Miss Witch Doesn't Want to Become a Songstress-Chapter 210

Under the same night sky, Thilan and the others sat around the campfire. Valk was checking the miniature AI alert devices set up around the perimeter of the camp, Simu was cleaning his gun barrel and organizing magazines, Evony was crouching by the fire, watching the cans slowly boil, and Thilan sat nearby, writing something while occasionally glancing at the warm, red flames.

"Evony."

The soft call snapped the slightly dazed goldfish princess out of her thoughts.

"What is it?"

She stood up slightly.

"Nothing." Thilan shook her head, then looked at this familiar yet somewhat distant companion.

Although Evony was a member of the club, the two had never spoken alone. Evony was low-key within the club, unlike her prominent reputation at the academy.

"Is something on your mind?"

Thilan noticed that the usually radiant Fiery Goldfish Princess seemed far less active in the club than expected, as if she were always preoccupied, occasionally zoning out. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Well... a little."

The golden-haired girl turned her face away, slightly embarrassed. But perhaps because she had grown closer to everyone recently, Evony no longer hid behind her pride and self-esteem.

"Come here."

Thilan patted the empty spot beside her, inviting Evony over.

Although Thilan had the demeanor of a caring older sister, her petite frame made her seem more adorable than authoritative.

Evony didn’t mind this, though, and walked over to sit beside the quiet black-haired girl.

Evony was about two centimeters taller than Thilan. Because she often practiced dance, her figure was slightly more curvaceous, and her voluminous golden ponytail was more eye-catching than Thilan’s long black hair, making her appear "larger."

"Evony, what made you decide to join the club in the first place? Was it Alen’s persuasion?"

Thilan didn’t hold back, poking fun at the club’s special advisor.

"Ah, no."

Though she wanted to laugh, Evony shook her head, her expression calming.

"Alen and I have known each other for a long time. Because of our fathers’ connections, we used to visit each other’s homes as children. Back then, I was the one who introduced him to our club because I knew he was interested in these things."

As she spoke, her left hand unconsciously played with the strands of hair in front of her.

"But at the time, I was completely focused on advancing as quickly as possible, so I didn’t ask about what happened afterward. It wasn’t until later, when N took us for training, that I met you, Thilan."

She recalled the days at the end of last year.

"When I first saw you, I was curious. It was probably because of what you said at the freshman ceremony, and how much the academy valued you. I thought there must be something special about you."

"Sure enough, during training, you defeated several of us single-handedly. That made me admire you even more."

"Later, Alen asked if I wanted to join, saying it would be lively and a good way to relax, to not dwell on my failures."

"So, I joined."

"Actually, after experiencing so much during this time, I’ve been reflecting—reflecting on my past life and some of my views."

She gazed at the campfire not far away, the flickering flames reflected in her eyes.

"Thilan, you’ve probably heard about my family situation. Because my father is a high-ranking official in the star region, I’ve been under a lot of attention since I was young. It might seem like I shouldn’t complain about such a privileged background, but people aren’t rational machines."

"When I was young, I was found to have exceptional talent, so many people had high expectations for me. I’ve always been at the top, whether in academics, advancement speed, or other areas. I received a lot of praise from adults."

"I was really addicted to that feeling—being surrounded by praise, like a peerless genius, a rising star, the admired Goldfish Princess."

"But, in the end, it was all just an illusion."

As she spoke, her head gradually lowered, her gaze fixed on her knees. One hand pinched the flesh on her leg, twisting it slightly, as if using the pain to remind herself.

She let out a long sigh, released her hand, and looked at the campfire in the distance.

"Fate has given me many gifts, but not as many as I thought. That’s the root of my psychological gap and discomfort."

"So, what are your plans for the future, Evony?"

Thilan asked, sensing that Evony already had some ideas.

"Although I’m still a bit unwilling, it seems I can only accept this outcome—choosing a less difficult advancement template, giving up the dazzling halo of being a genius, and becoming a relatively ordinary person."

Though she said this, accepting such a result was undoubtedly painful for someone who had been showered with expectations since childhood.

"Although reality isn’t perfect, that doesn’t mean we have to go to the other extreme and completely abandon our past dreams. Does not being a genius mean failure? I don’t think so."

Thilan shook her head.

"There’s no rule that says you have to be a genius, the number one, or the most perfect person to be successful or happy. That’s just people’s subconscious stereotype."

She slowly stood up.

"Life isn’t an exam. There’s no standard answer, and no one is competing with you for first place. If there’s something you want to do, just do it. Rankings and such are just outsiders’ vague perceptions. The reality is whether you’ve done it or not. You just need to identify the objective reasons and the obstacles you haven’t overcome."

"Things like fate, genius, perfection—they’re just illusions created by outsiders, concepts used to describe and simplify understanding. The real world doesn’t have so many restrictions. As long as you accomplish your goal and reach your destination, no one will laugh at the twists and turns along the way."

"Now, can you tell me where you’re encountering problems? Maybe I can help you take a look, and we can discuss how to solve them."

Placing her hands on Evony’s shoulders, the black-haired songstress stood against the firelight, radiating a warmth and understanding that enveloped Evony.

Though she looked only sixteen or seventeen, slightly adorable, there was already a sense of reliability about her.

"This..."

Evony bit her lip lightly, then slowly began to talk about the issues she usually faced. As Thilan listened carefully, her fingers lightly traced patterns in the air, simulating the problems Evony encountered.

Though they were about the same age, due to certain special reasons, Thilan could perceive and manipulate mana with greater precision and sensitivity than others, shaping it into the form she desired.

Thus, the conversation shifted from abstract emotions to concrete objective problems. As they discussed, Evony gradually discovered the omission points she had overlooked before. Her previously unsettled heart began to stabilize, as if she had finally found solid ground again, no longer falling endlessly into fear and restlessness.

"See, it’s like this, right?"

By the campfire, the black-haired, black-dressed girl raised her palm, and a fireball hovered quietly above it. The flames within continuously aggregated and rotated, forming tightly interlocked branding, like a precise and perfect instrument. Finally, a flawless fireball floated in the air, its heat contained, and the branding within completely solid and stable.

"It’s like this..."

The problem that had troubled her for so long was solved in just over ten minutes. Evony stared blankly at the quietly burning fireball, her heart filled with emotions she wanted to vent and express. But in the end, all she could say was...

"Thank you, Thilan."

“But Thilan, I don’t completely agree with what you said. Because there truly are such perfect geniuses in the world, and right now, one of them is standing right in front of me.”