Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 399 - 137 New Confrontation

The student council office was clean but slightly empty. Tilan stood in front of the precious blackwood desk, her fingers lightly caressing its surface as her gaze swept around her.

"Now it’s my turn to sit here," she thought to herself with a hint of emotion, finding it somewhat unbelievable. So much had happened over the year.

But she had slowly gotten used to it.

Since the former president Amors had completed the handover, many items had been removed from the room—only the inherited blackwood desk and a cabinet for displaying trophies of honor remained. As for other things, they had been taken away with Amors’s departure. What new items to place or what style to decorate in would depend on the preferences and tastes of the new president.

Approaching the desk, Tilan touched the newly made chair before slowly sitting down to experience the still novel feeling.

The chair was slightly taller to match the desk in front, with a smooth surface resembling black matte and a rather simple overall design, featuring only two engraved rose patterns at the center of the backrest.

If Tilan were to sit in this chair while wearing a more extravagant classical dress, she would look like those delicate porcelain dolls from fairy tales, invoking a sense of pity.

However, today she was dressed more formally, in the student council president uniform custom-made for her by Edith Academy, which included a short cloak-like shoulder cape, intellectual glasses, a flat-topped Dailan beret, and if she held the small black baton symbolic of the student council president, it would be her standard image as defined by the academy.

If there were any news reports or public appearances in the future, she would likely be dressed in this manner.

This attire was not a whim of the academy’s officials but a thoughtfully designed result. First, Tilan’s temperament still appeared too youthful. Though there was a dreamlike beauty that evoked sympathy in her demeanor, such a quality in a leadership position might not instill confidence or build prestige.

Another reason was to obscure her true capabilities from other academies and make them believe that the new president was someone focused on administrative or behind-the-scenes work rather than someone who exercises martial strength and combat power at the forefront. In short, it was always beneficial to conceal one’s strength, keeping one’s cards hidden to mislead opponents.

Once seated, if the room was empty, Tilan would put her feet on the crossbar beneath the chair, which was more comfortable, but perhaps not very ladylike in appearance. For receiving guests, however, she would place her feet down; due to the chair’s height, only her toes would touch the floor, and her heels would be slightly elevated, creating a sensation of mild swaying.

Of course, because of the desk in front, outsiders wouldn’t directly see this.

After finishing and putting away the few documents for the inauguration on her desk, the young girl looked around again, contemplating what to place in the office in the future.

Each student council president had their own style, and for hers, she planned to change the curtains and the like, and perhaps the sofas, to a white base with black and blue rose decorations.

As she thought about future matters, there came a knock from outside the room.

"Come in," she said.

The door opened, and a familiar figure walked in—it was Annelli, who had also become the secretary-general and vice president of the student council.

"Tilan, how does it feel? Is it a bit empty?" Annelli came in with a thick stack of papers, smiling as she approached, clearly in a good mood.

"It is a bit," Tilan admitted. "Do you have any good suggestions, Annelli?" Although Tilan wanted to decorate the office, she didn’t have much time to select decorations as she had just taken on the duties of president with numerous matters awaiting her attention.

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"Well, it depends on what style you like, Tilan. I’ll show you a few proposed plans in a couple of days," said Annelli as she placed the documents on the desk, then took a brief look around. Enjoy exclusive chapters from novelbuddy

"No matter how you look at it, it feels fresh and full of energy. We’re starting, Tilan."

"Yes," the young girl responded, but as she looked at the thick stack of new documents on the desk, she couldn’t help thinking about going to the room next door for a nap.

With this job, it seems I can no longer laze around every day as before, hm.

Time passed in an orderly fashion, and after a week of gradual adaptation, Tilan had roughly sorted out the current work content and direction.

Unlike when Amors took over years ago, this transition was relatively smooth, the various departments of the student council did not experience any significant staffing gaps, and Annelli also provided quite a few new members to fill these positions.

"Good morning, President Tilan."

Good morning, President Tilan."

In the morning, as Tilan entered the student council’s exclusive building, one after another, members greeted her, many of whom were also freshmen.

"Good morning, Phyren, Lilian," the girl nodded and then walked past the two of them.

This must be the third meeting, Phyren and Lilian were members recommended by Annelli, with Phyren coming from the ’Nuo Mountain Group’ and Lilian from ’Oak Red Fruit,’ both being large local enterprises of Jade Skirt and among the twelve that supported her.

Recalling the names of those twelve enterprises in her mind, the girl’s thoughts wandered slightly; this status was merely her not having debuted yet. She wondered how many giant corporations would come together for a Sunlit Level Songstress, a being capable of influencing the federal situation.

It was still hard to imagine, after all, the city she had lived in since childhood was just near a million people, she hadn’t even fully visited Jade Skirt, let alone the vast and numerous Star Domains of the Federation.

After collecting her emotions, Tilan sat down in the office; after finishing the tea that helped her focus, she began dealing with the day’s affairs.

[Regarding the list of club candidates for the confrontation with Swarm’s Reign Academy on June 26.]

A document that needed processing appeared on the desktop schedule; after opening and carefully reviewing the past events and situations she would face, Tilan sunk into contemplation.

The opponent this time, Swarm’s Reign Academy, is not only a powerful adversary but also a club led by "Flame Sugar" Prin Coco, a leader in the musical field, On the other hand, Edith Academy only had the ’Magnolia Opera’ club with a decent number of members and strength in music-related activities on a regular basis.

If Efnie and the others were to compete, it would likely end in failure. Efnie, though immensely talented, still fell short compared to Prin Coco "Flame Sugar," a Songstress, and moreover, she had already advanced to Sequence 4 as a sophomore and was presumably advancing toward Sequence 5 by now.

A complete overpowering, the girl thought.

But giving up just like that was too regrettable; if they couldn’t even compete with Swarm’s Reign, not to mention the subsequent challenges from Saint Ingo Academy. Compared to the other academies, Saint Ingo Academy received resources that were in a league of their own.

Her mind spun as the girl lightly rested her cheek on her hand, her fingertips gently stroking the texture of the desktop while various thoughts flitted through her mind.

It seems there isn’t a good solution, after all, with less than a month until the confrontation, even with concentrated training, it’s very difficult to surpass in such a short time. Should I go on stage myself?

At that thought, she organized her thoughts; if she were to perform, to what extent should she demonstrate her ability, she definitely couldn’t reveal everything, but showing some of her prowess would benefit the academy. It could at least improve the environment, garner more support, and dilute the unfavorable influence that had spread previously through StarNet.

It seemed she needed to thoroughly inquire about the standards and details regarding the Songstress rating, then adjust it to an appropriate range.

Having decided these things, the girl stood up and looked out the window; it seemed she hadn’t visited the Ghost Princess teacher in a long time. Just as things at Edith were gradually getting on track, it was time to spend a while at Yuanting.

Last time, she had arranged with Mel to visit and be a guest at her home.