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Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 725 - 313 The Dark Red Rust Rose, The Beginning of the New Order
At the end of November, the Southern Hemisphere was enjoying the pleasant early days of summer, with colorful ribbons and lush leaves dancing around the campus of Edith Academy as it welcomed its rare centennial celebration. During this time, visitors flocked to the academy, many residents curious to visit the premier academy of the Star Domain, turning the once quiet and spacious grounds into a bustling throng of tourists.
"Wow, is this Edith Academy? It feels so big~"
Around 12 years old, a child skipped happily along the exquisitely paved stone pathways, admiring the flower columns adorned with blue roses. On both sides of the road, there were various small shops and stalls operated by students, selling greeting cards, commemorative albums, and other handcrafted small gifts, specialty snacks, and more.
During the festival, there were very few classes, and the academy encouraged students to run small businesses to get a taste of life.
Vistors wandered down the streets, their gazes curiously sweeping over the array of items at each stall, including commemorative badges featuring blue roses, ceremonial longswords adorned with black roses, five different uniforms in collaboration with 'Gothic Dolls', hand-written greeting cards sealed with dried flowers, student-carved trinkets, Ticos red berries grown on campus, oak-grilled fish from the academy's lake, and numerous Edith Academy souvenirs related to Hexia.
"I want that 'Night Wanderer' uniform."
A boy around 15 pointed at a uniform hung inside the shop, a co-designed piece with a frost-colored base #e9f1f6 with accents of crow black #424c50 on the cuffs, collar, and decorative flowers. The broad black cuffs featured white patterns of skulls and roses, evoking death and mystery loved by the youth.
"Are you sure you want that one? How about the 'Indigo Sword Cloak' next to it? It seems more stylish," the boy's father suggested, pushing up his glasses.
"That's nothing compared to the 'Twilight Melody' worn by Tilan. I think it has so much character, understated yet profound," his mother suggested.
"Why not get them all?" the boy raised both hands, signaling he wanted all of them.
"That's not going to happen," both parents answered at once, deflating the boy's enthusiasm.
"Then it's the 'Night Wanderer'. I like this one," he said, carefully feeling the excellent texture of the cuff fabric.
On the other side of the street, a boisterous noise drew the attention of bystanders.
"Do you want to go to the puppet theater to see the show? My friend just came from there, and they say the performances are really good~"
"Then let's go," the group of companions laughed in response, some holding ice cream, others gripping freshly bought fruit iced tea, and various roasted snacks.
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Following the current of the crowd, a miniature Western-style mansion, like something out of a fairy tale, appeared on the grassy clearing, surrounded by temporary fences that kept the outside crowds at bay, allowing only dozens of people in at a time.
After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, the group entered the mansion curiously, greeted by red and white checkerboard flooring, a large clock face on a distant perforated wall, and classical oil paintings along the wall, all contributing to a retro and mysterious vibe.
Soon, the silence inside the mansion was shattered by the clock's pointers pointing directly upwards, as bell chimes resounded, doors closed, and darkness enveloped the room. Then, a faint golden glow descended from above, shining a little light on the dark floor.
A blonde girl wearing a Gothic coat dress slowly walked out, her hard-heeled shoes making clear sounds as they tapped on the floor.
"Welcome to my dollhouse, I am Alice Narlanphilly."
The lavishly dressed girl curtsied, crossing her legs in a bend, then straightened up to stand. Soon, the whir of gears sounded, and the floor began to rise, bringing up a small red carpeted stage. Several lifelike, delicate dolls flew out of the dark, some with golden wings, others with black and red bat wings, dressed in magnificent clothes or draped in heavy armor. These dolls clashed in the air before separating and landing on either side of the stage.
"Today's performance for everyone is the puppet opera 'The Legend of the Azure Songstress and the Crimson Songstress.'"
With those words, the dolls on stage retreated into darkness, and then two dolls, one in a magnificent red dress and the other in a blue dress, slowly walked out from either side of the stage.
The girl standing in the shadows at the back of the stage lifted her fingers, and below her, the exquisite dolls enacted a classic and moving opera. This marvelous performance enthralled first-time viewers, who were soon immersed, forgetting these were only dolls and becoming engrossed in the genuine history and legend.
Leaving the delicate dollhouse, at another branch of the densely crowded street, in front of a wooden cottage partly secluded by the forest, stood a throng of curious visitors.
"No worries, there's a chance for everyone~" the smiling older sister in a figure-accentuating witch's uniform soothed the queue of visitors, with several girls in similar witch costumes by her side. Some manipulated the floating, spinning divination cards on the table, others draped in black chiffon, slowly caressed the crystal balls in front of them, and others placed freshly made special potion bottles on the table for sale.
"This 'Dazzling Potion' can temporarily change your hair color and pupil color to that of the potion, lasting for six hours."
"The 'Eye Demon Potion' I hold, combined with this completed summoning formation diagram, can summon a Sequence 2 Eye Demon by yourself. They look cute, can help you attack and detect, and last for a day."