Chapter 296: Seven, I know your secret_2
When the paper bearing the Curse Seal fell off, Hewinia felt Bai Wei return to her own body.
It seed the Sealing was indeed effective.
“Miss Hevnia, you sure took a long ti changing clothes,” Bai Wei said casually.
“Sorry, Mr. Visas,” Hewinia apologized, then added quite honestly, “I also dealt with so personal affairs; I hope you can understand.”
“Ah, I perfectly understand, I’m not here to bla you,” Bai Wei responded with a smile, “I just wanted to say, if there is a next ti, you could wrap it a bit looser. It was so tight I could barely breathe.”
…Breathe?
Hewinia carefully examined her middle finger, wondering how one could breathe with just a single finger.
But, with tact, she didn’t ask and said, “Mr. Visas, tomorrow is the day I have lessons with my ntor.”
“Are you talking about that bald teacher of yours?”
“Leonard still has so hair, though not much,” Hewinia explained, “But what I wanted to say is, I need to enter the staff building where my ntor works, and inside there is a Magic Barrier that can detect any power not belonging to Holy Sound, and I worry that your presence might be revealed.”
“So you’re thinking of chopping off before going there?”
“…That’s not quite what I had in mind,” Hewinia worked to keep her expression unchanged, “I just want to disguise you by covering up your existence with the power of Holy Sound.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“How about the talisman from today?” Hewinia glanced at the talisman on the table, “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can make it looser, but if you prefer, I can think of other thods.”
As she asked this question, Hewinia was sowhat nervous.
Just like a child who earnestly lied in front of their parents.
But Bai Wei seed as if he hadn’t noticed anything and simply smiled.
“Of course, that’s no problem.”
“If you wouldn’t mind making it a bit looser.”
…
“Many people think that the Lyra are just a bunch of folks who can’t appreciate art and only know how to piece together those ugly, greasy machines devoid of aesthetic sense, but I don’t see it that way,” Leon said as he placed a disc covered in notes into an odd-looking machine. As he lowered the “claws” on the machine, lodious and graceful tunes soon emanated from within, “Look at this, these so-called aesthetically challenged things co together to create such touching music. Isn’t this an art form in its own right?”
“In contrast, those self-proclaid traditionalists, the Rhein Priests and Knights in their shiny attire, always exude a vulgar, unbearable air, just like the things they enjoy… Please, who would consider children as works of art, especially boys? It’s simply… incomprehensible.”
Leon turned his gaze towards Hewinia, eyes twinkling with admiration.
“Look at you, Hewinia.”
“You are the real work of art, one that could only grow on the pure land of Holy Sound.”
Hewinia’s face flushed, her expression filled with joy, pride, and a hint of shyness, “Thank you, ntor.”
“Hehe, thank for what? I haven’t done anything yet,” Leon declared, “Though I was planning to find so way to help you since you couldn’t illuminate the notes yet, fortunately, you managed to do it yourself. Now you’re truly a Golden Rank note, a genuine work of art… any thoughts?”
“It’s all thanks to the ntor’s excellent teaching,” Hewinia responded, “Without the ntor’s constant encouragent and reassurance, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to illuminate the note so quickly.”
“You child,” Leon said with a gentle laugh, “Is all your excess talent spent on speaking?”
Although he was smiling, Leon’s eyes held little joy, and even his tone was colder than usual—it was as if everything he had said was just for the sake of formality.
Hewinia knew that Leon had yet to speak his true words.
Sure enough, before long, she heard Leon ask, “Now that you’ve illuminated the note, becoming a genuine Golden Rank Seven Notes, what are your plans now? Regarding the grand ceremony.”
“Plans?”
“Yes,” Leon inquired, “For example, which Orchestra do you plan to join?”
His tone seed casual, but Hewinia knew this was what Leon truly wanted to discuss.
The truth was that Leon wasn’t particularly powerful within the three great institutes, not even within the third institute alone, and he beca Hewinia’s ntor due to so connections with her family.
Of course, under normal circumstances, their statuses would be equal; in fact, Leon’s might be a bit higher since, although Golden Ranks were rare, one would still turn up every few years.
But the problem was, a Golden Rank before the grand ceremony and after the grand ceremony were not the sa concept.
If Miss Hevnia had illuminated the note after the festival and couldn’t participate in the event, then no matter how talented she was, Leon could have suppressed her.
But she had illuminated it before the festival, and it was the extrely rare, and possibly unique, Seventh Note. This made its value vastly different.
Countless professors and powers of higher status than Leon would reach out to Miss Hevnia with their offers. These were beings who wished to play the Seven Notes·Divine Song, not soone Leon could afford to provoke.
That’s why Leon initiated his probe with Miss Hevnia, flattering her with praise to lead up to the critical question at the end.
While asking this question, Leon kept his eyes fixed on Hevnia’s eyes.
And Hevnia, as if unaware of anything, blankly said, “Huh? Shouldn’t that be arranged by you, my ntor?”
Leon slightly narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanging, “Oh? Is that what you think?”
“Um… What else?” Hevnia suddenly looked wronged, “ntor, don’t you want to manage anymore?”
Once Leon confird that Hevnia wasn’t joking, his expression relaxed, and he smiled once again.
Of course, this smile was much more genuine than before.
“Since I’ve made you my student, I wouldn’t neglect you,” he stated matter-of-factly, “Since you haven’t given this much thought, leave it to . I will find the orchestra that suits you best. In the anti, you just focus on your studies.”
That ant he would sell her to the highest bidder.
Hevnia, of course, understood this.
Leon didn’t have the capability to form an orchestra to perform the Seven Notes·Divine Song, as the best under his command was only Dosi, of the Silver Rank.
That’s why he saw Hevnia as a “commodity” to be lent out.
But Hewinia wasn’t concerned; being sold to anyone was the sa for her, so she obediently replied, “I’ll work hard.”
Consequently, Leon looked at Hewinia with even gentler eyes.
If that were the case…
“Now that you’ve illuminated your note, as your ntor, I should give you sothing,” Leon said, “Tell , what would you like to have from ?”
Hevnia’s eyes sparkled.
Soon, Hevnia left the residential building where Leon resided.
In her hands, she held a small music box, which she had just requested from Leon.
As for the purpose of this music box…
Hevnia glanced at her gloved left hand.
It could only be said to be the trump card she left for Bai Wei.
But now was not the ti to reveal it.
With that thought, Hevnia tucked the music box away.
She then looked at the sky; sunset was still a while away, and she had so ti left.
So, she decided to make another trip to the library.
But just at that mont, a boy suddenly appeared in front of her.
“Hevnia,” he said, “I want you to team up with .”
Hevnia looked up, surprised by the sudden appearance of the boy.
She didn’t recognize him.
“Who are you?” she asked, still maintaining politeness.
“It doesn’t matter who I am, you have to team up with !”
The boy stared intently at Hevnia, and then said deliberately,
“Because… I know your secret.”
Hevnia’s smile gradually faded away.
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