Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 357: Summer Tranquility

Emenas, Tower of Wind Sound.

“Ding ding dong dong——”

When the door at the bottom of the tower was pushed open, the wind chimes hanging above the head made a crisp sound, echoing in this quiet tower.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

A silver-haired figure walked into the tower and asked softly. The light voice sounded particularly pleasant amidst the tinkling of wind chimes.

"Isn't he here?" Loran Hill held the book in her hand, looked up at the spiral staircase, lifted her skirt, and walked up step by step.

This is where Lady Filia, the former Blue Songstress, lives in the school. The lower level of the tower is open and spacious, and is occasionally used for students to practice dance and chorus. The middle floors are instrument rooms, and the upper floors are where Lady Filia herself lives.

Because it is vacation, there are not many students in Emenas and it has become quiet.

The wind from the window occasionally blew up the light blue curtains, revealing the bright weather outside. A faint chirping of cicadas could be heard in the distance. Walking alone on the wooden steps, Loran Hill could clearly hear his own footsteps, and the slight trembling of the wooden planks beneath his feet.

Although Loran Hill had graduated from Emenas for many years, the furnishings and layout here were not much different from what she remembered. Only the scratches and peeling marks on the armrests where her fingers had touched reminded the girl that time had passed slowly.

When he arrived at the third floor, Loran Hill saw many musical instruments placed in the classroom. They were covered with white cloth to prevent dust. The ground was covered with a thin layer of dust. He could roughly tell which ones were pianos, cellos, harps, and snare drums by their shapes.

Continuing up, the fourth floor seems to be a classroom used for lectures. However, it is not big, with only about 20 seats, which are arranged very loosely. There are also two pianos in the corner. One of them, Loran Hill, looks familiar. It is the harpsichord that Lady Filia once taught her to use.

There are very few such pianos now. In fact, Loran Hill has only seen it at Lady Filia's place.

Turning the stairs and going up, there is a small stage on the fifth floor, which can be used for solo performances. There are two circles of chairs below. Because it is relatively high up and the wind is very strong, the windows are closed and the air is a bit stuffy.

In the corner of the room there is a hanging blackboard with the words 'June 12, Songxia Performance' written on it, and below it are the names and program list.

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Anna Luo's "Water Fairy"

Zinaia's "Moon Sonata No. 3"

Hunter's Gallop of Glory

Lance's "Riding on the Back of the White Dragon"

Difengte: The World in the Eyes of a Puppet

Hollanda's "Saw Song"

Most of them are singing, and a small part is playing. It seems to be a graduation performance at the end of the semester, and the teachers will score the students based on their performance.

After turning the stairs on this floor, Loran Hill continued to go up to the sixth floor. This is usually the room where Mrs. Filia receives friends or talks with students. Unfortunately, the door is currently closed, but the scene inside can be seen through the window on the side.

There is a round table in the middle, with half-moon sofas on both sides. There is also a desk and two rows of bookshelves in the room, so it doesn't look crowded.

Going up further is the floor where Lady Filia lives, but Loranhill noticed that there was no one there at the moment.

Then wait a while, I guess he will be out by now.

Before coming, Loran Hill had asked and found out that Mrs. Filia was indeed in school, so he was not worried about not being able to wait and making a wasted trip.

Bending down to look at the stairs, the girl blew away some dust, then sat down with her skirt rolled up and her body slightly leaning to one side.

The tower became quiet again, with only the rustling of the curtains in the wind being heard.

Loran Hill has almost solved all the problems within the empire, and the rest will just be left to them to complete on their own.

You have to let go when it's time to let go. Sometimes, if you care too much, people will dislike you. Loran Hill squatted down and slowly drew circles on the dusty ground with his fingers.

She used to hate adults' interference in her life, and now that she has grown up, she naturally doesn't want to repeat her old path.

Human beings are very special beings. If it is not their own choice, even a good thing will become something boring under forced arrangements.

Now that witches and sages no longer forcibly interfere with the rise and fall of forces within the empire, everything will rise and fall according to the laws of nature. The old and outdated will be gradually eliminated in the tide of the times, and new things will naturally slowly replace them.

The fire has already started, and all that remains is for it to spread gradually to the whole world.

There will be a process of selection. One end of the scale is reality and the future, and the other end is emotion and memory. They carefully put various things in until they finally reach a balance and then stabilize.

After completing his mission, Loranhill returned to Emenas, an academy with many memories.

After waking up, she experienced a lot of things. The time she spent as the eldest daughter of the Chamber of Commerce in Hopeland was not long, only half a year. Her real contact and in-depth understanding of the current world was actually completed in Emenas, where she also met many friends and partners.

For example, former roommates, Niya, Alena, Letis, acquaintances Bumansha, Ye Ling, etc., and Keti who was entrusted to take care of by Si Ye and Chris in the second grade.

Recalling the scenes of playing in school, a faint sense of nostalgia rises in my heart.

I don’t know how they are doing now, I’ll go and see them occasionally.

In this way, Loran Hill sat quietly on the stairs of the tower, his fingers unconsciously drawing on the floor, recalling many scenes in his mind, and time passed slowly.

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