Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Eh? Why do you say that?"

"I am quite sensitive, you know. The most important part of playing cards is observation and psychological warfare. I feel that Dantalion\'s current status is very stable, and the aura of her Transcendent Core has also reached the Perfection State. It might be time to consider advancing in rank."

"It seems so," Hexia nodded.

After the battle that day, she did not continue her practice of the Natural Sequence but returned to the Withering Sequence. Despite the Withering Sequence being only Second Rank, it was still her own accumulation.

The knowledge and experience of her sister were good, but without the experiences of the cultivation process, it always felt unreliable. Some experiences you\'re better off not skipping; the stronger the foundation, the farther you can go in the future.

"Does Belfeng have any suggestions?"

"Suggestions, huh..." She thought for a moment.

"The Sequence I study is different from yours, so it\'s hard to say, but your practice of the Withering Sequence involves a lot with the soul realm. You could check out the K31 cell in the northern district; there are quite a few books laying around there, some of which seem to be about that domain."

"We still have books in our shop?"

"Of course, some customers like to sit there and read, so we have to keep some around. And they can\'t be of poor quality, so we have a variety of them."

"You can go take a look after you get off work."

"Okay."

In the time that followed, Belfeng took Hexia to play tabletop role-playing games with the customers. They sat next to the table discussing their characters\' actions while the AI displayed the corresponding images, as well as various dice rolls and such.

And so, it went on until the shop closed for the night.

After changing out of her maid uniform into her regular clothes, Hexia went to where the books were kept. Now she had a little time to read.

With only 40 minutes until the shop closed, she needed to hurry, she calculated to herself.

After searching through the titles for a while, Hexia took down a book titled "Soul Decryption and Recognition", sat down at a nearby table, and began to flip through it. The warm golden afterglow spilled over her cheeks and the pages of the book, casting a faint and hazy light.

As she kept flipping through the pages, Hexia grew more curious, at times surprised, at times content, and at times further inspired with curiosity, until the shop\'s closing bell rang, prompting her to stand up abruptly and jog towards the door.

Hugh, made it out.

She picked up her bag, stepped into the elevator, her mind still immersed in the knowledge she had just acquired.

About the mysteries of the soul, such as what exactly the soul is.

If the mortal body is likened to a glass of water, then the soul is the water inside the glass. Once the glass shatters, the water spills out immediately, disappearing without a trace, or perhaps leaving only a shapeless residue.

The souls of Transcendents are a bit sturdier, kind of like tofu pudding (although this metaphor isn\'t quite nice), even if the glass breaks, it will crack into large pieces rather than disperse formlessly.

For high-rank Transcendents, it\'s more like jelly or pudding; even if the glass disperses, they can still maintain their shape (consciousness), but are still extremely fragile.

Finally, for beings of Sequence 8-9, their souls are like icicles; even if the glass (body) is destroyed, they won\'t be easily damaged.

Her sister was only Sequence 5 and hadn\'t reached high rank, so it was impossible for her to exist in the world without the protection of a body. One could only say that she fell into a slumber within her own body by some means. Because of their Twin Talent, she could also fully adapt to her own body without being rejected.

But why would her sister commit suicide? Hexia didn\'t know, she could only guess it was related to herself. Due to the difference in their birth times, many aspects weren\'t consistent. If they continued to grow, this difference would persist, unless one stopped to wait for the other.

But how could the growth of the body and the maturing of the soul be stopped? Therefore, only the most extreme method remained.

What a bold and incredibly confident plan, Hexia thought to herself, shaking her head. She would definitely not have chosen this path.

As she delved deeper into thought and memory, Hexia even felt that her sister had been in a deep slumber previously; otherwise, she should have awakened during her first brush with death.

If she had died, her sister would not have survived either, but she didn\'t wake up that time.

Back at home, Hexia stood in the kitchen, steaming rice in the pot before starting to prepare the other ingredients.

First, she cleaned the silver carp she\'d bought, removing the innards, scraping off the scales, then making slashes on it, salting it for marination, and afterwards, she began preparing the scallions, ginger, and garlic.

Once everything was ready, she poured oil into the pan, waited for it to smoke, added some ginger slices, made a few light drags with the spatula, then placed the fish in to fry. She fried one side until it was golden brown before flipping it to fry the other, and when that side was nearly done, she added garlic, scallions, chili, Sichuan peppercorns, cilantro, and then it was ready to come out of the pan.

The process was not complicated, but given it was Hexia\'s first attempt, she was somewhat unpracticed; fortunately, in the end, it was definitely edible.

She could probably score it a 68, out of a perfect 100, Hexia thought to herself.

What her mother used to make, could probably score around 90, there was still a gap, such as the proportions of various seasonings and timing of their addition, among other things.

After eating, Hexia returned to her room to continue writing notes and analyzing. After listing various pieces of information, her pen paused on the number 16.

In theory, 16 was not the ideal age for her sister\'s awakening; she had ended her life at 18 and should have waited until Hexia herself was 18.

It seems she was also surprised, Hexia thought, perhaps it was because she had awakened her second talent during her near-death experience and had seen the memories of two generations of Color Level Songstresses in her dreams that something was triggered, precipitating her sister\'s early awakening.

Voice of Time Strings, Sound of Void Play; together, they formed a complete mastery of time and space powers, which were recorded in ancient texts as incredibly powerful witch abilities—no wonder her sister was so reckless.

Since the fourth epoch, when the three crowns representing deities disappeared, beings like witches, born with inherent powers, ceased to be born, and the witches of yesteryears vanished into history, their whereabouts unknown.

Thinking back on the battle, Hexia also recalled many details that she had forgotten at the time, such as the several secret techniques her sister used. Whether it was "Arcane Art: Flash of a Moment" or "Elf Secret Arts: Seven Butterflies Incarnation," they didn\'t seem like techniques that a Sequence 5 should be able to cast and withstand.

Indeed, she must have used her innate talent abilities to greatly enhance her Spatial Teleportation, which allowed her to easily display these secret techniques. As for herself, without the recovery granted by Voice of Time Strings, she likely would have been defeated by her sister and forced into a merger by now.

After filling her notes with various details, Hexia leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes to meditate.

However, did her sister actually die, or fall into a deep sleep, she wondered, sitting up again.

After a long contemplation with no answers, she figured she might have to wait until she advanced to Withering Sequence 5 to find out, as the Withering Sequence specialized in the soul and was exceedingly adept in that regard.

For now though, she seemed to be able to use some of her sister\'s talent abilities, like—

Her notebook on the desk suddenly disappeared, swept into the folded space gap, then with an open hand, the notebook reappeared in her grasp.

It really was much more convenient; in the future, if she were in a fight, she could just store her personal terminal within, no fear of damaging it.

Hexia was still living frugally; if her personal terminal broke again, she might not be able to afford one as good.

Just as Hexia was still worried about money, her personal terminal suddenly beeped.

[Your account has received a transfer of 2,194 Federation Coins, please check...]

This really is something, Hexia blinked, slightly surprised, and opened the transfer note.

[This is your share for the help provided today~ "Huale" left]

Well, it\'s no wonder the maid seniors in Dream of Glazed Glass didn\'t seem to lack money; even with just assisting, she could earn so much in one day.

Thank you to the manager, all the seniors, and for today\'s work completed in peace.

Dear Mother in Heaven, your daughter is now capable of earning a living, and yes, in a very proper way, Hexia playfully recited in her mind.