Miss Witch Doesn't Want to Become a Songstress-Chapter 239

In the student council office of the Hive Dominion Academy, a spacious room was filled with people. Among them, a girl with deep purple long hair sat at the center of the sofa, her long legs crossed, watching the projected images not far away. Around her, other members in identical uniforms either sat or stood.

"Oh, Sesaron actually backed down. That’s quite unexpected," she remarked in a low voice, blowing on her coffee.

"The three people beside her also come from notable families, but they appeared in the footage today. It seems Edess Academy is taking this seriously," a bespectacled girl behind the sofa replied.

"Tatanis, Pecosy, and Huna—I vaguely remember them. Last year, they clashed with our academy when they booked the entire Cloud Spire," a short-haired, efficient-looking girl chimed in.

"Such arrogant and flamboyant people suddenly changing their ways and publicly apologizing—it’s hard to believe it was just simple persuasion."

"However, according to tradition, the higher-ups at Edess Academy wouldn’t directly pressure the students’ families. That would go against their unspoken rules."

"So it must be something else. Maybe that old fox?"

"Amorth? He might be capable of it, but given his cunning and lazy nature, he’d probably just make Sesaron apologize on stage. As for the other companions behind her, they likely wouldn’t show up."

"It seems there’s someone else involved."

"Did you find out who will take over Amorth’s position?"

The deep purple-haired girl, with her low, commanding voice, spoke up, and the others immediately fell silent.

"Sorry, we haven’t found out yet. Although Amorth has been busy since the start of the school year, he hasn’t been particularly close to any first or second-year students. Most of the student council’s affairs are still handled by the old guard."

"Hmph, it seems he’s hiding it well. Never mind, he’ll graduate in a month anyway. We’ll find out eventually." freewёbnoνel.com

"Speaking of which, I also need to start considering candidates for the next student council president."

"Who are you thinking of? Currently, Princoco is extremely popular."

"As for her, forget it. Although Princoco is very popular, she doesn’t like the tedious work of the student council. I spoke with her when she first entered the academy," the girl on the sofa shook her head and set her coffee cup down.

"The academy’s board also hopes Princoco will focus more on music and publicity to secure more political resources for the academy."

"Thanks to this songstress, our academy’s enrollment has been much better over the past two years, and our external collaborations have also gone smoothly."

"Who knows, maybe we can challenge Saint Ingo in the next year or two, although the odds aren’t great," she said calmly, without a hint of anxiety.

"By the way, I recently heard that Crystal Grid Academy is trying to ally with Edess Academy. Has that been confirmed?"

"There are such rumors," another student council member replied.

"However, Edess Academy hasn’t agreed immediately. They said they need some time to consider."

"Thunder Edge gave Crystal Grid Academy a hard time. Now they’re thinking of forming an alliance."

"Crystal Grid Academy has always been cautious and calculating. They won’t allow any risks and always prepare contingency plans in advance," one member commented.

"Among the top six academies, Relisa Academy is the most low-key, with almost no news coming out."

"They’re different from us. Relisa Academy is known for its conservative ethos. Not only is dating prohibited, but even access to the Star Network is restricted. It’s said that this is to allow students to focus entirely on their studies and training, free from external distractions."

"That’s too oppressive. I couldn’t stand it."

"Indeed, they have the fewest students among the top six academies, but their overall transcendent level is higher."

...

As the discussion continued, the apology press conference in the projection was nearing its end. The deep purple-haired girl in the center pressed a button on the remote, turning off the screen. She leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest for a while before asking the members behind her.

"Our confrontation with Edess Academy is coming up soon, right?"

"Yes, it’s at the end of this month. The stage is at the crossroads of Two-Tone Flower Street. Originally, the two participating clubs were ’Blazing Flames’ and ’Indigo Cornflower.’ But since the Cornflower club has disbanded, Edess Academy will likely replace them with another club."

"The founder and president of ’Blazing Flames’ is Princoco. If she participates, most of the academy will come to watch, and everyone will be focused."

"It’s a bit of a headache. Originally, our opponent was the easy target ’Indigo Cornflower.’ Now that they’ve disbanded, who knows which club Edess Academy will send."

"What’s the theme of the confrontation?" one member asked curiously.

"It’s ’music,’ so I don’t think we need to worry. We have an active songstress on our side. How could we lose?" another member replied.

"Phew, that’s a relief."

"Is there really a need to worry so much?"

"Maybe not before, but since last year, we’ve been on a winning streak. I don’t want to suffer a defeat in our final confrontation before graduation."

"Haha, definitely not. I think this confrontation will be the perfect memory before we graduate. We can even get Princoco’s autograph and take a photo with her."

"Time flies. Four years have passed in the blink of an eye," someone sighed, and the room gradually fell silent.

The president, leaning in the center of the sofa, rested with her eyes closed for a long time, not participating in the later conversations. Only when the room was completely quiet did she open her deep red eyes and stand up.

"Let’s go. Today’s viewing is over. It’s time to start a new round of inspections and supervision. This year’s Winter Festival performance must give Saint Ingo a surprise."

"Yes, President!" the members responded in unison, following the deep purple-haired president out of the office.

...

In a music room at the corner of the academy, a girl with caramel-colored short hair sat on a stool, wearing a light jacket. She strummed her guitar while looking at the sheet music, adjusting the melody. Soon, a lively tune filled the room.

"Prin~ How’s the new song?"

After she finished playing, three other girls in the room gathered around her. They were all members of the same band, with Princoco as the lead singer and soul of the group.

"I’d give it an 85. Not bad."

Princoco’s fingers danced across the guitar again, tweaking the rhythm of the sheet music to find the most suitable tempo.

"Ugh, this was composed by a famous composer from the Central Star Region, commissioned by the academy at great expense. Still not satisfied?" her companions asked curiously.

"The composition might be good, but it doesn’t suit my style. It feels too old-fashioned. The composer must be in their seventies or eighties—no energy at all," Princoco said dismissively.

"In my opinion, we need to find a cutting-edge composer, preferably one who loves explosive rock. That would be more exciting."

Princoco put down her guitar after another round of adjustments.

"Should we ask Senior Yolanda? She used to be a songstress and probably knows many talented composers. Plus, she loves rock too."

"Senior Yolanda..."

Purin recalled the emerald-haired woman she had last seen wearing a maid outfit and sighed.

"It’s a shame Senior Verdant Seprent doesn’t play rock anymore."

"It’s been a while since I last talked to her. I’ll call her tonight and see if she has any recommendations."

"By the way, we have a confrontation at the end of the month. Let’s make sure we master the new song before then so we can use it."

"Let’s go eat. We’ll stop practicing for now."

Princoco said, placing her guitar on the table. She and her bandmates then leaped out of the window, wearing special roller shoes that allowed them to glide down the wall toward the distant cafeteria, drawing gasps and exclamations along the way.

But they were used to it. ’Fiery Sugar’ Princoco had always been like this—pursuing fiery passion and rebellion.