So I Became a Witch and Started Doing Daily Quests

Chapter 137: The Power of Charisma

"La la—"

There were numerous operatic segments in Song of the Ocean, and in the early part of the play involving Olivia, they almost always began with a vocalized chant.

Because she had once auditioned for the Nightingale Opera Troupe, Janna was extremely familiar with the melody of Song of the Ocean, second only to Bloodshadow Rose.

She had listened attentively to past performances and, just as she had suspected, the vocal style intentionally imitated the “Siren” singing of the real world.

Although the chant segments were ethereal and beautifully handled, they still couldn’t escape a "human touch," lacking the authentic feel of a "Siren."

"La la la——"

With the activation of the [Voice of the Heavens] talent, Janna infused Olivia's entire vocal melody with not only an ethereal and captivating tone but also an enchantingly disorienting allure that drew listeners in.

At that moment, it felt as though the sound of ocean waves echoed in everyone’s ears. Under the bright moonlight and the shimmering sea, atop a lonely reef, a black-haired Siren sang a mournful tune, echoing her lament back to the sea.

"Deep are the waves, heavy is the night~~ Have the fallen stars already returned to the embrace of the dusk—"

"Dreams float gently, the voice hums softly—Can the clansfolk adrift in the deep sea hear Olivia’s call—"

The enchanting vocals were laced with whispers of pain and helplessness.

Hunted by fishermen, Olivia, princess of the sea, could only helplessly slap her fish tail against the stranded waves, lamenting her plight and despair to the vast night sky.

"What kind of singing is that? Is this a new style requested by the director?"

With a flicker in her gaze, Hill, who also knew the script by heart, couldn’t help but ask Freya beside her after hearing Janna begin.

When the person next to her didn’t respond, Hill slightly turned her head and saw Freya looking utterly dazed, as if possessed.

"Freya?"

Feeling a touch on her side, Freya snapped out of the song’s trance and looked at Hill with slight irritation.

"What?"

Seeing Freya like this, Hill suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She didn’t bother to reply and simply turned her head away.

"Ridiculous."

Being interrupted and then ignored, Freya couldn’t help but grumble under her breath.

She quickly turned her full attention back to Janna in the distance, now completely watching as a member of the audience, appreciating Janna’s vocals.

"So this is—the Olivia she wishes to portray—"

Sorrowful, despairing, beautiful, enchanting——

Only such an irresistibly enchanting Olivia could have captivated even Watson, a man who had always been indifferent to women,

leaving him utterly mesmerized at first sight.

Later, disregarding his trusted advisor’s warnings, he resolutely released Olivia back into the sea, saving her life.

"Excellent!"

As Janna’s singing abruptly ended, the entire rehearsal hall fell into a brief three-second silence.

Only after David Berg shouted his praise did everyone’s focus return to the script reading.

"Absolutely amazing! Janna, your every performance always brings me new inspiration!"

Clutching his script tightly, as if a thin veil had suddenly been pierced, a new image of Olivia slowly began to take shape in David Berg’s mind.

"She’s not just a beautiful woman—she’s a Siren who can bewitch all who see her——"

"Her singing shouldn’t be merely hollow chants; it must be seductive! It must enchant! Otherwise, how could she be called a Siren?"

Suddenly inspired, David Berg had already risen from his seat, pacing back and forth in the rehearsal hall.

At times furrowing his brows, at others ranting loudly.

He looked like a deranged madman suffering from a mental disorder—so wild that one might want to cast a calming type of mental control witchcraft on him to help him settle down.

"Sorry, I’ve got something to do. Today’s script reading ends here—everyone can head home."

After saying that, David Berg grabbed his script and quickly exited the rehearsal hall. Seeing this, everyone inside looked at each other, baffled.

"Janna, did you secretly cast enchantment witchcraft on Director David? Why did he suddenly go crazy?"

Once it was confirmed that David Berg had really left, Liji Silks, sitting beside Janna, couldn’t help but purse her lips and whisper mockingly into Janna’s ear.

"He’s a genuine Third Tier Wizard Apprentice—I don’t have that kind of power. And why do you always assume I’m casting enchantment witchcraft? Do I look like an Abyssal Succubus to you?"

"You’re getting there."

Hearing Liji Silks' offhand remark, the corner of Janna’s mouth twitched slightly. Then, as if a thought suddenly struck her, she silently summoned her Character Panel.

"[Charisma] is still at 9.9...—still hasn’t broken through the extraordinary threshold—"

Yet, Janna couldn’t shake the feeling that people around her were treating her far more warmly than before.

And it wasn’t just the kind of warmth that came with familiarity or her rising status in the troupe.

It felt more like infatuation—or at least the beginning of it.

"Could this be a sign that [Charisma] is about to break through to the extraordinary?"

In the field of occultism, many things defied clear explanation, but there was always a logic behind them unique to the mystical realm.

There is no love without reason, nor hatred without cause.

One could say that within the academy, the affection of fellow apprentices toward Janna might largely be attributed to her exceptional appearance.

Of course, her careful maintenance of interpersonal relationships also played a part.

However, within the Nightingale Opera Troupe—especially among those who had long grown accustomed to beauty and weren’t particularly familiar with Janna—it was odd for such people to show signs of being captivated just from hearing her sing a few songs.

That was abnormal.

"Then again, maybe not."

After some thought, Janna realized she had overlooked the impact of the [Voice of the Heavens] talent.

With charisma approaching the extraordinary threshold, combined with the already extraordinary effects of [Voice of the Heavens], the combined power was practically equivalent to casting an enchantment-type witchcraft spell.

"If [Charisma] really does break through to the extraordinary level, even the rooks on the roadside might start fighting each other to deliver my letters—"

And that wasn’t a joke.

If it truly reached that level, beauty would no longer be merely something to admire—it would become a deadly poison, capable of taking lives——