Creak, creak.
It was the sound of the Pumpkin Carriage slowly driving away.
Zheng Qing adjusted the soft brim of his pointed wizard hat and covertly swept his gaze around. As expected, he found nothing but furtive looks. Yet beyond those half-hidden stares, a strange, malicious air had begun to spread, making the young publicly funded student want to turn and run at once.
But when he looked back, Qingqiu Mansion's Pumpkin Carriage had already vanished without a trace. In the direction it had left, there was nothing but dense darkness.
His crisp formalwear felt like sheets of iron, heavy and cold as it hung from his body, as though he had been shackled inside and out. Fortunately, the undulating brim of his soft wizard hat not only filtered out many prying gazes, but also concealed his own eyes, sparing him from meeting anyone else's gaze.
Look on the bright side. You bought accident insurance, and you've already blown up once... things can't get any worse. The young publicly funded student thought sadly yet stubbornly.
For a moment, he bitterly regretted being so concerned about the Transfiguration Aftereffects in his daily life. Now, while everyone cast furtive glances at him and whispered among themselves, he could not hear what they were discussing.
The boy forced himself to focus on the witches' beautiful gowns and the music flowing through the night.
It was easy to see that every witch wore the confidence of a princess on her face, reserved yet proud. Their long skirts rippled like flowing water under the effects of magic, and even without servants to assist them, there was no danger of the hems dragging across the ground.
"Are you planning to stand here forever and serve as everyone's gossip?"
A familiar voice sounded beside his ear.
Zheng