Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Could you tell the story again of how Tilan defeated the two major powers?"

In a top-floor restaurant in Lebyon, a group of people gathered around the table, looking eagerly at Phyllis, while on the other side, the subject of the conversation, our lovely girl with black hair and black dress, was busy cutting her well-done steak with a knife and fork.

"Well..., at that time, Tilan was extremely brave, brandishing a sword to break into the Mecha encirclement. Amidst the dazzling array of bullets like stormy rain, she deftly slashed through the weak spot of a Mecha, causing it to collapse to the ground paralyzed. In the end, a special Mecha appeared..." Phyllis racked her brain as she vividly described the scene.

"But, I heard from the townspeople that at that time, there was a huge full moon in the sky, and it seemed like there was someone's silhouette in that moon." Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

"Ahem, is that so? They must have seen it wrong, because Black Hammer had also deployed a secret weapon at that time, which dealt a blow to the FenTie Mechas. But the casualties on both sides were so severe that they had to accept our truce proposal eventually," Phyllis tried his best to smooth things over.

"By the way, Valke was there at the time too, wasn't he?" He finally found a companion to help share the burden.

"Valke, is that what really happened as Phyllis described? It sounds incredible, quite different from what others have told," Ruby turned her head and asked the composed Valke.

"If one is not a party to the event, it is very common for people to see only one or two sides of it and easily misunderstand. This is not surprising," Valke said in his sonorous and steady voice, and when he said that, everyone finally believed it a bit more.

"Forget about that now, I'm actually quite keen to try out the Mechas from both sides. You know, these big things are not something you can get your hands on every day. It would be torture not to try your hand at them when they are right in front of you," Kinsenke rubbed his hands together, eager to try.

At home, the industry was related to Hover Cars, and he had a special love for large war machines. Unfortunately, Mechas were usually owned by the Military; even the police did not have them, and even a wealthy heir like Kinsenke had little access to them, only able to get a taste with those simple civilian-modified versions.

"Will they agree? Such things are controlled goods in the Federation, aren't they? If it weren't for the fact that this area is out of federal jurisdiction, taking them out would certainly be restricted and penalized," Yalian stroked his chin as he analyzed.

"Let Chairman Tilan propose, they'll surely agree," others started chanting then.

"Oh, right, Tilan can ask, there shouldn't be a big problem."

As they spoke, everyone's hopeful eyes turned to the quiet girl dining beside them. Although she was eating, she seemed to be pondering something. Realizing the conversation had paused, she finally responded.

"Why are you all looking at me? Alright, I'll help you ask afterwards."

"Yay!" the members of the club cheered, especially a few boys who were particularly excited.

Is driving a Mecha really that exciting? The girl tilted her head slightly, puzzled.

In the afternoon, the group arrived at the FenTie Energy headquarters.

Passing through the massive overhead crane, they stepped into the roaring industrial complex where they could see freight containers shuttling back and forth, and newly-made components leaving the area.

"It looks decent enough, at least it's not a mess," Kinsenke felt it was okay.

"Have you given them a heads-up yet?" Ximu asked curiously on the side.

"I've said as much." Phyllis nodded, then took out her personal terminal to contact the other party.

Before long, a crimson Mecha weaved through the high-rises, and then leaped down from above everyone's heads, its massive shadow nearly obscuring the sky.

The crimson Mecha crouched down on its diamond-shaped Armor and then slowly stopped in front of the group, allowing them to properly compare the details.

Compared to humans, the Mecha was extraordinarily tall, nearly six stories high. The large hydraulic transmission machinery in its legs pumped, allowing the whole body to move quickly through ruins and cities, giving off a well-trained vibe.

"The type of Mecha we currently possess is based on a military model from hundreds of years ago; Black Hammer and Burn Iron were the mainstream branches of Mecha back then." A member of the accompanying personnel explained, then went on to talk about the various classifications of Mecha and their development in that region, their processes, and so on.

While listening to him, the group took turns ascending into the large Mecha's internal cockpit, experiencing what it was like to operate this once most advanced weapon.

While her companions were engrossed and eager, Tilan was standing by in relative silence, only giving a slight nod in response when others asked her something.

"Tilan, have you ever considered piloting a Mecha?" Finally, after everyone had their turn at trying, Deloris asked her out of curiosity.

"Me?" She looked up at the giant Mecha in front of her and then shook her head.

"I'd better not. To actually pilot a Mecha is a vast field of knowledge, and I'm afraid I don't have that much time to dedicate to mastering it."

"Oh, is that what you think, Tilan? I thought you found it boring and weren't interested." Deloris pondered, watching the slightly green drivers on the square operate the huge Mechas, performing ordinary rescue operations.

Although the girl said she probably couldn't handle it, others believed that with her Talent, even if she piloted a Mecha, she would likely be a rare ace. It was just that she did not sit in the cockpit this time, and outsiders had no way of knowing her true level and Talent.

...

As time slowly passed, and everyone gradually settled down and became accustomed to life in Lebyon, the large vehicle they needed for their travel was finally completed.

"Miss Tilan, please inspect the vehicle." Brod and the technicians from Black Hammer Heavy Industries led the group to the testing site, where two completely identical black trucks stood, their hefty black steel shells gleaming, and the engines of the powerful, rugged, and dynamic trucks starting up.

"Such thick Armor could probably be used as a tank," the group remarked after inspecting the external facilities.

"For safety's sake, skimping isn't an option." They had been given a task, and how could they use substandard creations to muddle through, especially considering the young woman with black hair not far away, the future... Thinking of this, the people preparing the vehicles unconsciously raised their standards and felt an additional sense of pride.

"Please watch carefully." Brod then gestured, and about ten people moved to one side of the site. They held automatic rifles, aiming at the black steel trucks not far away, firing intensely. Bullets poured out like water, striking the trucks' black steel shells and only leaving white marks before having no further effect.

"Look at this." When bullets proved ineffective, Brod clapped his hands again, and those with rifles stepped back while several testers with rocket launchers stepped forward. Ten of them, crouched on the ground, then aimed at the two trucks in the center and ignited their rocket launchers.

Long trails of smoke streaked across the sky, slamming into the two trucks at the center of the venue. The impact merely flipped and overturned the vehicles, without harming the personnel inside.

"Is this truck really not considered an armored vehicle?" Witnessing such exaggerated protective power, the group was amazed. It's no wonder the trucks, built with the Mecha production lines, had a body strength and energy power that were probably not much different from a Mecha's.