Chapter 477: 81 The Most Perfect Chapters
Hewinia sat by the window of her dormitory, watching the sun illuminate everything in the distance.
The night had ended.
The chapters offered to the Holy Sound Master had already crossed the Eternal Sound Hall, officially stepping into the Holy Mountain.
This ant,
the Holy Sound Master had awakened.
He was “gazing” at this world, at the stage prepared for Him, and at the chapters being played for Him.
Hewinia could very clearly feel His presence.
Because her notes, her score, were subtly pulsating at this mont, like lifelike veins, or like keys being played, as if her body was involuntarily cheering for the coming of the Lord.
“Miss Hewinia.” A female voice ca from behind.
Hewinia turned around and saw a Silver Sound Player kneeling behind her, holding a thick stack of scores.
“These are all the Seven Notes Divine Compositions recorded in the history of the Holy Sound,” the player said, “Please feel free to select any.”
Hewinia walked forward slowly, looking at the scores in the player’s hands.
Just as she said, these weren’t ordinary pieces but Seven Notes Divine Compositions, which were extrely rare and precious even within the two great families of Taichu, yet now, they were quietly presented before Hewinia, akin to won in the Lower City District desperately longing for seeds from the Upper City, ripe for the picking.
“If you wish to compose independently, that’s no problem.” The player added, “Principal Ulysses has already instructed, from now on, everything in this academy will be open to you. You can freely read any book in the library and request any professor or ntor in the academy to assist you in completing the Divine Compositions. Of course, if you desire the principal’s assistance, that’s also fine, Principal Ulysses is always there waiting for you.”
Hewinia did not take the scores but, after a brief silence, said, “I want to be alone.”
“No problem.”
The player placed the scores down and snapped her fingers.
The attendants waiting outside the room respectfully withdrew imdiately, leaving only Hewinia alone in the room in the blink of an eye.
Hewinia glanced at the mirror beside her.
The girl in the mirror appeared opulent and magnificent, like a work of art.
Just looking at this scene, no one would ever think of what kind of battle she had experienced last night, even Hewinia herself found it hard to distinguish whether this was a dream, or if last night was the dream.
“…Ulysses.” She softly murmured the na.
All of this was brought by Ulysses.
Last night’s actions weren’t solely Hewinia’s, but Ulysses’ as well.
While Hewinia was fiercely fighting with Dean Raul, Ulysses simultaneously acted against the people of the two great families of Taichu.
Todd, Phinis… and more, any Player from the noble forces who didn’t withdraw from the academy was completely wiped out by Ulysses’ people.
And these subordinates of Ulysses were originally quite inconspicuous individuals.
So were cleaners, so were librarians, so were the most unobtrusive students in the classroom, and others were ntors and professors without any credentials.
Just like… Anita.
Just as Anita had ntioned.
For the past two decades, the principal traveled across the entire Holy Sound, t many people, and found many people.
This matter was known to everyone.
But, including the two great families of Taichu, no one took it to heart.
Except for Ulysses’ forr disciple, Dean Raul, but what he glimpsed was rely the tip of the iceberg.
Of course, if it were just these people, they would not be able to directly contend with the two great families of Taichu. Under normal circumstances, once the two great families of Taichu realized what was happening, they would certainly not be sothing Ulysses and his disciples could withstand.
But fortunately, this is not “normal circumstances,” this is a festival.
The Inner Song began playing, the chapters offered to the Lord had already sounded. Even the two great families of Taichu couldn’t invade the academy at this ti to disrupt the Lord’s festival.
Thus, no one could stop Ulysses at this festival.
Just as Dean Raul had said before his death.
Everyone was a pawn of Ulysses.
Including Hewinia, even though she now possessed seven Golden Notes, she could not dispel the sense of powerlessness in her heart.
“Mr. Visas.” She whispered, “Was all of this within your expectations as well?”
Bai Wei did not respond.
Not only did his inner voice not respond, but his body also made no movent.
When the first Inner Song began playing, he vanished completely as if he had never existed.
In Hewinia’s mory, this was the first ti she could not get any response or guidance from Bai Wei.
Hewinia gently closed her eyes.
The world seed once again to leave her as the sole inhabitant.
After a while, she slowly opened her eyes.
If so.
She should go see this great principal.
…
A day had passed, and the academy was now vastly different.
The orchestra playing the Inner Song wore long white robes and sat high up, extending their hands towards the falling snow, as if desiring to embrace the invisible Lord.
Their notes continuously played under the surge of magic power, like turning themselves into keys, transforming the lody into Holy Sounds dedicated to the Lord.
Just like the Eternal Notes in the Eternal Hall, except that their faces were filled with extre happiness. As Hewinia walked past them, not even the slightest sidelong glance was thrown her way.
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