The Cornflower Witch Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Sunflower Sea

Washing her hair with a special noodle soup water, the fine black powder clinging to it gradually faded, revealing its original flawless snowy silver.

Talil, while helping Hylial wash her hair, said enviously, “Lia, your hair quality is really good, always so smooth and straight.”

She touched her own curly chestnut hair, feeling a little dejected, but seeing Hylial in her silver-haired form today still made her very happy.

It took the girl and Talil more than an hour to thoroughly wash her hair, restoring its original silver-snow color. Afterward, Hylial took a hot bath and washed her entire body.

Putting on the plain white, exquisitely detailed dress she had worn upon her arrival, Hylial stood in front of the mirror, observing herself, occasionally turning around, her soft hair gently swaying.

She thought, “I still need to tie it back a bit with a hairband, otherwise it’s too disheveled.”

Again, she picked up the blue and white hairband embroidered with a cornflower pattern, gathering the hair from both sides of her ears and intertwining it at the back of her head, then tying it with the clear hairband into a cute bow. (Refer to Euphilia Mazetta’s hairstyle in “The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady”)

The cascading silver-snow hair and the hairband swayed and moved with her steps, complementing each other and creating a unique beauty.

Speaking of which, her attire when she first awoke, though not extravagant, possessed an enduring, light elegance. It was as if, after sifting through countless flowers, one still chose that initial, simple and pure bloom, possessing a beauty that was hard to surpass or forget.

After styling her hair and arranging her dress, she put on her clean white socks again and slipped into her well-fitting small leather shoes, fastening the delicate white bow straps. Hylial stood up and gently turned in front of the mirror, checking her appearance.

“Wow, it’s like you’ve completely changed into a different person!” Talil clasped her hands together, unable to contain her surprise and delight.

Although Hylial used to have silver hair, she always kept it hidden, never displaying its charm as openly as she did today.

“I feel like most people would believe it if you said Lia was a princess from another country,” Talil circled the girl several times, becoming more and more convinced.

“A princess, if I can’t explain it clearly, it will be trouble,” the girl shook her head slightly, but she turned the tip of her shoe a little, familiarizing herself with this long-lost comfort, a feeling of long ago.

It had only been two or three months, but it felt like a very long time.

However, today she could indeed relax completely.

…

In the afternoon, the peaceful sunlight illuminated the streets of the West District. Under the lush shade of the trees, a carriage slowly moved forward, its lacquered teak body reflecting specks of light in the scattered sunshine.

Hylial, sitting inside the carriage, clasped her hands gently on her knees. Her eyes were closed, and occasionally, a few rays of light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, falling upon her graceful, snow-white neck and cheeks.

“We have arrived, miss.”

The wheels gradually stopped turning, and the coachman tried his best to politely remind the girl inside the carriage.

Although he didn’t know the girl’s identity, ever since he took on this commission and met her today, he felt that her status must be quite high. Therefore, he was extra meticulous and careful, personally brushing the horse that pulled the carriage and then driving it slowly and steadily.

“Thank you, please wait a moment.” She replied softly.

Then the carriage door opened, and she gracefully stepped down, lifting her skirt. Talil followed behind her, holding a glass-covered potted plant.

Looking up at the spacious mansion, they could see the front garden and lawn through the iron fence, which was very quiet at the moment.

Upon reaching the main gate, Hylial gently shook the bell, emitting a crisp ‘ding-dong’ sound.

In a moment, a maid in a black and white uniform emerged from the side door and approached the main gate.

“Do you have an invitation card?” she asked, her hands clasped on her apron, her demeanor elegant and even more poised than some nobles.

“Yes,” Hylial took out the invitation she had brought with her, which included Scholar Hyde’s recommendation and Marilyn’s note from when she borrowed the book earlier.

After receiving it, the maid opened the invitation, glanced through it, and nodded slightly. Then she looked at the potted plant Talil was holding behind Hylial.

“I’ll open the door for you to come in. As for the carriage, please have him wait outside the mansion.”

“Yes,” Hylial nodded, then gave instructions to the coachman.

Subsequently, she stepped into the serene mansion courtyard, following the maid towards the interior.

For some reason, as she watched the maid in front of her, she felt a strange sense of familiarity. It wasn’t that she knew this maid, but rather that the maid’s outfit gave her a peculiar sense of déjà vu, as if she had encountered many similar figures in her past life.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t recall more memories for the time being. She and Talil waited in the front parlor, and the maid brought Hylial a warm cup of black tea.

“Please wait here for a while and don’t wander around. I will inform the madam.”

“Yes,” she nodded again, watching the maid leave.

Sitting on the luxurious silk and gold-embroidered sofa, Hylial looked around. Every decoration here was exquisite and elegant, exuding an expensive aura. Even the walls were covered with silk-embroidered wallpaper, and the enamel porcelain on the table was extraordinarily beautiful.

Just as Scholar Hyde said, this Madame Faran’s identity is very special. She wondered how Marilyn met her and borrowed books from her.

Just as the two were observing their surroundings, the young maid returned and told Hylial, “The madam has agreed to see you. Please carry the flowerpot to the backyard yourself.”

“As for the accompanying attendant, please wait here for a while.” She subtly gestured to Talil.

“Ah, don’t I need to go with you?” Talil was a little surprised, but she still handed the potted plant to Hylial.

With the glass-covered potted plant in her arms, Hylial followed the maid to the backyard of the mansion.

After passing through the long corridor inside the mansion and turning two corners, she emerged from the front manor, enveloped by a vast sea of vibrant yellow flowers.

Under the gentle breeze and azure sky, countless tall sunflowers bloomed, their broad flower heads facing the sun. The pale yellow and golden petals were tightly arranged, exuding a dazzling, burning beauty in the sunlight.

These sunflowers were not ordinary plants, but extraordinary ‘Level 1 Blazing Sun’ plants. In the midst of the flower sea, the most intense and dazzling area even contained a patch of ‘Level 2 Blazing Sun’ sunflowers.

Walking through this sea of goose-yellow flowers, Hylial felt countless joyful, overflowing Blazing Sun energies emanating, gradually filling her body with vitality and dispelling her fatigue.

The further she walked inward, the more pronounced this radiating heat became. Even the air seemed to shimmer, and when Hylial looked up at the innermost part, she noticed the sky above was tinged with a faint, magnificent golden hue.

At that moment, she finally saw the figure standing in the flower sea, holding a white parasol.

The elegant parasol was adorned with silken drapes and small, pale yellow bows. The tips of its ribs were embellished with pearls.

Beneath the parasol, a figure stood with her back to Hylial. She was slightly taller, dressed in a pure white and gold gown. Over the voluminous crinoline, layers of light yellow floral embellishments adorned the skirt, swaying gently in the breeze, forming a graceful arc with her posture.

As if knowing Hylial had arrived, she gently twirled her parasol and turned around.

She had pale blue eyes, a few strands of golden hair fell by her face, and her dignified demeanor was unforgettable.

“You are the Little Lia that Marilyn and Hyde mentioned, right?”

“You look like such a kind child.”

She smiled and gently raised a finger. Numerous sunflower petals drifted into the sky with the breeze, filling the girl’s vision.

So bright, and so pure.

(End of this chapter)