Chapter 49: Silver Hair by the Window

Just like that, for several days, Vellandelle enjoyed a peaceful life.

She attended magic classes and received private tutoring from Veronie after class.

As for the price, well, Vellandelle could use Banshee Power to condense a unique Crystal.

Elves had a significant demand for energy, and Vellandelle’s energy happened to be exceptionally pure and abundant.

Although Veronie was a cold little girl who never said much, Vellandelle could feel she really enjoyed the Crystals.

Every day, more and more customers came to watch her work at the restaurant.

In addition to the ever-present Seleste, Gloria and Saintess Eniya had also started showing up daily.

When Eniya took time out of her busy schedule to see her, Vellandelle was deeply moved.

Whenever there was no one else around, the kind-hearted Saintess would always want to hug her, comforting her like a child and saying things like, “Vellandelle, there may be something wrong with your mind. You might need treatment.”

Lately, Vellandelle had also felt something was wrong, perhaps because fragments of old memories kept surfacing.

As days passed, Vellandelle became the most popular freshman, and as a result, she was nominated by the teachers for the Popularity Tournament.

At first, Vellandelle didn’t want to participate.

But when she learned the prize was a full hundred Gold Coins, she admitted—her heart was swayed!

So these days, Vellandelle had been busy preparing for the contest.

She chose piano as her talent.

After all, this world didn’t have songs from her previous life, so wasn’t she perfectly positioned to captivate these people of another world?

She had been practicing .

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“Big sister, big sister, something’s wrong!”

On the weekend, Vellandelle got up as usual, ready to go practice the piano, when Rosasys came running over in a hurry.

“What’s wrong? Why are you in such a panic?”

“I recently heard some news. Cough, cough… There are several former campus beauties and even that legendary senior, Karlenasha of Winter, competing with you, big sister!”

Hearing Rosasys’ words, Vellandelle fell into deep thought.

Karlenasha of Winter—she didn’t have many scenes in the Game Plot, but she exuded an air of mystery.

A Dragon Girl, she wasn’t the heroine, nor a main character, but in the Game Plot, she often acted as a key player, driving many events forward.

It was even proven by Players that countless times, Seleste’s victories in the Game Plot had her influence behind them.

It was baffling. Why would a woman like that participate in such a boring contest?

There was something wrong.

Definitely something wrong.

Of course, the other campus beauties were formidable opponents too—all young ladies of Noble Families from the Royal Palace.

She couldn’t afford to be careless.

“Do you know why she’s here?”

“No idea.”

Rosasys shook her head shyly, feeling quite sorry for her big sister, unable to help at all.

“Forget it, it’s fine. We’ll deal with it later. The contest starts tomorrow anyway. I’ll go practice now.”

“Big sister, you’re so hardworking! You’ll definitely win the championship—good luck!”

“I’ll do my best.”

Vellandelle let out a bitter smile, feeling that even with so much time spent, relying on masterpieces from Earth might still not get her first place.

“What about Kelosha?”

“Oh, her? Didn’t she say she wanted to help me before? Because of piano practice, I had to stop working, so she actually went to work as a Wolf Maid to help me out.”

“I never expected that…”

Rosasys couldn’t help but cover her mouth, but Vellandelle could already guess what might happen next.

Surely, going to the restaurant to tease and mock Kelosha was inevitable, right?

“Mm, do you want to hear me play?”

“I do! Big sister, let’s go!”

“Alright, alright.”

Vellandelle sighed helplessly and took Rosasys to the Piano Room in the Music Building.

On a quiet weekend morning, sunlight streamed through tall arched windows, casting dappled shadows on the gleaming floor.

“This should do.”

Vellandelle pushed open an oak door, revealing a neatly arranged little Piano Room.

A black grand piano stood quietly in the center, as if waiting for Vellandelle to come play.

Rosasys followed quietly behind, then obediently sat on a soft bench by the wall, hands folded on her knees, gazing at Vellandelle with anticipation.

Vellandelle sat on the piano bench, took a deep breath, and placed her fingers gently on the cool keys.

She closed her eyes and recalled the melody of in her mind—a classic composed by Johann Pachelbel on Earth, yet unheard of in this world.

With the first note, the clear and solemn piano sound spread.

As the melody unfolded, Rosasys unconsciously held her breath.

She had never heard a piano piece before, making the sensation all the more wondrous.

The notes flowed from Vellandelle’s fingertips like a stream, gradually forming a river of music that filled the entire room.

Being able to unleash the Voice of the Banshee meant that Banshees possessed extraordinary musical talent and skill.

Vellandelle’s body leaned slightly forward, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, swaying gently with her movements.

As the piece reached its climax, with multiple voices interweaving, Rosasys couldn’t understand it but still felt it was a magnificent composition.

The final note faded slowly into the air, its resonance lingering.

After a moment of silence, Rosasys came back to her senses.

“Amazing, big sister… I’ve never heard music like this before!”

Vellandelle turned around and smiled softly.

“Really? Do you think the audience will like it?”

“Of course! Big sister will definitely receive everyone’s enthusiastic welcome!”

“………”

Vellandelle said softly, her fingers absentmindedly brushing the keys.

“It’s a masterpiece, but…”

Just then, the Piano Room’s door was gently pushed open a crack, then quickly closed again.

Vellandelle looked up warily.

“Who’s there?”

Rosasys hurried to the door and peeked outside, then returned with a puzzled expression.

“No one, big sister. Maybe it was the wind.”

But Vellandelle had clearly seen a flash of silver hair pass through the door crack.

“Maybe it was just an illusion.”

She murmured.

“Big sister, play it again!”

Rosasys hugged her arm and swayed, pulling Vellandelle back from her thoughts with the plea.

Vellandelle nodded and placed her hands back on the keys.

But this time, as she played for Rosasys, she performed many popular Internet Songs.

Rosasys’ reaction grew even more intense.

She thought these songs were even more moving than the previous one, but Vellandelle knew that in a formal setting, it was better to stick to the classics.

During their conversation, neither of them noticed a strand of silver hair drifting outside the window.