Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 708 - 305: A Mild June with Wind and Rain_2
Although Bettina was now a senior in high school, her height remained around 155 centimeters and hadn't grown much. Back when she worked at 'Dream of Glazed Glass' as 'Deklabi' alongside Tilan, there was only about a 2cm difference between their heights—not significant. But now that Tilan had reached 165cm, Bettina had hardly changed.
"Go ahead and laugh, I really don't feel like moving," Deklabi felt that the two-hour hike that morning was equivalent to half a month of her exercise routine.
"It seems that I have no choice but to indulge you," Seraphiel said as she lifted Bettina's legs, then supported her lower back and cradled the petite girl in her arms. She then unfurled her broad, white wings and easily caught up with Tilan and the others ahead.
Gently landing in front of the group, Seraphiel set Bettina down and steadied her.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." She then patted Bettina, who was still pretending to be asleep, and got her to talk with Tilan and the others.
"It's fine, let Bettina sleep," Tilan said with a laugh, recalling how 'Deklabi' loved her sleep when she used to work and always found time to sneak in a nap between serving customers.
Next to Tilan, Deloris held her slightly ornate parasol, delicate lace gloves enveloped her wrists and knuckles, and she wore a crinoline skirt adorned with intricate flowers, resembling a lady of nobility from ancient times. Efnie, although dressed in vibrant orange, had a more modern and simple style. She didn't carry an umbrella, and her hair ribbon fluttered in the wind as she moved.
Meanwhile, Ruby was standing at the edge of a cliff, taking selfies with her personal device, making various poses and expressions.
The group rested for a few minutes before continuing the ascent along the mountain trail, finally reaching the summit after another hour—where a sea of grass dotted with white flowers awaited them.
Lying in the grass, they could smell the faint scent of flowers and earth, with the sun warming their bodies, adding a languid touch.
The few girls took each other's hands as they lay down in the meadow, first capturing a group selfie with their floating personal devices, then engaging in a variety of topics.
"The sunshine feels so warm; June really is a comfortable month," Bettina commented with her slightly youthful voice.
"One could certainly have a lovely dream if they napped here," Efnie assessed.
"Sadly, we can't lie here for long, I'm quite scared of bugs," Deloris said as she watched a small grasshopper fly through her hair, blocking it with her palm, then carefully removing it.
"This place is the perfect spot to take photos to remember," Ruby said, holding her personal device, continuously fiddling and looking for the best angle.
"It's nostalgic," Seraphiel commented briefly, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"Seraphiel?" Tilan was seeing this talented competitor show such emotion for the first time.
"It's nothing, just feeling a bit reluctant because graduation is coming up," Seraphiel spoke of the imminent event.
"It seems so, yeah. Seraphiel, you're a year ahead of me, and since the third year is coming to an end, that means your fourth year is about to end too," Bettina belatedly remembered.
"Have you decided where you're going next?" With Seraphiel's abilities, wherever she went, she would be very welcome, the girl thought.
"I'm heading to Silver Candle Collegium in the Flying Feather Star Domain," Seraphiel replied.
"Which institution is that?" Tilan tried to recall the background of this institution.
Silver Candle Collegium was established with sponsorship from the 'Saintess of the Silver Candle' faction and ranked quite high among the various church institutions. Its followers revered the one and only Eternal Angel, the Eternal Cradle Wing, a sage girl of stars and miracles. It was a Transcendent Faction, standing in opposition to the Witch Sect.
"It seems that all the reputable universities in the Federation are concentrated in the Central Star Domain," Ruby recalled something.
"That's right, someone has calculated that nearly 70% of the top 100 universities are clustered in Chui Yue, Twin Trees, and Flying Feather, these three Central Star Domains, with a few military schools in the Floral Crown Star Domain,"
"University life is completely different from high school. It's said that freshmen and sophomores attend classes, and then juniors and seniors get practical work experience and learn while working,"
"Some people go to work for 2-3 years after completing the first two years and then return to school to finish the remaining courses. Anyway, the graduation time isn't so strict,"
"What kind of work will Seraphiel do?" Tilan asked curiously.
"I will become a priest of the Pan-Angelic Church, then go to some harsh regions to help the local people," Seraphiel said her intentions without hesitation, the sincere emotions within her words palpable even to her non-Songstress companions.
"Is it because you were saved when you were younger, and then decided to do the same thing?" Efnie asked with a hint of curiosity.
"Not at all, my family background is actually quite good, I haven't suffered much since I was young," Seraphiel straightened the strands of her golden hair.
"But, ever since I was little, I've greatly admired that highness. I aspire to her deeds and life; she also didn't suffer much yet naturally understood everyone," Seraphiel spoke of her long-hidden idol.
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"It's not only those who have been saved or helped that think about doing great deeds. There must have been people who were born with a natural disposition and inclination to do such things. I think that is an even rarer existence,"
"For this goal, I have been diligently practicing, and now my wish is half fulfilled,"
"Such work must be very tough," Ruby imagined some stories from the news reports.
"Maybe it will be somewhat tough initially, but I will work hard to improve it," Seraphiel said firmly, her bright blue eyes reflecting the azure of the sky, unwavering.
"If there aren't enough hands, we'll call for more people with the same aspiration. If resources and money are short, we'll strive to develop local industries to make money. It has never been said that saving and helping others has to be accompanied by a hard life. Such occurrences, I believe, are a deviation from that highness's intentions,"
"To construct oneself in an image of hardship and sorrow without having done much is, in my opinion, a form of blasphemy and meanness. True happiness should include everyone, and I am certainly part of that. If you can't even take good care of yourself, yet you talk about helping others, it is actually quite irresponsible,"
As a continuation of the 'Original Heart' spirit, members of the 'Silver Candle Saintess' sect undeniably hold lofty and noble ideals. They yearn to build a harmonious, equal, and beautiful world with unwavering resolve.
After listening to Seraphiel's words, Tilan felt, for some reason, that a knot in her heart had been untied, and everything suddenly became clear.
Indeed, even though that highness left the world thousands of years ago, her words still guide countless people, honoring the legacy of the greatest Witch and Angel, a figure used as a spiritual anchor by numerous factions and organizations.
Even now, in the Central Council hall of the Rose Federation, the dome above still bears the gilded portraits of the four original figures, sanctified gazes watching over the assembly of council members and high officials below.
"Kindness requires a more powerful force, otherwise, it will become a hollow lie and evasion." —by Loranshir Starfall
The six lay in a field of flowers on the hillside, continuing to discuss the future. Some spoke of visiting ancient ruins they had never been to during the holidays, some wished to try out the immersion games they had longed for, others planned to learn painting to capture the beauty and joy in life, while some recalled childhood desires that went unfulfilled due to their parents' disapproval.
And so, until the sun slanted west, the six brushed off the grass clippings and dust, laughing as they rose to their feet.
Hand in hand, the six walked down the mountain path lightly, as if stepping in the evening breeze, and even if they stumbled, a companion was there to catch them, sliding down the air-stream corridor like a slide, all the while laughing joyously down the hillside.
