Chapter 91

Chapter 91: The Legend of Wind and Moon

Lolan Hill casually took over the music score. In her previous life, she hadn’t received any musical training; at most, she had sung a few lines along with KTV songs. She did know some basic knowledge about the music scores of this world, as Trinasha had once imparted some of that knowledge.

The great witch of the Mercury Dynasty hoped her student could learn more about literature and art, cultivating more interests to fill the void of life.

She tried singing softly according to the score. Initially, she thought it would be difficult, given her lack of professional training. But to her own surprise, singing those songs was as easy as breathing. Despite their unfamiliarity, there were no obstacles, and she could even faintly sense that some parts were not quite harmonious; if improved, the effect would be better.

Lost in this wonderful feeling, she unconsciously sang through the entire song sheet in her hand.

A gentle and melodious voice echoed in the attic, as if the scenery from a distant time came face-to-face, leading you into an incredible realm.

Lady Phyllis closed her eyes, listening quietly. Even she found herself completely immersed in the emotions conveyed by the music. This voice seemed to possess magic, reaching a level close to divine artistry despite being performed by a mere mortal.

Unconsciously, tears welled up in Lady Phyllis’ slightly closed eyes.

Lady Phyllis asked if she had ever learned music. When Lolan Hill denied it, Lady Phyllis still didn’t believe it, because her performance in the transitions and applications was excellent, almost perfect, better than when Lady Phyllis was young.

At first, she thought Lolan might be hiding some hardship, but the music she sang was created by Lady Phyllis recently and hadn’t been circulated. Yet, this young lady perfectly rendered it, with some minor adjustments even surpassing Lady Phyllis’ original conception. It was truly unbelievable.

“Perhaps your talent isn’t limited to this,” Lady Phyllis sighed.

As if suddenly remembering something, Lady Phyllis’ eyes lit up.

“Little Lacy, can you help me?”

“Huh!?” Lolan Hill had a bad premonition, looking at Lady Phyllis with clear eyes.

“It’s just that for the Dew Festival, we’re still short one main singer. Could you take on the role?”

“This…” Although singing just now felt incredibly refreshing, Lolan Hill was still reluctant to perform in front of everyone.

“Is Lady Phyllis asking Lacy to become a songstress?” Lanlier asked beside her.

“You’ve always said you couldn’t find someone suitable, yet you suddenly made up your mind.”

“In fact, there are many promising talents among the new generation of songstresses, like the White Songstress Floss and the Purple Songstress Trina.”

Lady Golia paused for a moment, then continued.

“They are expected to gradually become the new generation of Blue Songstresses or Crimson Songstresses on the continent. But I see another possibility in Lacy, one that surpasses all songstresses in history.”

Lady Phyllis looked at Lolan Hill, who felt a bit embarrassed by the praise, and continued.

“Do you know? If you were born in the ignorant ancient times, and couldn’t become a savior saintess, you would surely have become a bewitching sorceress.”

When Lolan heard the word “sorceress,” she felt a slight tension, unsure how the present regarded sorceresses.

“Sorceress…?”

“Yes, in the First and Second Ages, some exceptionally beautiful maidens were born among humans. They were immortal and possessed terrifying supernatural powers, like gods walking among mortals.”

“This power was too immense and hard to control, causing many of their kind to fear them. But it cannot be denied that their existence greatly enhanced human strength. Many officials of the Mercury Dynasty were sorceresses, but after entering the Third Age, they became fewer and fewer.”

“Especially during the fall of the Oz Country, the Time Sorceress Dorothy was nailed to the city wall by the knights of the Trei family, and since then, no sorceress has appeared before the public again.”

“No way, Lady Phyllis, Madam Night Mistress is a sorceress, isn’t she?”

“Madam Night Mistress’s situation is special. She is an awakened Book Sorceress in the early Third Age, and later served as the dean of Emanas. But because of this, she never left Emanas again, perhaps adhering to some kind of agreement.”

Lady Phyllis recalled the petite girl sitting high on a chair, who had not left the Star Observation Tower for a thousand years. Rather than being the dean, she seemed more like a prisoner trapped within Emanas, bound by some vow.

Sometimes, she also wondered if the day Madam Night Mistress stopped serving as dean might be the day she finally found freedom.

“Lacy, don’t worry too much. Don’t worry, no one will call you a sorceress. I was just using an analogy.”

“Besides, the wise men of Emanas have agreed not to harm new sorceresses. Although no one has seen what a real sorceress looks like, they still acknowledge the achievements of sorceresses in history.”

Hearing this, Lolan Hill slowly relaxed. She knew she was very likely a newly-born sorceress.

“If you agree to help during the Dew Festival, I will pay you a generous reward.”

Reward = Money, Money = Ending this restrictive period sooner, which made the young girl’s heart flutter slightly.

“You don’t need to rush to refuse. I know Callites is wealthy, but my reward is a recommendation letter from Emanas Academy.”

Lady Phyllis opened a drawer and took out a delicate black envelope, shaking it slightly as she continued.

“With it, you can go to Emanas to study. There, you’ll find the world’s top-tier extraordinary masters, the richest knowledge and courses across various fields, and geniuses from all over the world. It’s a dreamland where many wishes can come true.”

Lady Phyllis continued to tempt her.

“I need to think about it.” Lolan shook her head slightly. She wasn’t the type to lose her mind easily to temptation.

“Mm, there’s no need to decide now. Give me your answer tomorrow afternoon,” Lady Phyllis arranged understandingly.

“This opera collection is for you. I hope you can appreciate the charm of music and drama.”

Lady Phyllis took out a thick red-covered book. Curious, Lolan opened it, discovering it contained famous legends and stories from the Ivar World, not only discussing opera-related content but also featuring exquisite illustrations, very beautiful.

After leaving “Floral Beach,” Lolan walked on the road, thinking about this matter and recalling the descriptions in the guild records.

The resplendent Emanas, from which students graduated and participated in various countries and organizations, could be said without exaggeration that the world’s extraordinary elites mostly came from this academy. If one could influence the students of the academy, they could influence the next generation of the world.

And two heroes who once emerged from there were the most widely spread legends on the continent.

The legend of wind and moon, the Red and White princes, White Prince Roland, and Red Prince Alin.

Like two branches growing from a seed, originating from that beautiful ideal at Emanas, they gave rise to two world-renowned nations.

The Western Wind Country, where white horses galloped, and the Emerald Country, where the emerald moon shone.

(End of Chapter 91)