Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Under the guidance of the Student Council members, Tilan slowly became acquainted with the duties of the council. Within a week, she also had a general understanding of the various clubs in the Academy. Now, it was time for her to steadily take things into her own hands.

"Tilan has become much busier lately," Deloris observed as she watched the black-haired girl organizing materials in the club office. Her fingers danced lightly over the keyboard, rapidly inputting various commands to process the primitive and complex data.

After finishing today's work, she finally put down her arms, ready to take a well-deserved break.

Should she take a nap? Looking at the time on the bottom left corner of the screen, it was 11:20 AM, almost lunchtime, but she felt a bit reluctant to move. Physically she was still fine; as a Transcendent, her physique was significantly stronger than that of mortals. It was just mental fatigue that weighed on her, having had to learn and remember so many things lately.

Standing up, she stretched a bit. The black-haired girl rubbed her wrists and knuckles, preparing to lie down on her own sofa for a short while. After all, she had become accustomed to sleeping in the club office. Apart from Annelli and Deloris, no one else would come in to disturb her.

First sitting on the fabric sofa, she took off her shoes. Her toes, wrapped in black socks, pressed against the softer cushion. Then ready to lie on her side, Tilan noticed Deloris, sitting opposite her, flipping through the news, catch sight of her in this adorable moment, and almost wanted to smile.

Although she had seen it many times, Tilan's sleeping figure remained just as adorable. Especially her innocent face with its tranquil breaths and the slight flutter of her eyelashes – something Deloris never grew tired of watching.

But, it was best to pretend not to notice; otherwise, the adorable Tilan across from her might feel embarrassed, turning her face away to sleep on the inside instead.

Less than a minute later, the somewhat sleepy Tilan quickly drifted into slumber, her breathing gradually stabilizing. Only then did Deloris put down the personal terminal on the table and tiptoed closer, sitting beside the black-haired girl, gazing at her peaceful cheek.

Just by looking, a sense of serenity and calm began to rise in her heart. This girl seemed to possess a kind of magic power, not obvious at first glance, but something one would gradually come to appreciate with prolonged companionship. It was as if everything slowed down in her presence, not the objective passing of time, but rather a soothing touch upon the soul, prompting one to reflect on the small joys of life and its delicate moments. Any agitation and anxiety started to tranquilly subside.

Even though the girl herself sometimes felt troubled and anxious, the feeling she imparted to others never changed, instilling belief in those around her that she would always overcome any problem she encountered, even though she herself held no such confidence.

A truly special person, Deloris silently appraised in her mind, recalling the first day of school when she met Tilan. The scene of that girl on the stage discussing societal issues and her profound contemplations had initially seemed like a mere display designed to captivate the audience, feigning depth. But the sincerity and rational analysis in her subsequent speech had indeed moved Deloris. Unlike typical speakers who shouted stirring and impulsive slogans, it was her rational, calm assessment of various issues and her own simple, humble wishes that struck a chord.

In the end, these impressions converged to ignite much curiosity and interest in Deloris, leading her to take the initiative and invite the girl that day.

When they first met, she didn't continue the topic from the stage. After stepping down, the girl felt slightly embarrassed by her lecture, worried that it might make people think she was too zealous. In reality, she rarely imposed her views on others in daily life, often taking the role of a listener instead.

She was both adorable and gentle— not the feeble kind of gentleness, but a soft exterior coupled with a firm core, a gentle nature with personal conviction and principles. This was what Deloris cherished the most. She had seen too many people feigning kindness and phoniness; those who would blatantly publicize their charity work, wanting it to be in the news daily. And then there were those who seemed kind but lacked principles, easily swayed by others without a trace of steadfastness, turning into accomplices while still pretending innocence.

As her mind wandered through the memories of the past half-year, time slipped away unnoticed.

When Tilan was nudged awake on the shoulder, it was already past midday.

"Everyone has gone to lunch; let's go too," Deloris said, looking at Tilan rubbing her eyes, her voice tinged with lightness.

"Okay," the girl replied, sitting up on the sofa and then fumbling for her shoes, slipping her toes back into them.

