence, an elder slowly spoke, "Her power is indeed terrifying. Even I couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably after her speech had ended."

"Hexia... I feel both relieved and frightened when I think about how she wasn’t poached by other schools but entered our Academy instead."

"If she had joined Saint Ingo Academy like Temisia, I can’t even begin to imagine what the future would’ve been like."

"She is a completely different person from who she was a year ago," said N, adjusting her hat, reminiscing.

"If Tilan from a year ago was like fragile and beautiful glasswork, then the Tilan of today has forged a flawless and crystal-clear steel heart, devoid of any hesitation or wavering." Continue reading stories on novelbuddy

"In fact, she hasn’t changed. It’s just that the choices she’s made now spare her from the indecisiveness of her past."

"Let’s go. It seems there’s no need for us to worry about what comes next. The only thing we should probably do is to not hold her back but to offer her our utmost support."

"Exactly. I suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of anticipation. It might be a bit like schadenfreude and ill-intentioned, but I really want to see the faces of those from Saint Ingo, the expressions of regret and discomfort," a board member said, touching their hat and only placing it back on after a long while.

"Although I’m nearly seventy years old, I’ve never looked forward to something as much as I do today in nearly twenty years."

"It really is wonderful. It feels like there’s something to look forward to again, just like sitting in front of the TV as a child, eagerly waiting for the next episode to come on."

"Ahaha, not just you, I suspect all of us here feel the same. Over the years, we’ve had our fair share of grievances from Saint Ingo, especially that blow four years ago that brought a somber mood over the entire Academy."

"Still, I think we should hold back; good drama should be saved for last. Revealing too much too soon means we’ll miss out on the anticipated scenes in the future."

"For the next couple of years, let’s continue as usual and not draw too much attention from Saint Ingo. Not for anything else, I just want to witness the astonished expressions on their faces when they get slapped in the face and defeated."

"Such a scene, if recorded and played for me in my grave, would surely make me laugh."

"How could you do such a thing? That’s too inhumane. I think it would be better to turn it into a documentary, make a film out of it, and show it to every new student who joins the Academy so that future generations can understand the history of the Academy,"

"That’s what a school with a history and a heritage should do."

"Ahem, that’s a bit impolite. But personally, I quite agree."

Afterward, the remaining teachers and board members in the auditorium gradually dispersed amidst laughter, and then the Autonomous Units began to clean the entire hall.

The black rose pattern on the central wall of the hall exuded a faint blue glow, exceptionally vivid as if it were alive.

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