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"There's also the 'Pumpkin Head Potion', that can temporarily turn your head into the orange hue of a pumpkin and then emit flas, quite imposing~"

"The 'Firefly Potion', just by opening the bottle cap, you can witness a sky filled with fireflies slowly drifting out, a treasure for creating a romantic atmosphere."

These exchange students from the Third Stage Moon also played to their strengths, promoting and managing unique services and products.

Elsewhere, within the temporary castle constructed by the academy, several tourists were donning ancient kings' cloaks and crowns, experiencing the brief thrill of kingship, while the neatly aligned rows of maids on either side of the great hall served up prepared delicacies and waited on these kings, ready to take orders. Occasionally, personnel posing as assassins would burst in, with the maids intercepting them to protect and usher the kings away, adding to the enjoynt of role-playing.

After touring half a circuit, the visitors entered the academy's on-site restaurant to indulge in Edith Academy's diverse and distinctive cuisine, with many also taking the opportunity to snap photographs to commorate their visit.

Following a brief rest at midday, the visitors continued along the path, gradually arriving at the lake and vast adows behind the academy. Here road an array of animals, including the majestic and fierce black lions, sacred White Swans swimming across the lake, Chestnut Falcon plumting from the treetops, and erald forest deer sprinting across the adows.

These transcendent animals were raised by Yuanting Academy, and after joint nurturing with Edith Academy, many had been transferred to Edith Academy, where visitors could pay a fee to get up close with these transcendent animals, or even sit atop a Chestnut Falcon's back for a brief tour, taking in the scenic beauty of the entire campus from above.

Beyond that, there were students painting by the lakeside for visitors, a venue where visitors and students could safely experience combat, a viewing hall for watching campus docuntaries, a visit to the archives showcasing graduating seniors and trophies of honor, as well as a chance to witness Edith Academy's cutting-edge research labs, and more.

At nightfall, tens of thousands gathered in the music hall within Edith Academy. Once they were seated, the lights dimd, followed by a brief introduction from the host and announcents before the performance officially began.

A beam of golden light shone onto the stage, carpeted in red, and under the anticipatory gaze of the audience, a delicate and dreamy figure slowly erged.

Her neatly combed long hair was tied back behind her, as smooth and beautiful as satin, with a simple blue bow adorning the back of her head, two strands of hair falling in front, contrasting boldly against her snow-white shoulders was a black Rose dress, a chest inlaid with a magnificent dark blue gemstone, followed by a butterfly bow ribbon accentuating the gemstone, with one side of the skirt hem featuring black and blue pleats, and then there was the violin she cradled in her hands, her slender fingers pressing the strings on one hand and wielding the violin bow in the other.

After greeting everyone with a polite bow, the Songstress who captured everyone's attention slowly closed her eyes, standing alone in the midst of the singular golden halo on the stage, and began to play.

The lody was vibrant and light from the start, like running through a season of fragrant adows, the body light and leaping, spinning freely with the wind.

"Le quattro stagioni" (The Four Seasons), the First Movent of the concerto "Le quattro stagioni" (The Four Seasons) - Spring.

As the first part of the lody concluded, the tone gradually llowed, then slowly built up emotion and strength. When the second part of the lody was played, in sync with the violin bow, a ring of lights suddenly illuminated the stage, and a row of students, each holding a violin, erged from the dim shadows. Their uniforms were uniform, wearing fiery red Rose dresses with a white base interwoven, their violin bows moving in precise unison, possessing an indescribable power and infectiousness.

Following that, as Tilan playing the violin bow entered the Third Stage, another row of students holding violins appeared from the dim shadows, their uniforms and dresses equally matched, like followers of the young lady and as if they were one of the many flowers blooming in the spring, showcasing the power and life of spring amongst the Four Seasons.

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Moving lodies repeatedly soared, with each repetition amplifying the montum and atmosphere, until at last, nearly a thousand students dressed in fiery red roses and pristine white gowns stood on the stage stairs, filling the entire backdrop.

A grand and unified violin tune resonated, countless golden halos danced upon the stage, slowly rising and engulfing the entire concert hall, and the lively music, like an ocean, transford from its light-hearted tones into a torrent that swept the world. The golden sea of flowers, brimming with life, broke through the winter's blockade, infusing and astonishing everyone present with the vitality of spring.

Long after the performance ended, many in the audience remained enthralled by the lingering lodies, unable to extricate themselves until the girl on stage bowed in gratitude, and the warm applause finally roused them from their reverie, prompting them to join in.

After the stunning opening performance by Tilan, ca the acts from various opera and music groups within the academy. Even if they couldn't match Tilan's impact, the gentle rhythms allowed the audience to relax and enjoy the series of performances in light spirits.

At the end of the show, Hexia Tilan, representing the students, took the stage once more, now dressed in a gown adorned with dark red roses. In contrast to the commonly seen, vibrant red roses, the roses on her dress were akin to rustic iron rust, the brownish-red sedint of dried blood. Not all symbols must showcase beauty; sotis pain and history require rembrance.

The dark red roses, still pure, adorned her parchnt-like gown, resembling faded old photographs and evoking a sense of nostalgia. The girl, holding the microphone, began to sing softly, and as the lights slowly spread, illuminating the figures beside her, one by one, the actors and students who had perford earlier appeared and joined in the soft chorus.

"keep on," (continue forward) an old and nostalgic tune tinged with childlike wonder.

There were no grand narratives of distant lands, no incessantly rousing lyrics, but a sentintal nostalgia, a longing for the childhood that can never return, a farewell to the childhood under the setting sun, a wave goodbye to the familiar world of the past.

The decline and stagnation of the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain for hundreds of years were like that mory tinged with dark red rust, the mory of that desolate and solitary ruin of a factory, that unused track, that abandoned, empty classroom, that far-off ho to which there's no return.

In this lody filled with mories and nostalgia, the performance of the night also gradually ca to a close. Perhaps years later, people would still be able to see the footage of tonight's event in the archives and reflect on the turning points of all that has changed.

At the end of December, the Winter Festival competition was held as scheduled, during which Edith Academy introduced a new school emblem and logo. Unlike the previous emblem with its blue and black roses, the new one featured blue and dark red roses, with a few verdant leaves scattered between them upon a parchnt-like, shield-shaped background, beneath which a black ribbon bore the letters of Edith's na.

It was also within this year that Saint Ingo Academy announced its closure. Its assets, personnel, students, and campuses were to be integrated into Edith Academy. Two academies that were once separate were now united again.

However, unlike the past, the forr directors of Saint Ingo no longer hold any power. They have been stripped from Saint Ingo, which remains only as a physical entity rging into Edith Academy.

The Saint Ingo students who have not yet graduated continue to study at the Saint Ingo campus, but starting next year, all new students will start their life and studies at Edith Academy. Once all students have graduated, the Saint Ingo campus will gradually be redeveloped into Edith Academy's extended campus area. The campus sections will be elevated and moved next to Edith Academy, connecting and integrating the two, forming a new, large-scale academy.

As the past and the new cycle here, so too will Edith Academy and the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain continue to move forward (keep on).

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