Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 114: Chapter 70: Poem of the Seven Emerald Birds (Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch 'Mrs. Shen Qi wants to cuddle with Alice')

After work, carrying a dinner box in hand.

Walking through the familiar corridors, Hexia returned home, slipped into breathable and comfortable slippers, and lightly settled onto the sofa before giving a slight bounce.

First, she closed her eyes and lay down for a while, then sat up to open the dinner box in front of her, which contained a T6-level vegetable and codfish rice meal she had bought on her way home from work.

Since she came back rather late, Hexia didn't want to spend time cooking and occasionally bought ready-made dinner boxes.

The pan-fried codfish lay quietly in the white compartment, a small amount of sauce beneath, emitting an enticing aroma; the adjacent section held neatly sliced, stir-fried vegetables with parsley, carrots, and eggplant, a burst of vibrant colors.

Sitting alone at the dining table, Hexia lifted her legs lightly, her feet somewhat relaxed on the crossbar below the chair, using chopsticks to eat the still-warm dinner in small bites.

With no one else around, the hall was particularly quiet, only the dust-covered items and the corners of the room indicated that once a complete family had lived here.

After finishing her meal, Hexia quickly cleared the table, then returned to the sofa and began flipping through her personal terminal.

Today was June 8th, with only four days left until the 12th when the gathering was to take place; she looked at the calendar and her gaze shifted towards the bedroom, suddenly thinking about whether she should prepare something, like buying a couple of new pieces of clothing.

It had been a year since she last bought clothes, and although what was left was still wearable, she didn't want to appear too pitiful at the reunion with old classmates, even though Hexia wasn't someone who cared about appearances. After all, she had now saved up some money.

She flipped to her personal wallet balance and clicked to enter.

[Your balance is: 35420.23 Federation Coins]

It was roughly thirty thousand plus Federation Coins, most of which she had earned while assisting the two seniors, 'Huale' and 'Vurowus.' Helping other maids would also net her a share, but overall, it was not as much as what she got from the two seniors.

After all, catering was the main revenue of 'Dream of Glazed Glass,' other business existed but was more scattered and not as concentrated.

Though 30,000 wasn't a huge sum, looking at the money in the card still brought a sense of security; she could survive for 2 years even if she lost her job immediately, the young girl calculated in her heart.

Well, I'll go buy clothes after work tomorrow.

She had gone shopping with Lina and the others before, but never bought anything herself to save money; now she could finally look at what she liked.

Having made up her mind, Hexia stretched languidly and went to take a shower in the bathroom; it was already past 8 p.m., and night was not far off.

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The next day, Hexia continued to help at Botis' in the morning.

After feeding the little creatures, she began milking their venom one by one, then finally sat down beside the table.

The white-scaled tree viper that was usually so fond of Hexia slithered over today as well. It circled around her chair, looked up at her slender legs, hesitated for a moment, then decided not to coil around them. Instead, it climbed up the back of the chair and poked its head out around Hexia's shoulder.

"Ah..." The young girl was startled by the sudden appearance of the little creature by her ear while she was taking notes and thinking at the table, but then she realized what it was.

"You're being naughty again, aren't you?" She tapped the little snake on the shoulder with her pen and continued writing.

Her notes recorded the recent conditions of these poisonous creatures in the jungle, most of which were very normal, but some were different from usual, possibly because it was their mating season or time to shed their skin.

I wonder when you shed your skin, Hexia's gaze shifted to the little creature being nosy by her ear, who seemed very interested in the writing even though it couldn't read.

Putting down the pen, Hexia picked up the white-scaled snake, unraveled it from around the chair back, placed it on the table, and then opened a drawer of the refrigerator to take out a boiled quail egg. She peeled off the shell and fed it to the somewhat cute little creature.

Biting into a quail egg that was slightly smaller than its own head, the little white-scaled snake slowly swallowed it down, then coiled itself on the desktop, settling quietly. It looked so comfortable it seemed ready to take a nap there.

"Eat and then sleep," the girl murmured softly, teasingly.

Speaking of which, the large spider that usually liked to cling to her didn't come over today, and she had no idea where it had hidden itself. In the past, when she wrote, that big spider always lay on the desk, and sometimes she'd gotten used to tapping it with her pen when she paused.

Having recorded the day's matters, Hexia closed her notebook and began to ponder what style of clothes to buy after work.

Her clothing choices were greatly influenced by her mother. Previously, it was always her mother who took her and her sister shopping for clothes, but after going to high school, Temisia started to choose her own clothes. Compared to the gentle Eastern style favored by her mother, Temisia preferred the rebellious Gothic style.

As the clock slowly ticked, time moved into the afternoon. Today was still Hexia's trial run for her business, but compared to yesterday, there were fewer maids present because it was still working hours and not everyone could come—only a few with more flexible schedules made it.

"The story for today is about 'The Poem of the Seven Emerald Birds'."

Flipping open a vibrant and captivating emerald storybook, its pages were filled with leaves, each one lush and varying in shades of green. They seemed haphazardly placed under the shade of the trees, yet they vaguely formed the shapes of seven birds.

"Seven sisters, seven different personalities, seven different fates, all leading to the same ending..."

"The fairies of the forest, the sprites among the flowers, known as the 'Nymphs', the seven sisters turned into seven lamenting emerald birds after each of them met misfortune. They sang their sorrow and their vows, determined to take revenge on the most powerful hero of legend."

In the warm sunshine among the flowers, seven girls snuggled up to each other and slept. As they slowly grew up, they each revealed their unique elegance, and like birds, they began to fly in their own directions.

"The White Kite bird, with wings pure white as if painted..."

"The Flame Feather bird, with plumage orange-red as fire..."

"The Bone Owl bird, black as night all over..."

"The Perch Branch bird, with eyebrow plumes dark-blue as indigo ink..."

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"In the end, white wings stained with blood, flame feathers extinguished, black wings fully shattered, indigo brows disgraced... and the wailing song continued, circling the trees, transforming into poisonous sap and thorny spikes upon falling."

"Reddish-purple entwined with pale turquoise, the thorns ultimately became wounds of curse, turned into tumorous spears that wept."

"The spear, like withered branches and dead leaves, hid in the night, wounding the grand hero on his journey, making his face withered like wood. He fell at the foot of a cliff, dying of thirst."

Compared to the 'Crowned Maiden', which was like real history, 'The Poem of the Seven Emerald Birds' was shrouded in a hazy and distant mythical hue. Although poignant, it wouldn't make one too sad; perhaps this is the beauty of myths and fairytales.

Closing the spread-out emerald storybook in her hand, the girl's voice gradually came to an end, and the changing scenery beside her slowly emanated a white light before transforming into a nameless hill blown by a gentle breeze. The girl in a black and white dress sat under the dappled tree shade, her eyes slowly opening.

"That was great, although a bit poignant, it still had a feeling of being sorrowful without being too hurtful," Belfeng clapped his hands.

"This level is just right; indeed, fairytales are a more suitable medium."

"This level, hmm, I understand," Hexia nodded slightly while holding her book, a faint measure in her mind.

"Then it's decided, Dantalion."

"Let's start our first official business the day after tomorrow!"