Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 106: Chapter 63 The Beginning of the Seven-Colored Picture Book

After work, the wisteria flower room was a gathering place for seven maids of distinct temperaments. Some sat at the table drinking tea, some leaned against the side of the doorframe, while others closed their eyes to listen, and at that moment in their midst, a figure, still somewhat childish, sat on a high stool with closed eyes playing the violin.

The tranquil music flowed quietly in the flower room bathed in the afterglow, and immersing in it was like a walk under a far and azure sky with a sea of flowers sprawling across the hills and dales. The soft petals bloomed amid the sunshine, swaying tenderly and brilliantly, as if one were falling into a dream.

Remembering the climb up the high tower stairs, with the warm rock walls as support, the scenery inside that white castle was so vivid and memorable. With her music, Hexia narrated that distant golden dream, the scenery she saw in her dreams that day, and the delicate emotions carried by the singing.

The piece concluded.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and gently touched the smooth and warm surface of the violin with her fingers, still embracing the lingering nostalgia and pleasant feelings within her heart.

Once she thought it was just a dream, yet the dream felt more real and touching than reality. Even after so long, she could still recall every detail with clarity.

The Golden Flame Flower, Isenisha, her singing in the dream was so melodious and lingering, peaceful yet tinged with a hint of sorrow and reminiscence. Her conversation with Hexia was but a few words, yet it seemed to express a thousand words.

"Very good, or rather, too good, so much so that I don't know how to describe it," said one of the seven maids, the green-haired figure who wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and then looked at the girl on the high stool with a gaze full of passion and complexity.

Dantalion, your achievements will far surpass mine in the future, which is something I should be happy about, but why do I feel a bit sad as well? Perhaps it was the music that infected me with this sense of melancholy for everything.

"I wasn't wrong about you, Dantalion, you truly have such an extraordinary talent," Belfeng quietly gave the girl a thumbs-up.

"I seem to have even more confidence in her now," said 'Vurowus,' who lightly sipped the tea in her hand before setting it down, smiling at the girl who was still lost in her own world.

A maid with bull horns picked up the bottle and filled the glass in front of her again, passing it to the green-haired maid 'Botis' next to her.

"Today was indeed a rare performance to appreciate, you must be very pleased," said 'Sekong,' the bartender of the establishment, who was one of the few who knew of Botis' past.

"Dantalion, keep it up," whispered the little angel 'Deklabi' with a golden pentagram on her forehead.

"What about it, Nabe, got any inspiration?" 'Andusia' poured more tea for the long-haired maid with bangs in front of her and asked with a beaming smile.

"Andusia~" the maid referred to briefly as 'Nabe' complained softly, glanced at the blonde Elves before her, then picked up the teacup and sipped, avoiding the gaze of her friend beside her.

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Nabe Rius (Naberius): The 24th Demon God among King Solomon's 72 Pillars, depicted as a black crane flapping its wings, mastered all arts and sciences, especially rhetoric.

"But that's too commonplace," the Bull Horn Tribe maid, Sekong, by their side, shook her head. The two of them were rare beastkin subspecies in the shop, so they got along well.

"A librarian?" Botis casually suggested.

"But we don't have that many books in our shop to manage," Andusia shook her head.

"So what should we do, we can't just sell the books like we do performances, can we."

"Performances? Maybe that's not a bad idea," Andusia seemed to have thought of something.

"Can we really do that?" Belfeng said he'd just spoken off the top of his head.

"Haven't you noticed that Dantalion has a very good voice? If she became a voice actor, she would probably be the kind that people get addicted to," Andusia suggested.

As a former musician and someone sensitive to vocal tones and timbres, Andusia was particularly attentive to this aspect. As for why Botis hadn't noticed, one could only say that because of his passion for rock, he was more skilled in that kind of fiery enthusiasm and not so good with the finer details.

"Are you suggesting that Dantalion, like singing poems, should narrate stories from books to the guests?" Nabe Rius quickly caught on.

"You are my best friend for a reason, you understood so quickly," Andusia nodded.

"I see," everyone suddenly got the idea.

"Indeed, that seems like a viable business approach."

"What about you, Dantalion? How do you feel about this idea?"

"I will work hard," Hexia also felt a bit excited about this idea. It suited her much more than peddling books or explaining them to others.

"Very good~"

"So, the final question comes."

"Dantalion, what kind of stories do you want to bring to everyone? Will they be epic legends that make countless people cheer and get excited, fables that are reflective and poignant, or children's tales as touching as vivid seven-colored flowers?"

Perhaps many years later, when people trace back through the annals of history, they will discover that on an insignificant afternoon in this modest coffee shop, the colorful picture books that would depict vast civilization epics and countless legendary stories had their first page turned here.