Miss Witch Doesn't Want to Become a Songstress-Chapter 242

In the clean yet slightly empty student council office, Thilan stood before the expensive blackwood desk, her fingers lightly brushing over its surface as she glanced around the room.

“Now it’s my turn to sit here,” she thought, feeling a sense of wonder. So much had happened over the past year, and yet, she had gradually grown accustomed to it all.

Since the former president, Amorth, had completed the handover, many of the items in the room had been removed, leaving only the inherited blackwood desk and the cabinet for displaying trophies and honors. Everything else had been taken away with Amorth’s departure. What new items to place here or how to decorate the room would now depend on the preferences of the new president.

Walking behind the desk, Thilan touched the newly made chair and slowly sat down, experiencing the slightly novel sensation. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

To match the desk, the chair was slightly taller, with a smooth, black matte finish. It was simple in design, with only two engraved rose patterns in the center of the backrest.

If Thilan were wearing a more elaborate classical dress while sitting in this chair, she would resemble a delicate doll from a fairy tale, evoking a sense of pity.

However, today she was dressed more formally, wearing the student council president’s uniform specially tailored for her by Edess Academy. It featured a short cape-like shoulder piece, a pair of intellectual glasses, and a dark blue flat beret. If she were to hold the small black scepter symbolizing the student council president, it would complete the official image the academy had designed for her.

This attire wasn’t a whimsical decision by the academy but a carefully crafted design. Thilan’s demeanor still appeared too youthful, with a dreamlike, fragile beauty. While this charm was endearing, it didn’t inspire confidence or authority in a leadership position. Additionally, it served to mislead external forces, making other academies believe that the new president was more focused on administrative or behind-the-scenes work rather than being a front-line combatant. Keeping her true strength hidden and allowing opponents to misjudge her was undoubtedly advantageous.

When alone in the room, Thilan would rest her feet on the crossbar under the chair for comfort, though this posture wasn’t particularly ladylike. When receiving guests, she would lower her feet, but due to the chair’s height, only her toes would touch the ground, leaving her heels slightly suspended, creating a subtle swaying sensation. Of course, the desk’s front panel concealed this from view.

After reading and filing away a few inauguration documents on the desk, Thilan looked around again, contemplating what to place in the office.

Each student council president had their own style, and for her, she planned to replace the curtains and sofa with a white base adorned with black and blue rose patterns.

As she pondered the future, a knock came at the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and a familiar figure entered—Annelie, now the student council’s secretary-general and vice president.

“Thilan, how does it feel? A bit empty, isn’t it?”

She walked in with a stack of documents, smiling warmly. It was clear she was in high spirits.

“It is a bit. Do you have any suggestions, Annelie?”

Although Thilan wanted to decorate the room, she didn’t have much time to spare, as she had just taken on the president’s role and had many tasks to handle.

“Well, it depends on what style you like. I’ll bring you a few proposed designs in a couple of days.”

Annelie placed the documents on the desk and glanced around the room.

“It all feels so fresh and exciting. It’s time to get started, Thilan.”

“Mhm.”

Though Thilan agreed verbally, the sight of the thick stack of documents on the desk made her feel like sneaking off to the neighboring room for a nap.

“With this job, it seems I can’t laze around as much as before. Hmm.”

Time passed in an orderly manner, and after a week of gradual adaptation, Thilan had a clearer understanding of her responsibilities and direction.

Unlike when Amorth took over, the transition this time was smooth, with no significant gaps in the student council’s departments. Annelie had also recommended new members to fill various positions.

“Good morning, President Thilan.”

“Good morning, President Thilan.”

In the morning, as Thilan entered the student council building, members greeted her one after another, many of whom were her fellow first-year classmates.

“Good morning, Felin, Lillian.” Thilan nodded and walked past them.

This was probably their third meeting. Felin and Lillian were members recommended by Annelie. Felin was from the “Nuo Mountain Group,” while Lillian was from “Oak Red Fruit.” Both were major local enterprises in the Verdant Veil and among the twelve large corporations supporting her.

Recalling the names of those twelve corporations, Thilan’s mind wandered. This was just her pre-debut state. If she were a Blazing Sun-Grade Songstress, a figure capable of influencing the Federation’s political landscape, she wondered how many giant corporations would unite around such a person.

It’s still hard to imagine. After all, the city she grew up in had only about a million people, and she hadn’t even explored all of the Verdant Veil, let alone the vast expanse of the Federation’s many star regions.

Gathering her thoughts, Thilan sat down in her office, sipped her energizing tea, and began tackling the day’s tasks.

[Regarding the list of candidates for the June 26th confrontation with the Hive Dominion Academy]

A document requiring her attention appeared on her desk schedule. Thilan opened it, carefully read through the details and the challenges they faced, and then sank into deep thought.

The Hive Dominion Academy was not only a formidable opponent but also led by Fiery Sugar, a figure prominent in the field of music. On Edess Academy’s side, the only music-related club with significant numbers and strength was the Opera Fan Club.

If Evony and the others were to participate, the outcome would likely be a loss. Although Evony was exceptionally talented, she still fell short compared to Fiery Sugar Princoco, who was already in her second year, had advanced to Sequence 4, and was likely progressing toward Sequence 5.

It’s a complete mismatch, Thilan thought.

But giving up would be too regrettable. If they couldn’t even compete with the Hive Dominion Academy, how could they hope to challenge Saint Ingo Academy later? Compared to other academies, Saint Ingo enjoyed a unique level of resources.

Her mind raced as she rested her cheek on her hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the patterns on the desk. Various thoughts flitted through her mind.

There doesn’t seem to be a good solution. With less than a month until the competition, even intensive training wouldn’t be enough to bridge the gap. Should I step in myself?

Considering this, she organized her thoughts. If she were to take the stage, how much of her strength should she reveal? She couldn’t expose everything, but showing some of her abilities would benefit the academy, improving its reputation and gaining more support, while also countering the negative rumors circulating on the Star Network.

It seems I need to carefully inquire about the standards and details of Songstress grades and adjust my performance to a suitable level.

Having made this decision, Thilan stood up and looked out the window. It had been a while since she last visited her mentor, the Ghost Princess. Now that things at Edess were gradually settling into place, it was time to spend some time at Swallow Garden Academy.

She had also promised Mel to visit her home.