Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The leisurely sound of the class bell rang, and the teacher paused to summarize the lesson before announcing the end of class.

Students rustled as they packed up, some standing and leaving directly, while others made plans to go for lunch together.

"Tilan, do you want to join us for lunch?" Deloris invited the girl, dressed today as always in modest yet slightly ornate lace dresses, which suited her good temperament, so there wasn't any dissonance.

"Sure," Tilan stood up and walked with Deloris toward the direction of the canteen.

Today they came to the Sky Restaurant on the south side of Edith Academy, which offered an exceptional view. The circular outer wall of the restaurant was made entirely of glass, highly transparent, with no so-called frames or crossbars in the middle; it was practically one continuous circular pane of glass, extraordinarily beautiful.

Sitting under the glass wall, both could clearly see the white clouds and blue sky above. The restaurant was quite spacious, with only the occasional sound of clinking dishes and the chatter of classmates.

Deloris preferred light and sweet flavors, disliking anything too greasy or heavily seasoned. Her plate was often accompanied by delicious fruits, but never too sweet.

Her dresses were always elegant and proper, accentuating her fine figure. Although she socialized little, gossip about Deloris was always circulating.

As time passed since the newcomers arrived, some gossipers, based on so-called appearances or popularity, created rankings, listing the five most beautiful girls without a specific order, for ranking them could lead to dissent and fights.

Amongst the freshmen, two stood out—Deloris and Efnie. There was one from each of the other grades. Tilan was not selected, not because she was lesser than Deloris or Efnie, but because she was more controversial. Eventually, this unofficial ranking placed her separately.

Tilan, a first-year student with an ordinary family background, had reasonable past achievements with no distinctions. She became known for her speech at the freshman ceremony. Some adored her, while others thought the school used her for balance, letting a girl without any background represent the freshmen to avoid potential conflicts. Her looks were unique. Though she certainly wasn't bad from photos and video, one would easily overlook her at first sight. Aside from first-year students, her reputation wasn't prominent among other grades.

Although nearly all freshmen knew this girl with black hair and blue eyes, her popularity wasn't high among students from the three other grades at Edith Academy. Moreover, she kept a low profile and lacked a notable family background, causing many to unintentionally ignore her existence.

At meal times, Deloris was very particular about etiquette. She generally spoke little, preferring to eat quietly. This was similar to Tilan, so their joint meals were exceptionally quiet, leading outsiders to misunderstand, thinking perhaps that their relationship was strained or they were giving each other the silent treatment.

But in fact, the two shared a remarkable understanding, not needing to say much to grasp each other's thoughts, making them rare and close friends.

Having an Autonomous Unit clear the plates from the table, the two continued sitting by the glass wall, admiring the scenery outside, occasionally observing a hover car or two passing by in the sky.

They talked, discussing recent life events. Deloris also spoke of minor matters at home, including her tri-colored long-haired cat. She seemed to rarely pay attention to trivial outside affairs, leading a simple life with minimal external disturbances, except for occasionally keeping up with industry matters.

However, if Tilan brought up some recent news, Deloris would make an effort to check it out, or else she wouldn't bother taking the time for it.

"There's too much chaos and attention-grabbing content in the news. I usually only read the company briefings, which report on relevant industry matters and recent policy changes within the Federation," Deloris said.

"Do you not even engage with movies or games?" Tilan asked curiously.

"Not usually, but I do read books occasionally," Deloris replied.

"Father does recommend some stuff for me to watch, but I generally don't pay much attention to it." She continued to add.

"Such a different kind of heiress." The girl sighed softly. Although she had seen many people with impressive family backgrounds at Edith Academy, there was only one person as simple and peaceful as Deloris.

As the two conversed, a series of Hover Cars with the same model landed one after another on the plaza below the restaurant. Soon, a male student walked out of one of the cars with a cigarette in his mouth, and he was quickly surrounded by a large crowd as they made their way toward the restaurant.

"That's Kinsenke from class B with a rather nasty personality," Deloris introduced him, a rarity for her.

She spoke of some past encounters and experiences. Even Deloris, a sheltered heiress who seldom socialized, had heard quite a lot about Kinsenke. He was arrogant and enjoyed fighting with people, seemed to particularly like teasing others, and relished the scenario where he provoked anger, only to then spend money and have the same people fawning over him.

"So, it's best for Tilan to avoid him if you see him at the academy," she advised.

"I know." The girl nodded, but it wasn't long before Kinsenke appeared in the restaurant, walking out of the elevator in his slippers, scanning the room with his sunglasses on. Then he saw Deloris and Tilan sitting in a corner and sauntered over with a grin.

"Yo, long time no see, cousin Deloris." He pulled out a chair and sat next to the two, and the people who followed him also sat down nearby.

Deloris frowned slightly but did not respond. Kinsenke didn't mind it and understood that was just her personality, knowing that although they were distant relations and weren't close, he was familiar with her character.

"Sitting here bored, two pretty girls, why not have a drink?" He motioned with his hand, and a waiter hurried over soon after.

"Two glasses of Smoked Wind Emerald, and one Golden Galleon for me."

"Certainly, Mr. Kinsenke." The waiter took note and quickly stepped away. Then, Kinsenke propped his legs up, lounging in his chair to bask in the sun while occasionally glancing at the silent Deloris and Tilan.

"Don't be so distant, cousin Deloris. Are you still holding a grudge about the time I broke your flower pot lamp when we were kids?" Deloris's mother and Kinsenke's mother were born into the same family, though their blood relation was distant. They had only met once or twice as children and did not socialize otherwise.

"Okay, talking about these old things really is a bit boring. Let's talk about something more interesting..." Seeing the two beauties remained unmoved, he shook his leg, removed his sunglasses, and handed them to a lackey behind him.

"Like last night at the Dragon Nest Bar, involving a few of our freshman classmates," he mentioned, accepting the large drink the waiter had brought him.

The drink, large enough to dwarf two fists, contained a clear, amber liquid bubbling with gas and a delicate white sailboat floating in it. The sailboat swayed in the glass, its sails occasionally billowing as if it were a miniature model.

This visually stunning drink was naturally pricey, considered high-end among T3 beverages, costing at least 70,000 Federation Coins a glass. Kinsenke casually held the glass, inserting the straw next to the delicate sailboat into the liquid, sucking contentedly while he continued the conversation.

"Where was I? Oh yes, last night's race. If it weren't for me arriving in time, those idiots would have been swindled." In his vivid storytelling, the students in the restaurant slowly came to understand what had transpired the night before on the pilgrim street in South First District.