Chapter 337

Chapter 337 – Unusual Sensing

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Chapter 337 – Unusual Sensing

Unbeknownst to all, the once peaceful campus suddenly became chaotic. Rare disputes began to frequently occur within the school grounds, and the strict teachers and sages seemed to have changed, turning a blind eye to these matters as long as they were not disrupted in their presence. They continued with their usual work mechanically.

Fortress Academy, Black Swan Castle.

In the not-so-large activity room, Lolan Hill covered Keti with a thin blanket, allowing her to sleep well. This small room within the activity room was relatively quiet and perfect for sleeping or taking a nap.

Although the sleepy Night Spirit Ling had left, Keti, a more sleep-loving witch, quickly took her place. The ‘Black Sleep Lotus’ club was indeed under a spell related to sleep.

After settling down, she walked out and chatted with Bumansa about recent events.

“Is Keti asleep again?” Bumansa asked.

“Mm, this child is special and needs a lot of rest to recover gradually,” Lolan Hill said as she placed two celadon gold-rimmed cups on the table, preparing to make some tea. It was worth noting that this set of tea ware was a gift from Night Spirit Ling, brought back from the Eastern Region.

Boiling water poured into the clean porcelain cups filled the air with floral and tea fragrances.

Bumansa took the cup offered by Lolan Hill, first inhaling its aroma before praising, “Lolan always has something miraculous to offer. There seems to be nothing you can’t do.”

“It’s not like that, I just happen to have it,” Lolan Hill shook her head. Today, she wore a light red dress, with a slender waist paired with soft fabric, giving a very comfortable appearance.

“Lolan is too modest. Remember the cake at the last gathering? You said it was just a new potion to enhance everyone’s strength, but everyone experienced a surge of magic power right after eating it and broke through one by one. Fortunately, you and Vimya were there to watch over us, so no accidents happened,” Bumansa recalled the incident. Now, she was Sequence 5, with combat prowess close to a typical Sequence 7.

“It might have been the dosage; there were many people that night, so I added more,” Lolan Hill tried to cover up and explain.

Bumansa shook her head. “You’re always so kind to everyone. If you don’t ask for anything in return, people will feel guilty. Perhaps only Night Spirit Ling could be content with that.”

“Are you afraid, Bumansa?” Lolan Hill laughed, covering her mouth.

“Perhaps in the future, I’ll have plenty of requests for you,” Bumansa replied.

“That makes me relieved. I’m just worried you might keep it to yourself, because you are the type who doesn’t want to trouble others.”

“Mm, I did have reservations before, always fearing I would influence others and lead them astray,” Lolan Hill gently touched her hair.

“Now?” Bumansa looked at this familiar friend, feeling that her aura was much more radiant than before.

“Now, I guess I’ve become bolder. Even if I lead them astray, I’ll try my best to pull everyone out,” Lolan Hill said cutely.

“That’s better,” Bumansa felt a sense of relief.

“A king must not only provide bread to the people but also guide them with a sword, otherwise, the people will be lost.”

“But such a king wouldn’t understand the heart of the people,” Bumansa spoke of the simple views of common folk.

“I don’t want to be a king. That would be exhausting, wouldn’t it?” Lolan Hill blew on the tea in her cup, took a sip, and moistened her cherry-red lips.

“But when the time comes, it won’t be up to you. Just like the moon and stars in the night sky, once they exist, they cannot be ignored.”

Lolan Hill put down her teacup, looking at the floating petals and leaves, and said, “If that’s the case, let’s ignite the sun, so no one will notice the stars in the sky.”

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Time quickly passed to the next week, and the chief election at Fortress Academy began. This election was unprecedented, with a large number of members of the ‘Black Veil’ wearing black robes gathered on site. Under the pressure of their gaze and prestige, no one dared to step up to run for office. Thus, Ouna became the sole candidate and naturally received the most votes, becoming the chief of Fortress Academy.

Wearing the exclusive badge and uniform of the chief, Ouna announced to the entire academy that she would lead Fortress Academy in the upcoming mid-year inter-school competition, aiming to win the honor of the ‘Triumph Crown’.

Such bold slogans and declarations immediately attracted some undecided individuals, reducing their resistance and increasing their goodwill towards this ‘witch’.

After all, the ‘Triumph Crown’ had always been a sore spot for Fortress Academy. As a team competition held every two years where each academy sent a 160-person team, it was the highest-level competition within the academy.

Such matches particularly tested teamwork, and Fortress Academy had performed poorly in previous one-on-one competitions. The academy with the most victories historically was the Indestructible Bridge Academy, renowned for its discipline and collaboration, and trained officers.

Below the stage.

“Should we interfere and hinder her, Your Highness?” Ronald stood behind Edlen, bowing to ask.

“Huh, why interfere? I still need to elevate her, the higher the better. Let’s see how she will defeat the current Bridge Academy led by Darsi.”

“Such battles akin to war are not achieved by blind loyalty alone.”

“Collaboration, strategy, tactics, on-site command, and adaptability are no laughing matter. The teachers of the Bridge Academy have all seen real battlefields; their students are not easy to deal with.”

Edlen stood up, ignoring the noisy scene and the clamor of the crowd behind him, put on his hat, and slowly left the chief election venue.

“If she wants to vie for the top position in Emanas, let her do so.”

“I’ll wait for her to fall from the sky.”

Just as a few people left early, Lolan Hill sat among the crowd, watching the fervent and chaotic scene. An indescribable sense of distortion emerged in her heart, as if the entire school was shrouded in an invisible web, making everything seem unreal and strange.

In the past, she couldn’t sense this distortion, but since ascending to Angel Sequence 4, whenever she transformed into Angel Sequence, this feeling gradually surfaced. The changes at Temple Academy weren’t significant, but at Fortress Academy, it felt like an entangled realm, causing discomfort and disgust.

Facing this increasingly evident strangeness, she couldn’t explore its root, just like untangling threads, it was difficult to discern the main and original thread. It was like hiding sand in the desert, making it hard to detect.

Could it be her?

At this moment, she couldn’t help but doubt the purple-haired girl standing center stage.

Her transparent black eyes blinked, and some information faintly appeared.

Name: Ouna Corette

Race: Human (Adapted 99%)

Identity: Plague Witch (Pseudo)

Status: Sub-healthy (Soul Connected)

Sequence: Demon Sequence 5 · Grief of Suffocation

Only these pieces of information flashed, then below was a jumble of characters. The purple-haired girl seemed to notice, turned around, scanned the crowd, searching for the source of the anomaly.

And Lolan Hill’s information suddenly disappeared, unable to investigate further.

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