Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

They grieved for the elder who had passed away, while at the same time they watched the young girl in the flames with awe. If what the old man said in his last words was true, then the girl before them was the one who could change the current state of the entire Federal Center, destined to impact the grand pattern of the federation.

Brod took a look at the people around him, took a deep breath, and stepped forward slowly, walking towards the dark-haired figure that had been standing in the light for a long time.

"Your Highness, may I ask what we should do now?"

"Your Highness, why do you call me that?" Tilan woke from her memories and asked in slight surprise.

"This... All the Color Level Songstresses throughout the generations have been addressed like this..." He was somewhat nervous, fearing she might dislike his words and actions.

"Uh... Please don't call me that for now, it's not appropriate at the moment." The young girl shook her head. Although she was gradually becoming aware of her identity and Talent, she still felt too immature.

"Then, how should I address you? It's not proper to call you by name directly," he protested.

"Just call me Tilan."

"Alright, Miss Tilan," Brod let out a slight sigh of relief.

"I am not yet ready to step into the spotlight at the Federal Center, so please keep my identity secret for now."

"Understood, understood," he replied suddenly standing at attention, his voice firm.

Although the other lower-level staff present were not clear about the specific identity of the young girl, after what had just happened, they too felt a reverence and, seeing the behavior of their leader, roughly understood that they should not oppose her thereafter. The tension in their hearts eased a bit as well.

"First, send someone to clean up the battlefield, settle the remaining residents, and, additionally, send someone to inform Black Hammer that I have quite a few things I want to say to them," the young girl commanded, jumping down from the rubble next to her.

"Yes!"

In the hour that followed, activities within Lebyon started up once again. The two sides who had been fighting suddenly ceased their hostilities and began to work together to save the residents who had been injured due to the battle. At the same time, a long convoy also set out from the headquarters of Black Hammer Heavy Industries, driving toward the city center.
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Passing through streets guarded by deep-red Mechas, the convoy stopped in front of a dilapidated building, a majestic construction shaped like a giant Ω, which was once the location of the official institutions of Lebyon.

Entering the building, they ascended the stairs, and at last, the group arrived at the top of the rooftop, where they saw the figure who had recently appeared under the full moon.

"May I ask who you are?" asked the people from Black Hammer Heavy Industries, somewhat guessing, yet uncertain facing the black-haired girl.

Seeing this, the young girl pondered for a moment, then nodded to Brod, who was standing beside her. He then bent forward in a bow and came before these people in black, whispering in their ears.

Hearing the voice close to his ear, the group initially reacted with surprised pupils, then disbelief, and finally stood, disconcerted and uneasy, at the lower end.

"Let's leave today's matters at this," her voice rose directly in everyone's heart, as if she were speaking directly to each person's soul, such a Legendary Ability firmed up those who still harbored doubts and disbelief.

"Yes, we will carefully follow your will."

Watching the changing expressions of the people below, Tilan shook her head slightly, reflecting on the profound respect the Color Level Songstress garnered within the federation, not only because Isenisha had founded the federation but also because Emuralin, from her debut at age 20 to age 26, had in merely six years triggered a revolution that swept through the federation. Although her radical methods led to the federation's split, in such adversity, she still forged her faction into a unified steel, forcefully leveling those opposing parties, and ultimately achieving her wishes, accomplishing a significant rejuvenation of the federation in her time.

The events slowly drew to a close, the flames of the night gradually extinguished, people leaned on each other seated around the campfire, tallying the numbers, rejoicing in the survivors, and then speaking of things they had wanted to do but never had the courage to try.

A lithe figure leaped down from the tall building, and then the shadow moved through the streets and alleys, checking on various situations. Once everything seemed to be developing as she hoped, she finally felt relieved enough to return to her starting point.

Valke and Phyllis gathered around a lit barrel, where some discarded items were burning. The two were also chatting.

"I never expected Tilan to have such an identity," Phyllis commented, poking at a burning cardboard box with an iron rod.

"She probably didn't want others to know, after all, such an identity is too shocking for the world to accept," Valke understood as well.

"Yeah, I think I would do the same, revealing it would make life a lot harder. The current federation is like a leaking boat, lots of issues are slowly emerging. Even I have heard quite a few," Phyllis admitted.

"So, what do we do when she comes back? Congratulate her? Show her respect? Or what?" Phyllis continued, pondering their response upon her return.

"That will just make her feel awkward, let's just silently support her and pretend we don't know," Valke suggested, based on his own experiences. Not everything has to be dissected clearly, as it would only cause upset.

"Haha, that's true. Thinking of how shy and embarrassed President Ting would usually be, she's really cute, no wonder Yalian always likes to tease her."

"Oh, so you knew he was teasing me all this time," just as Phyllis recalled something cheerfully, that familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.