Once on her feet, Tilan was led out of the activity room by the hand by Deloris, feeling the subtle happiness emanating from her.

Had Deloris encountered something joyful today? The girl wondered silently, following her companion's steps.

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Two weeks had passed, and Tilan finally had a bit of downtime. It wasn't that her workload had suddenly decreased, but after an initial period of adjustment, she had gradually entered a stable phase. From now on, she would just need to handle any unexpected situations that arose.

Today, she was visiting the "Hats and Short Swords" club to check on their recent practice progress.

At first, Wulai had thought this young girl was merely curious about swordsmanship and didn't understand combat very well, as most junior high schools didn't offer combat classes, and true combat training usually began in high school.

However, during one incidental practice session, Teacher N, who provided swordsmanship guidance for the club, greeted Tilan with familiarity, even asking her to critique the club members' sword skills. This surprised Wulai.

He had initially thought it was a joke by Teacher N, asking a layman to give feedback, probably about who looked better dancing with a sword in order to lighten the atmosphere.

But unexpectedly, Miss Tilan seriously went through each member, pointing out their weaknesses. Her wealth of experience and profound understanding were almost unbelievable for someone who was only 16-17 years old.

After the critique, Teacher N clapped his hands, picked out a few adept students, and had Tilan spar with them. That day, Wulai had only seen this quiet girl with glasses enter the training ground with a steel sword in hand, her footsteps light. The crisp sound of her little leather shoes striking the ground rang out, and then, without any hesitation or acceleration, she defeated each approaching opponent one by one, maintaining a smooth and steady pace until reaching the end.

After that, Wulai believed what Kolter had told him that day; it really was true. Miss Tilan could indeed offer the most suitable guidance and advice.

From then on, every time Tilan visited the "Hats and Short Swords" club, she would receive a warm welcome from the club members. Many were eager to get pointers from this talented young swordswoman, and their admiration for her even began to surpass that of Wulai, the club president.

How could this be? So one day, Wulai found a moment to ask Tilan to stay back, and the two of them sparred with practice swords in the training venue after everyone else had left.

As expected, Wulai was soundly defeated, losing five times in a row. Afterwards, he suggested moving to the Academy's special combat arena for another duel.

The duel took place without an audience, as it was held at a dedicated combat arena where they could freely demonstrate their full prowess and use various powerful skills. So, Wulai gave it his all.

After the duel, Wulai didn't tell anyone the outcome, for losing as a Sequence 5 to a junior still ranked at Sequence 4 was certainly not something to be proud of.

Following that encounter, he had nothing but respect for the seemingly quiet black-haired girl, and even straightforwardly handed the task of selecting the next club president over to Tilan.

"These are some of the best prospects in our club," Wulai said as five students approached Tilan. They were all second or third-year students with good potential. There were others even more outstanding, but since the fourth-years would soon be graduating, they were not included in the selection.

Who to choose? The black-haired girl sitting in the chair propped her chin on one hand, her gaze slowly sweeping over each of them. Stay updated through empire

Then, under the nervous watch of the few, the black-haired girl stood up and slowly circled them, recalling their performance during this period in her mind.

"If I were to make the choice on my own, some of you might feel unjustified. How about this: I will teach you all a sword technique, and after one week, whoever performs the best will become the next club president."

"Yes!" the five students stood at attention, their eyes filled with anticipation. To learn New Sword Technique from a genius young girl who had been personally praised by Teacher N was indeed a rare fortune.

"Watch closely. The sword technique inherited from the past 'White Orchid Cross Sword Sect' isn't very profound, but it's easy to learn and widely applicable. It's very good for laying the foundation, and even if you later decide to switch to sword techniques from other Factions, it won't leave any adverse effects."

Having said this, the black-haired girl drew the steel sword beside her and began to demonstrate. From the most basic sword moves to the wielding of Transcendent Magic Power, including the practice of accompanying secret techniques, she explained everything in detail.

After all, she had learned this sword technique from the Ghost Princess, who had imparted the secret techniques of the mainstream Factions from the Third Epoch to her. It was just that there was too much to digest, and for now, she had only assimilated a small part of it.