Chapter 187: Top Floor Scenery
Pursuing the strongest power and attaining the most exalted freedom, being unrestrained by any constraints, doing everything according to one’s heart and instinct—this was the Dragon Sequence.
Although cultivation and advancement were both arduous, it could not be denied that this sequence was indeed powerful. The combination of strong bodies and souls, and after reaching Sequence 6, they could transform into dragons, soaring freely between heaven and earth.
Even though there weren’t many students at Emanas cultivating the Dragon Sequence, every year during the final graduation competition, this sequence always managed to secure top spots.
After watching the fierce battle between the dragons, some freshmen were so excited they wished they could immediately transform into dragons and roam the world, unable to hear the teacher’s subsequent introductions.
However, more students at the High Tower Academy specialized in Magic Sequences. They frequently saw senior students flying through the air in their robes, directly entering classrooms or libraries from the rooftop.
“This is the High Tower Academy’s Celestial Library,” the teacher led the students into a magnificent tower, looking up at its towering height piercing the blue sky, which seemed endless and gave a great sense of pressure.
The interior of the tower was hollow. Surrounding the tower were layers of bookshelves, with occasional windows left open to let light and wind in.
Inside the long tower, it was eerily quiet. One could see scattered groups of seniors walking and reading between floors. The wind gently moved the light curtains, bringing in some light, while tiny dust particles floated in the slanting sunlight.
Since the High Tower was above the clouds, there was no worry about rain coming in, and it remained relatively dry. Walking quietly, one could occasionally hear the sound of pages turning.
Lolan Hill walked among the bookshelves, seeing rows of titles in various scripts—Elven, Human, Eastern, even books from the Beastmen. After all, the Beastman Empire was quite glorious in the First Era, producing many scholars and priests.
“Silver Key Elven Song,” “Red Dragon’s Tyrant,” “Skull Sacrifice—Shaman Traditions of the Mad Fang Empire,” “Dragons’ Evolution in the East,” “Steel and Lightning—Another Ancient Legend,” “What is the World Tree—The Truth Concealed by Elves,” “A Failed Marriage—A Turning Point in History,” “Crescent Moon and Gale Wind,” “Beyond the Sands,” “Are the Witch Legends True?” “Seven Seas Nation, Trade Wind Agreement.”
Books lined up on the shelves, covering various genres—biographies, analytical studies, summaries by later generations. Many freshmen found them deeply intriguing; knowledge is always precious, and curiosity exists in everyone’s hearts.
“You can wander around now. Feel free to browse what you want, but borrowing books will have to wait until later.”
Seeing this, the teacher did not impose further restrictions but allowed the freshmen to explore freely, reminding them to keep their voices down, cherish the books, and not damage them.
Afterwards, the freshmen dispersed in different directions, each finding their own interests.
“Lolan, aren’t you coming?”
Alena looked up at Lolan Hill climbing the stairs and whispered to her.
“I’ll go upstairs for a bit, then come back down.”
She mouthed the words softly to reassure her roommates, then continued climbing the stairs, recalling events as she went.
Before leaving, Tides had asked her to deliver a letter to a witch, who lived in the Astronomical Chamber at the very top of this library, known as the Book Witch, Siye.
Hearing that the witch was petite, Lolan wondered if she would be easy to get along with. She wasn’t sure what kind of personality this witch had. According to Tides, she used to like teasing Siye, and she didn’t know if the witch would hold a grudge against her as a mere messenger.
With a mix of trepidation, Lolan slowly approached the top floor.
“This area cannot be entered casually.”
At the entrance leading outside from the top floor, a senior student stood in front of Lolan, wearing a badge indicating she was a member of the student council.
“I need to go up for something,” Lolan explained to the earnest senior, but she couldn’t reveal that she was delivering a letter for a witch.
“Do you know where you’re going? And the staircase outside is extremely dangerous for lower-grade students. Stop here; that place is not for you.”
“This…”
Lolan hesitated, explaining she could fly and wouldn’t fall, but the serious senior did not budge.
Forcibly passing through wasn’t ideal. How could she proceed? Wait until night and fly up? Just as she pondered, the door to the passage opened, letting in a chilly wind.
The arrogant cold wind whipped the senior’s long ponytail, and a book flew past her, landing in Lolan’s hands.
It was heavy, quite thick. Holding this hefty book, Lolan felt a weight.
As the wind gradually subsided, the serious senior looked at the thick book in Lolan’s hands with envy and a hint of jealousy.
She then stepped aside, allowing Lolan to pass.
“The headmaster really likes you. She gave you a sealed book directly. You can go now.”
Lolan finally entered the outer part of the high tower.
The wind whistled past her ears as she climbed the spiral staircase without railings, trying not to look down at the vast view below. She steadied herself by touching the weathered wall, feeling its rough texture.
Finally, she stopped at a stone door. She tried pressing her hand against it, infusing it with a small amount of magic, causing the door to glow and slowly slide open.
The curtain under the window fluttered continuously, making a rustling sound. The sun slanted into the silent room. Lolan glanced around, following Tides’ instructions, holding the thick book and walking inside.
Through the narrow corridor between the bookshelves, a tall chair was placed at the end. A delicate little girl, dressed in black, sat in it. Her black dress enveloped her body, creating a stark contrast with the white skin, revealing bluish veins.
A thick, large book lay on her knees, beneath which were layers of black skirt folds.
“You must be Lolan Hill, the great sage of Clancia, a new and powerful witch.”
The Book Witch sitting in the chair raised her head, her eyes sparkling with light. All the books in the room suddenly came alive, the pages flipping noisily, as if awakening from sleep to welcome a guest.
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