Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 823 - 34: The Peerless Beauty Bathed in Halo_2

"That's a fine idea, but there's no need to rush; take it step by step," Tilan comforted her, and then thought of her own origin, the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain.

Currently, everything in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain is recovering rapidly, and for at least a decade or more, she doesn't have to worry about economic issues.

The two of them discussed topics related to their hometowns, as both hailed from economically underdeveloped Star Domains, which gave them plenty to talk about and made Blanchi feel a lot closer to her.

"Exactly, I never expected you'd have ridden those rail trains too, Tilan. I used to think those trains were common everywhere, but only after coming to the Central Star Domain did I discover that here, those were phased out hundreds of years ago, replaced entirely by floating supersonic trains."

"And the air quality in the Central Star Domain is also exceptionally good, almost devoid of the smog from factories like in our hometowns." The Central Star Domain leads the Federation in environmental protection and pollution control to an ultimate extent.

As they talked, they unknowingly arrived at today's class destination, the Council of Six Hall located in a corner of the Academy, featuring a circular colonnade and under which stood six tall white stone sculptures, each depicting a Sage holding different musical instruments.

Ascending the steps and passing through the tall domed gateway, inside was a golden concert hall with circular tiered seating descending layer by layer, and in the center was a gilded round stage, on which sat an artistic piano, signed in black ink at the edges.

It is said that this piano was a gift from a Sunshine-level Songstress in her later years, and the building itself was to commemorate the legendary earliest troupe of Troubadours and Sages.

Entering this amphitheater capable of accommodating thousands of spectators, Tilan and Blanchi observed the lady sitting beside the piano.

She had golden satin long hair and her face was half-illuminated by the halo over her head, dressed in a gown revealing her snowy-white back, her fingers like nimble fairies dancing on the keys, the notes flowed as lightly as a mountain spring, and when she lifted her head, her peerless face took on a sacred rhythm in the sunlight, leaving one utterly astonished.

After a while, the notes gradually ceased, and she lowered her fingers, slowly opening her eyes to look towards the two students who had arrived.

"You've come." Her voice carried a delicate timbre, like some unearthly musical instrument.

"Hello, Senior Evelyn," they bowed, and then slowly raised their heads, curiously observing this breathtaking Songstress.

Even among Songstresses, Bai Mei Vertical Harp Evelyn Landisvas stood out as the most unforgettable, born into an ancient poet family, with one of the statues outside the hall representing her ancestor.

Long ago, Evelyn had reached the Full Moon-level Songstress stage, but her career did not progress smoothly afterward.

As a Songstress, Evelyn undoubtedly possessed excellent talent, but her inherently delicate nature and poor adaptation to the noisy, mixed reality of the internet world, any unpleasant comments and letters would affect her deeply, causing her to retreat increasingly from the public eye and becoming somewhat of a legend among Songstresses, rumored that her fans were satisfied just seeing her activity once a year.

Some have described this stunningly beautiful Songstress as a unicorn from mythology, unable to step out of her protective quiet forest, otherwise reality's pollution would afflict her, her finely pure heart being perfect for the lineage of Songstresses but also making her incapable of tolerating any impurity, causing exceptional distress and suffering.

In comparison to Tilan and Blanchi, who were either still budding or just in a nascent stage, Evelyn's demeanor was like that of a fully blooming pure white rose bathed in golden sunshine, radiating an overwhelming aura and rhythm even when approached with closed eyes.

As a Full Moon-level Songstress, she influenced others not merely with her voice but also her presence, immersing others in her mindset and charm, a transcendent allure that epitomized the power of a Songstress.

With feelings of astonishment, admiration, respect, and nervousness, the two slowly approached Evelyn, this golden-haired enchanting Songstress, who although rarely seen in public now, had once been regarded as the era's likeliest candidate to break through the Moon Class and advance into the Sunshine Class, and was also the greatest hope of the Federal Central Council.

"I didn't expect it would be Senior Evelyn teaching us today," Blanchi tried to soften her voice as though afraid to disturb the respected Songstress.

Their previous music teacher had sent a temporary notification today that someone would substitute, and they had thought it would just be another piano professor, never anticipating this senior Songstress.

Having them sit next to the piano, Evelyn looked at them gently, shook her head slightly, and then spoke.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your learning progress," she said slowly, pausing and then continuing as if worrying they might not catch her words clearly.

"I recently received an invitation from the school, hoping I would return to teach some of you a few advanced techniques and insights of a songstress."

"Since I have never taught anyone before, I worried that the teaching effect might not be good, and felt some concerns."

"Later, they suggested starting with simpler courses, so they arranged this piano class for me," she spoke of the school's arrangement, her voice flowing like poetry, even ordinary words carried a kind of dangerous enticement.

No wonder she is acclaimed as the songstress most likely to reach the Sunshine-level in our generation, such charisma... Tilan slightly shook her head, admiring inwardly.

If Evelyn could break through her mental barriers and no longer be disturbed by various criticisms, she could probably join the Sunshine-level immediately.

In the following stages, Evelyn began to slowly impart the techniques of playing the piano and her experiences and feelings, showing patience and meticulousness that both admired; hardly had they any slight doubt or pause, she would notice and then clarify each one slowly.

A class never felt so brief, as if submerged in it, time flowed by unnoticed, and by the time they realized, it was time for the class to end.

"Sorry, I didn't teach you much today." Evelyn bowed, her eyes filled with apology.

Although a class period had passed, today's teaching goals and contents were barely achieved by less than one third.

"Not at all." Both of them stood up and hurriedly returned the gesture.

Indeed, Evelyn taught very slowly, but this state of learning was something they had never experienced before; even Blanchi, who always felt inferior and shy and struggled with learning, was completely immersed this time.

She taught slowly but took care almost every detail, helping them adjust to the best condition, playing the piano felt more relaxed and soothing than ever before, transforming what used to be tedious practice into an unforgettable experience in this lifetime.

Tilan rarely admires anyone, apart from the two Color-level Songstresses from her memory, the current Evelyn is the first songstress who evoked such respect in her, her patience and tolerance, detail and sensitivity, all were striking, as if she were a living legend, showing her what a real songstress should be like, and the kind of person one should become.

"Thank you, senior Evelyn, for your teachings." Both earnestly replied, truly grateful for the lessons from this songstress senior.

"No need to thank me, I actually didn't teach well, and wasted a lot of your time." Evelyn genuinely didn't feel she did well, knowing her own faults, being too meticulous, often made things drag on, making others anxious. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Not at all." Blanchi quickly waved her hand, somewhat anxious, afraid that the senior might lose confidence and not come to teach next time.

Tilan thought for a moment, continued praises and consolation may not have much effect on Evelyn, since she must have heard plenty already.

"Senior Evelyn." She softly called out her name.

"What is it, Tilan?" The golden-haired songstress slightly tilted her head, looking towards her junior beside her.

"Could we ask you to continue coming to teach us next time?" Tilan sincerely bowed asking for this favor, and Blanchi hastily learned and bowed asking as well.

To such a request, Evelyn was slightly surprised but soon nodded.

"If you don't mind that I teach slowly."

Finally, the exceptionally beautiful songstress who evoked compassion agreed, relieving Tilan and Blanchi.

For the first time, Tilan felt fortunate that she came to the Golden Flame Flower Academy, to have met such a songstress senior.