Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Lebyon, Kaid Tower.

The renovated hall was pleasing to the eye, with a floor of clean blue-gray that resembled the winter feathers of birds, a light touch of pale blue amidst the gray, combining with the surrounding white fluff to create a gentle and comfortable sensation.

Above their heads was a hexagonal grid of glass making up the dome, through which they could see the pale blue sky outside.

Today, the hall was filled with quite a few people, who appeared somewhat scattered in the spacious area of the hall, but there must have been five or six hundred in attendance.

The girl's gaze swept over those present, silently estimating in her heart; she was supposed to leave with her companions today, but could not resist the invitations of the two powers, and so she sat here.

Indeed, her position was right at the center of the meeting hall, resembling the massive intersection of a fan shape, and on her left and right were the next tier of seats, each occupied by four group leaders.

"Although everyone has reconciled and received your instructions, we have been the intermediaries throughout the process, leaving some doubts and unease. Therefore, we very much hope that Your Highness can attend this meeting," they said.

After the reconciliation, once they understood the identity of Hexia Tilan and also because of the magnificent nightscape that evening, they were willing to follow behind this Color Level Songstress of the New Era, becoming her followers.

Albeit the decision seemed surprising, upon deeper thought, it made sense; they had reached a dead end, the declaration of bankruptcy after years of persistence dealt them a heavy blow, leaving them barely able to see a future direction, and they were perplexed about how to move forward. The appearance of this New Era Songstress was like a lighthouse piercing through the fog.

With the situation as it was, what was there to hesitate about? Whether it was out of respect for the original vision or for their own survival, following behind the Songstress who was destined to control the Federation in the future seemed like an excellent choice.

Once the leaders on both sides understood the girl's identity, they quickly reached a consensus; but, due to the need for secrecy regarding the girl's identity, they were at a loss on how to explain to the many mid- and lower-level members. They couldn't just claim that their boss had become an unthinking stargazing fan because the girl was beautiful and powerful.

"So, I need to show my Songstress identity, but only need to display Starshine Level ability, right?" the girl mused, then she agreed to their request.

"That's right, Your Highness. Just a slight demonstration of your charm, and everyone will understand our decision," Brod had responded at the time.

Thus, today's meeting came to be.

Actually, at that moment, Tilan didn't even know what to say; she was not the kind who was articulate or good at stirring others. However, fortunately, today she only needed to showcase her Talent Ability and then offer a few words of encouragement.

As everyone gradually arrived, the meeting began. The host started to explain the situation of Lebyon, review its history, look towards the future, and then spoke of the plans and arrangements for what lay ahead.

"We will progressively move out of the abandoned Northern Second District and relocate to the new city. Though still under construction, it is precisely where we are needed. We will become part of it, members who contribute to its creation, not just outsiders, supplicants, or the forsaken."

"Such a decision requires great courage because we must give up everything we have in Lebyon. But if we can't let go of the past, we can't move forward. It's time to make up our minds."

The crowd listened in silence to the host's speech, the content of which they were roughly aware before coming, but many still wondered why the leadership had suddenly changed their stance, why the girl from that night's sky was now sitting on the conference chairman's stage, in a position that was not just for show but indeed that of the absolute protagonist.

No one knew exactly when, but the microphone in front of the girl was switched on, and the venue grew quiet, pairs of eyes watching her, their gaze converging with anticipation, curiosity, surprise, admiration, and more.

Gently closing her eyes to feel the emotions within those gazes, the black-haired girl then stood up, her locks slowly floating in the indoor space. With one hand on her chest and the other slightly open, she bowed in a courteous gesture. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

"612 years, this is the time it has taken Jade Skirt to start its transformation to what it is now," she lifted her head, her clear, pale blue eyes opening.

"Following the will of Isenisha of the Golden Flame Flower, the Elves have been colonizing desolate planets, spending most of their lives in these remote corners of the world," as her tone fell, the glass walls of the hall dimmed down, and even the transparent glass dome slowly turned into a night sky filled with stars.

"The cruel wars of the Fifth Epoch caused countless people to lose their homes. The once eternal paradises were shattered, and most remaining planets suffered from harsh environments, radiation, mutations, viruses—various threats accompanied the people."

"It is because of a longing for beauty that Isenisha hoped for a brand new world blooming with flowers, where people could walk out from the sorrow of the past."

"She conveyed this prayer to the people, and this was the starting point for the birth of the Rose Federation."

"I do not want to say that I completely understand the sadness you all have experienced over the years, but I want to tell everyone that the world—or life—is not always so indifferent and cruel. It might sound naive to say this, but I do not think indifference and cruelty are the keys to everything."

"People are like this. When they encounter failure, they feel regret, regretting their past weakness and unnecessary kindness, as if becoming indifferent would allow them to survive in this cruel world."

"Indifferent people are not troubled by emotions, possessing a strength that is hard for ordinary people to reach, but this strength is lonely and helpless, requiring constant support, so it is also filled with anxiety and unrest. Once they lose power and status, they lose everything."

"But then, power, or say status, always presents a pyramid model, meaning that only a few can stay at the top, while most people spend their lives chasing and remaining in the middle or lower tiers."

"Does this mean that the majority are only suited to live in anxiety and unrest, or that one must become an indifferent machine to be considered 'successful' and receive praise and respect? I do not think it should be like this."

"The world, the objective and physical world, does not have the 'cruel,' 'beautiful,' 'lovely' and other such words that people describe it with. It merely exists there, but because of people's own thoughts, they add different filters of color to it."

"So, there's no need always to fantasize that you are persecuting yourself, thinking this is a very 'cruel' world. It is just an unconscious world, and if we can avoid its sharp edges, we can discover other gentle parts. It does not target us, so there is no need to be always anxious and uneasy."

"Life is the same. It has many possibilities; perhaps the past was always gloomy and dull, always disappointing and disheartening, but that does not mean it will always be like that."

"Perhaps it is only because we are too fixated on one corner and overlook other possibilities. Whether it's the world or life itself, there is no such thing as 'cruel'—it just quietly exists there, and we have different perspectives."

"The life I hope for should be filled with many possibilities and without any restraints. We do not have shackles on our hands, and the right to choose is always in our hands."

"I hate it when people impose shackles on themselves and then complain bitterly. I despise those who glorify pain as greatness, I detest those who make others suffer because of their own experiences."

"I hope to not be confused by appearances, to not be led astray by the sweet words of others, to view the world clearly and quietly and shape it into the form I wish."

"I think this is the path we should take."

"It is time to start a new chapter in life. We still have a wider world, countless choices to make, and a future to make up for regrets."

After finishing her speech, the black-haired girl bowed again, and then both the dome and the surrounding glass of the hall became transparent once more, the blue sky and sunshine pouring in.

Her blue and clear eyes, like a gentle and quiet lake, her flawless face, and the slight swaying of her hair beside her ears—all spoke of what was in her heart. This emotion and prayer, so real, shook people and brought them to tears.