Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Gently lifting the black-haired girl who was sleeping in the sea of flowers, Isenisha softly caressed her cheek. Subsequently, the original blood-red hollow in Tilan's chest also healed slowly, restoring to its former state.

"This child really worked hard."

Isenisha sighed softly, then her gaze lifted. Those pale gold eyes were illusory, but seemed to pierce through everything about Ran Bei'er in an instant, be it her thoughts, mind, past, or her own strength and skills, and so on.

Wide and thin sleeves, light as gossamer, lifted slowly, and the rose petals among the flowers took flight, swirling up into the sky in the wind before engulfing Ran Bei'er.

The blood-red lance appeared once more, but before Ran Bei'er could fully condense it, it shattered upon being hit by the golden petals. These petals, falling on her, ignited golden flames that twisted and annihilated everything about her, even her nearly immortal lineage began to fear.

Darting through the sea of flowers and the air, Ran Bei'er dodged the pursuit of these petals. After several seconds, when she finally got rid of the golden flame petals, she realized the golden-haired elf songstress had disappeared without notice.

The black-haired girl, with closed eyes, stood in the middle of the sea of flowers, her Dailan dress and sleeves fluttering slightly as her pale fingers trembled. Then her eyes slowly opened, and a rose petal mark emerged on her forehead.

She gently pressed one hand to her chest, lifting the other slightly. Her figure twirled gently in the wind, as a clear and beautiful song echoed, just like a stream in summer, refreshing the minds of those who heard it.

The previously golden sea of flowers slowly lost its color, but soon was tinged with new hues.

The sky, previously like daytime, had now turned to night. A huge moon shone behind the girl, exceptionally bright and clear, to the point where one could make out the lunar craters and mottled terrain.

Under the moonlit night sky, the black leaves of grass shook slightly, and amidst the rustling of the wind, one bud after another slowly opened. Specks of light spilt from the stamens, like fireflies dancing in the night, while blossoms of dark blue flowers also bloomed in the pitch-black night.

Gazing across the black and dark blue sea of flowers at the girl, Ran Bei'er wanted to say something in her defense, but all she saw was the girl lightly lifting her fingertip toward her location.

And so, the dark blue petals slowly drifted down in the night, while Ran Bei'er felt her movements becoming slower and slower. Her body, once able to easily surpass the speed of sound, now felt like a rusted machine, increasingly sluggish, until at last, it was forever frozen in place, her thoughts stilled.

After a long time, all illusions dissipated, and the surroundings once again revealed the room in the ancient castle. Tilan was also leaning against the wall, sensing the special changes within her.

This was the second time, she thought to herself.

The first time, she didn't understand the reason behind it and thought it was just an accidental glimpse into the illusions and dreams of time during the awakening of her Talent. But today was the second occurrence, and she truly comprehended its significance.

Even though Isenisha had long passed away, as the first songstress who founded the federation, the countless wishes and yearnings she had accumulated had turned into a sort of miracle. Even though separated by hundreds or thousands of years, her will and spirit still influenced the present world, like the afterglow of an extinguished sun.

This power, although very weak and scattered throughout the Milky Way, was also fading, but as long as the federation did not perish or vanish, it would continue to be inherited, until the next Color Level Songstress heard this voice and awakened it once again.

In the Sixth Era, after losing the three great crowns, the very first Songstress still, with that faint singing voice, transformed into an intangible bond that subtly connected the various species of the Star Domain within the Federation, from the far south to the distant north.

Because of a common dream, because of that Songstress's residual light from the golden dream, countless strangers, even those thousands of light-years apart on different planets, believed that they belonged to the same nation, even the same people, nestled under the same name.

No longer were the times where reliance on enslavement could build a nation. Establishing some form of common understanding was even more difficult than constructing common benefits. In the early Sixth Era, countless geniuses and capable people had tried to build a large nation that spanned the Star Domains, but they all eventually failed. After suffering through the hardships of the Fifth Epoch, people no longer believed in the so-called rule; the remnants of past experiences left such pain that they'd rather coil up in their own corners than see too many of the same kind again.

[Sly and cruel kin can sometimes be even more terrifying than aliens.]

This statement reflected, to some extent, the pain of the Fifth Epoch, as civilization crumbled to dust. Lies and deceit drove everything away, twisting spirits, remolding species, degrading races, genetic enslavement—darkness played out over and over, as the human civilization within the Milky Way, without any rivals, gradually walked towards madness and self-destruction.

Therefore, it was Isenisha who rebuilt a stable and peaceful country from the ruins and pain at the beginning of the Sixth Era who gained so much respect and admiration. Even today, there were still silent followers within the Federation who maintained this large but gradually declining nation.

Shaking her head, Tilan brought herself back from those distant memories and emotions. She raised her head and looked around, noticing that Ran Bei'er was close by, but the latter still seemed to be motionless.

In a sense, stillness was the same as a halting of time. In the world of the mind, her abilities were greatly unleashed, allowing her to exhibit the powers of a Sequence 6 or Sequence 7, even without having reached those levels.

However, this was still limited to her innate talents and abilities, far from possessing the comprehensive strength of a true Sequence 6. It could only be done occasionally—for if she relied on this all the time and one day met with disaster, that would be troublesome.

This method of immersing oneself in the world, dyeing it with Color Level, and building one's own mental world had been taught to her by Isenisha not long ago. To say taught is more like she had witnessed once how Isenisha executed this ability, with every detail emerging in her mind, which is why she could grasp it so quickly.

After confirming her safety, Tilan thought for a moment, left the room, found her bedroom, rifled through her luggage, and opened the signal transmitter. Upon receiving the affirmative response, she relaxed a bit.

Not long after, squadrons of fighters took off from the South Fifth District, South Fourth District, South Third District, and South First District, carrying advanced Mecha and fully armed elites into the iron-gray aircraft. Then the engines fired up, and the thick flames blew the surrounding pebbles and dust away as they sped off into the distant night sky.

At 11 p.m., 76 'Pursuer' vehicles advanced rapidly through the forest, sweeping and searching every corner. Red points of light from unmanned drones in the sky monitored and sealed off everything within a 20-kilometer radius.

Afterwards, about twenty Sequence 6 Light Mech Armor units stormed the Ancient Castle. Circles of light contracted, and scanning floaters highlighted targets one by one. Soon after, the sounds of gunfire and Laser Blade battles erupted, swiftly knocking down and subduing any resisting servants and family members.

Ran Bei'er, who had previously been smug, now had to sit dumbfounded in the 'White House', seemingly unable to comprehend why, in just the blink of an eye, the whole world had changed. How could that girl of ordinary family background manage to gather so many elite regular troops in a matter of minutes? Even as a daughter of a high-ranking Federal Government official, that seemed far too powerful.

She had only wanted to find a new descendant for her family. She had woken up from a centuries-long sleep, not yet active for many years—would she have to fall into slumber again? No, being captured by the Federal Government this time wouldn't be as simple as falling into sleep.