Who hid My Corpse!

His expression brightened with joy, and he shouted, "I heard it," then immediately fell to his knees.

Following his lead, everyone in the Seed District eagerly bowed their bodies in the direction of the Holy Mountain.

Only Ogg turned his back to the Holy Mountain, removing the letter from the owl's claw.

But his face showed little joy, filled more with worry.

He had lost count of how many letters Hewinia had sent him.

At first, Hewinia only sent a letter every few days, but now it was once a day, even once every half day.

It seemed as if she was desperately trying to accomplish something.

"Miss Hewinia..." Ogg looked worriedly at the Holy Mountain, revered by all, and murmured, "Please don't let anything happen."

...

"It's getting closer."

The Dean stood in front of the Eternal Sound Hall, watching the firelight gradually approaching from the foot of the mountain.

Each time an orchestra finished its performance, a magic torch would be ignited.

Thus, as the festival progressed day by day, the magic torches would slowly advance from the foot of the mountain to the top.

It was like an invisible giant taking one step forward every day.

And every step was surrounded by melodies and rhythms, growing more intense and loud.

When it finally crossed the threshold of the Eternal Sound behind Raul, the melodies and rhythms would reach a new peak.

On that peak, the greatest Holy Sound Master would be awakened.

And the one guarding the Eternal Sound is Raul.

"We don't have much time either, Dean."

Several elderly Golden Sound Players said to the Dean.

"We cannot disrupt the festival."

This too is a rule.

When the last outer melody ends and the first inner melody begins, it means the Holy Sound Master has awakened, and after the Eternal Sound, the stage is set.

Only performers are allowed to exist on stage.

In the Master's eyes, a faded player is no longer considered a player.

"That Cesar still hasn't made any move." An elderly Golden Sound Player said, "Is he trying to wait until the inner melody begins?"

The Dean slightly narrowed his eyes.

In his heart, he had already believed Hewinia was Cesar.

And Hewinia, after killing Roland, hadn't acted, seemingly intending to wait until the inner melody sounded and the Holy Sound Master's "gaze" fell.

Theoretically, at this stage, the player should do nothing except perform.

Including killing.

But that's just theoretical, so the Dean dared not gamble on whether Hewinia would abide by this rule.

After all, Hewinia had come this far, and the Dean really didn't think she would stop just like that.

However, he would end everything before then.

Behind him, the four-note tuner from the boys' dormitory was sitting quietly, like a corpse.

The Dean gently pressed his own chest.

His notes were pulsing with his heartbeat, the surging magic power rapidly growing stronger.

"Rest assured, I will end everything before the last moment arrives."

"But what if you're unable to awaken?"

"I said I would awaken." He said calmly, "And I will definitely awaken."

...

"The Eternal notes are not just for show; they are also a powerful vessel, which is why you must cross them to awaken the Master." Anita looked at Hewinia, who was buried in writing, and said lightly, "The Dean's plan is simple. He will awaken the tuner at the moment the outer melody crosses the Eternal notes, effectively at its most powerful moment. Once he has conclusive evidence, he can summon all the Golden Sound Players who haven't left yet to deal with... Cesar the night before the Master's 'awakening'. In fact, under such surging magic, if he wishes, the entire academy is under his gaze. Just hiding is not enough."

Hewinia softly replied, not even looking up, still fervently writing her letter.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry." Anita asked.

"Why should I be in a hurry?" Hewinia smiled and said, "I'm not Cesar. Besides, as you mentioned, even then, the chances of awakening that tuner are less than thirty percent."

"Theoretically, that's correct." Anita said calmly, "But in reality... once he closes the door of the Eternal Sound Hall, whether the tuner is awakened or not is up to him to claim."

"I see..." Hewinia paused her pen, finally looked up, and smiled at Anita, "That's exactly the kind of thing the Dean would do."

Anita quietly watched Hewinia's face.

Not finding any other emotions on Hewinia's face, she nodded slightly: "Indeed, he would. Because if he fails, all his years of effort would be ruined. As the Principal said, he has always been an outstanding person, just not an outstanding player."

Finished speaking, Anita stood up.

There were few people left in the dormitory, and Anita, watching Hewinia still writing, said "Good luck" before turning to leave.

Hewinia was still writing letters.

Books after books, letters after letters.

Outside the window, the snow continued to fall.

The sun rose and set.

The cold wind howled, yet it was gradually subdued by the approaching melody.

In the chaotic snowstorm, a rhythm unique to the Holy Sound was interwoven.

The powerful Divine that appears once every twenty years seemed to have murmured an awakening within this devout prayer from the entire Holy Sound.

Hewinia could clearly feel each note on her body vibrating with an unwillingness to be confined.

But she remained unmoved, still alone under this small window writing letters, one after another.

As if the world about to be turned upside down had nothing to do with her.

Until the sun was once again on the verge of being devoured by darkness, when that soaring music roared like a beast in her ears, Hewinia stopped her pen.

She carefully collected the letters, tied them to the claws of the three owls in front of her, but did not release them immediately, instead taking out feed from her pocket and placing it in her palm to feed them.

Once the last grain of feed was pecked clean, she pushed open the window and released the three owls.

The three tiny figures, like snowflakes, seemed likely to be crushed by the violent wind at any moment.

But they were not snow, they would not fall with the snow, instead flapping those seemingly powerless shoulders, disappearing into the wind.

And disappeared from Hewinia's sight.

Only after doing all of this did Hewinia slowly close the window.

"Mr. Visas, I am ready."

She said this.

The familiar voice did not resonate in her mind, but the slightly trembling fingers still gave her a response.

Then, Hewinia straightened her somewhat wrinkled clothes and picked up the slightly cold Magic Wand at her side.

Turned and went out the door.

...

Huff, huff.

The small classroom had only one man and one woman.

The man was chewing something while looking at the woman in front of him.

The woman felt her whole body bristle under that intensely invasive gaze, yet dared not move.

Because she knew, once she resisted, the outcome would be worse.

After losing his fingers, Karen Chuke's personality had become even more violent.

Yet, after consecutively losing several Golden Notes, both the Phinis Family and the Chuke Family placed greater importance on this Golden Note they had originally overlooked, making him even more unscrupulous.

After finishing the food in his mouth, Karen's mouth was full of oil.

He looked at the woman in front of him, eyes filled with undisguised desire.

This was someone he specially sought out, a woman somewhat resembling that loathsome person.

He grinned.

The woman closed her eyes in despair.

Then she heard a female voice.

"Kneel."

Her brain had not yet reacted, but her body had already moved involuntarily, directly kneeling on the ground.

...Wait, what is going on?

Another roar, the classroom wall suddenly cracked open, and the howling cold wind rushed in unstoppably.

Because she kneeled, she couldn't see anything, only heard Karen beside her let out a roar, while surging magic power erupted from his side.

But it only lasted for less than a second.

A clear snap of fingers.

Karen fell silent.

In the howling wind, the woman seemed to hear the sound of a scythe swinging mixed in.

Next, the woman saw something round fall in front of her.

It was Karen's head.

She was stunned for a moment, then fainted.

Hewinia stepped over the woman, then looked at the now decapitated Karen, and gently said.

"The first one."