Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Remembering the climb up the high tower stairs, with the warm rock walls as support, the scenery inside that white castle was so vivid and memorable. With her music, Hexia narrated that distant golden dream, the scenery she saw in her dreams that day, and the delicate emotions carried by the singing.

The piece concluded.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and gently touched the smooth and warm surface of the violin with her fingers, still embracing the lingering nostalgia and pleasant feelings within her heart.

Once she thought it was just a dream, yet the dream felt more real and touching than reality. Even after so long, she could still recall every detail with clarity.

The Golden Flame Flower, Isenisha, her singing in the dream was so melodious and lingering, peaceful yet tinged with a hint of sorrow and reminiscence. Her conversation with Hexia was but a few words, yet it seemed to express a thousand words.

"Very good, or rather, too good, so much so that I don\'t know how to describe it," said one of the seven maids, the green-haired figure who wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and then looked at the girl on the high stool with a gaze full of passion and complexity.

Dantalion, your achievements will far surpass mine in the future, which is something I should be happy about, but why do I feel a bit sad as well? Perhaps it was the music that infected me with this sense of melancholy for everything.

"I wasn\'t wrong about you, Dantalion, you truly have such an extraordinary talent," Belfeng quietly gave the girl a thumbs-up.

"I seem to have even more confidence in her now," said \'Vurowus,\' who lightly sipped the tea in her hand before setting it down, smiling at the girl who was still lost in her own world.

A maid with bull horns picked up the bottle and filled the glass in front of her again, passing it to the green-haired maid \'Botis\' next to her.

"Today was indeed a rare performance to appreciate, you must be very pleased," said \'Sekong,\' the bartender of the establishment, who was one of the few who knew of Botis\' past.

"Dantalion, keep it up," whispered the little angel \'Deklabi\' with a golden pentagram on her forehead.

"What about it, Nabe, got any inspiration?" \'Andusia\' poured more tea for the long-haired maid with bangs in front of her and asked with a beaming smile.

"Andusia~" the maid referred to briefly as \'Nabe\' complained softly, glanced at the blonde Elves before her, then picked up the teacup and sipped, avoiding the gaze of her friend beside her.

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Nabe Rius (Naberius): The 24th Demon God among King Solomon\'s 72 Pillars, depicted as a black crane flapping its wings, mastered all arts and sciences, especially rhetoric.

In the establishment, Belfeng had mentioned to the young girl about a maid skilled at making clothes, referring to \'Nabe Rius.\' She was reserved, often wearing a black maid\'s long dress, sitting in her quiet and secluded booth, seldom coming out.

Occasionally, a customer would visit this maid to ask her to tailor a garment, sitting there while watching her earnestly and step by step sew the clothes together.

Scissors and threads, the old sewing machines, would dance lightly between her slender fingers, transforming the fabric into clothes that fit just right, sparking a sense of relief and happiness.

"I have a bit of inspiration, but turning it into reality will probably take a considerable amount of time to ponder," Andusia had just asked Nabe Rius if she could design a set of performance clothes for Dantalion.

"It might take about a month to get the design right, I wonder if you all can wait that long," she said, setting down her teacup.

"That\'s fine, follow your own pace," Andusia knew her nature well; rushing her would likely have the opposite effect.

"Then I\'ll wait patiently," said Nabe Rius, whose mood seemed to have improved considerably.

Today, Hexia managed to play her first piece entirely and proficiently, which was the reason Andusia had invited everyone over. A solitary performance without an audience is regrettable, and she also wanted the young girl to gradually get accustomed to performing in front of others. The turnout today was not extensive, just the establishment\'s maids, likely the least stressful environment.

After setting the violin down and storing it properly, Hexia walked up to everyone with light and slightly shy steps, looking like a child waiting for praise but too embarrassed to ask for it outright.

"The best, Dantalion~" \'Belfeng,\' the rabbit-eared maid, was the first to give the young girl a hug, and the atmosphere immediately shifted from calm to lively.

"Dantalion\'s progress has far exceeded my estimates," Vurowus spoke up.

"If little Dantalion could just mature a bit more, she would definitely be a dazzling star on the stage," commented the mature and full-figured Bull Horn Tribe maid, Sekong.

"The junior I\'ve taught is indeed not bad," Botis also revived with enthusiasm at this moment.

"You\'re still so lucky," Andusia said with a hidden meaning.

"Dantalion~" Deklabi raised the bird in his hand, making a praising gesture towards the girl.

"It\'s this child," Nabe Rius mused.

The few of them talked and laughed noisily, and after the conversation went on for a while, the topic slowly shifted to the other purpose of today\'s gathering, which was to help Dantalion think about the future direction of her business.

"Does it have to do with \'books\'?" Vurowus tilted his head and pondered.

"How about opening a bookstore?" Belfeng\'s idea was, as expected, straightforward.

"But that\'s too commonplace," the Bull Horn Tribe maid, Sekong, by their side, shook her head. The two of them were rare beastkin subspecies in the shop, so they got along well.

"A librarian?" Botis casually suggested.

"But we don\'t have that many books in our shop to manage," Andusia shook her head.

"So what should we do, we can\'t just sell the books like we do performances, can we."

"Performances? Maybe that\'s not a bad idea," Andusia seemed to have thought of something.

"Can we really do that?" Belfeng said he\'d just spoken off the top of his head.

"Haven\'t you noticed that Dantalion has a very good voice? If she became a voice actor, she would probably be the kind that people get addicted to," Andusia suggested.

As a former musician and someone sensitive to vocal tones and timbres, Andusia was particularly attentive to this aspect. As for why Botis hadn\'t noticed, one could only say that because of his passion for rock, he was more skilled in that kind of fiery enthusiasm and not so good with the finer details.

"Are you suggesting that Dantalion, like singing poems, should narrate stories from books to the guests?" Nabe Rius quickly caught on.

"You are my best friend for a reason, you understood so quickly," Andusia nodded.

"I see," everyone suddenly got the idea.

"Indeed, that seems like a viable business approach."

"What about you, Dantalion? How do you feel about this idea?"

"I will work hard," Hexia also felt a bit excited about this idea. It suited her much more than peddling books or explaining them to others.

"Very good~"

"So, the final question comes."

"Dantalion, what kind of stories do you want to bring to everyone? Will they be epic legends that make countless people cheer and get excited, fables that are reflective and poignant, or children\'s tales as touching as vivid seven-colored flowers?"

Perhaps many years later, when people trace back through the annals of history, they will discover that on an insignificant afternoon in this modest coffee shop, the colorful picture books that would depict vast civilization epics and countless legendary stories had their first page turned here.