Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 114: Chapter 70: Poem of the Seven Emerald Birds (Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch 'Mrs. Shen Qi wants to cuddle with Alice')

After work, carrying a dinner box in hand.

Walking through the familiar corridors, Hexia returned home, slipped into breathable and comfortable slippers, and lightly settled onto the sofa before giving a slight bounce.

First, she closed her eyes and lay down for a while, then sat up to open the dinner box in front of her, which contained a T6-level vegetable and codfish rice meal she had bought on her way home from work.

Since she came back rather late, Hexia didn't want to spend time cooking and occasionally bought ready-made dinner boxes.

The pan-fried codfish lay quietly in the white compartment, a small amount of sauce beneath, emitting an enticing aroma; the adjacent section held neatly sliced, stir-fried vegetables with parsley, carrots, and eggplant, a burst of vibrant colors.

Sitting alone at the dining table, Hexia lifted her legs lightly, her feet somewhat relaxed on the crossbar below the chair, using chopsticks to eat the still-warm dinner in small bites.

With no one else around, the hall was particularly quiet, only the dust-covered items and the corners of the room indicated that once a complete family had lived here.

After finishing her meal, Hexia quickly cleared the table, then returned to the sofa and began flipping through her personal terminal.

Today was June 8th, with only four days left until the 12th when the gathering was to take place; she looked at the calendar and her gaze shifted towards the bedroom, suddenly thinking about whether she should prepare something, like buying a couple of new pieces of clothing.

It had been a year since she last bought clothes, and although what was left was still wearable, she didn't want to appear too pitiful at the reunion with old classmates, even though Hexia wasn't someone who cared about appearances. After all, she had now saved up some money.

She flipped to her personal wallet balance and clicked to enter.

[Your balance is: 35420.23 Federation Coins]

It was roughly thirty thousand plus Federation Coins, most of which she had earned while assisting the two seniors, 'Huale' and 'Vurowus.' Helping other maids would also net her a share, but overall, it was not as much as what she got from the two seniors.

After all, catering was the main revenue of 'Dream of Glazed Glass,' other business existed but was more scattered and not as concentrated.

Though 30,000 wasn't a huge sum, looking at the money in the card still brought a sense of security; she could survive for 2 years even if she lost her job immediately, the young girl calculated in her heart.

Well, I'll go buy clothes after work tomorrow.

She had gone shopping with Lina and the others before, but never bought anything herself to save money; now she could finally look at what she liked.

"Seven sisters, seven different personalities, seven different fates, all leading to the same ending..."

"The fairies of the forest, the sprites among the flowers, known as the 'Nymphs', the seven sisters turned into seven lamenting emerald birds after each of them met misfortune. They sang their sorrow and their vows, determined to take revenge on the most powerful hero of legend."

In the warm sunshine among the flowers, seven girls snuggled up to each other and slept. As they slowly grew up, they each revealed their unique elegance, and like birds, they began to fly in their own directions.

"The White Kite bird, with wings pure white as if painted..."

"The Flame Feather bird, with plumage orange-red as fire..."

"The Bone Owl bird, black as night all over..."

"The Perch Branch bird, with eyebrow plumes dark-blue as indigo ink..."

...

"In the end, white wings stained with blood, flame feathers extinguished, black wings fully shattered, indigo brows disgraced... and the wailing song continued, circling the trees, transforming into poisonous sap and thorny spikes upon falling."

"Reddish-purple entwined with pale turquoise, the thorns ultimately became wounds of curse, turned into tumorous spears that wept."

"The spear, like withered branches and dead leaves, hid in the night, wounding the grand hero on his journey, making his face withered like wood. He fell at the foot of a cliff, dying of thirst."

Compared to the 'Crowned Maiden', which was like real history, 'The Poem of the Seven Emerald Birds' was shrouded in a hazy and distant mythical hue. Although poignant, it wouldn't make one too sad; perhaps this is the beauty of myths and fairytales.

Closing the spread-out emerald storybook in her hand, the girl's voice gradually came to an end, and the changing scenery beside her slowly emanated a white light before transforming into a nameless hill blown by a gentle breeze. The girl in a black and white dress sat under the dappled tree shade, her eyes slowly opening.

"That was great, although a bit poignant, it still had a feeling of being sorrowful without being too hurtful," Belfeng clapped his hands.

"This level is just right; indeed, fairytales are a more suitable medium."

"This level, hmm, I understand," Hexia nodded slightly while holding her book, a faint measure in her mind.

"Then it's decided, Dantalion."

"Let's start our first official business the day after tomorrow!"