Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Two months after accompanying Orles to the Central Star Region, Tilan met Ewenqilin again.

"Tilan has grown up."

When the two met in the white courtyard, Ewenqilin said so. She was wearing a snow-white long gauze dress, and her soft figure was outlined by the long dress, like a marble sculpture handed down from generation to generation.

"Hello, teacher." Tilan still remembered the time when she and Blanche studied piano with Ewenqilin.

The two walked hand in hand in the green grass and talked about the changes over the years.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to see Blanche in the future." Ewenqilin sighed.

Since the Western Star Region and the Federal Central Region parted ways, as the core of the West, Blanche could not risk leaving there and coming to the Central Star Region, and the same was true for Ewenqilin.

Talking about the time when the three of them got along, Tilan also felt nostalgic. That period of college life might be the most relaxing and comfortable time for her. There were no various affairs and challenges to deal with in high school, nor did she have to run around after graduation. She only needed to sit under the shade of the tree and read books, and study and play with everyone.

"Tilan has become mature." Ewen Qilin commented on the black-haired girl.

Compared with the immaturity and tranquility when she just entered college, although Tilan's appearance has not changed much, her temperament is obviously much calmer, with a kind of unfathomable mystery, and she has also shed her past restraints, with a unique cold temperament.

The two stepped on the snow-white stone slabs between the green grass and came to a guardrail chair in a pavilion to sit for a while.

"Are you worried about Orlesi when you came back this time?" Ewen Qilin also knew the news that Orlesi was alive.

"Yes, she can't remember many things, and she is a little shy." Tilan thought of Orlesi, who had recently become familiar with the Shitide family, and felt relieved.

"It's good to be alive. You two have worked hard. You must have encountered many difficulties living in such a remote place." Ewen Qilin looked at Tilan lovingly and wanted to touch her head, but she held back. After all, her status is different now.

For Ewen Qilin, whether it is Tilan or Orles, in her heart, she is like a child, because they are much younger than herself.

"It's okay. Although I have encountered some tests, overall, I have gained a lot in the past few years." Tilan shook her head slightly.

"Is that so?" Seeing Tilan so confident, Ewen Qilin gradually believed it.

"Then let's not talk about this."

After talking about the past, the two paused for a while, and soon after Ewen Qilin spoke.

"What does Tilan think? Where are you going to lead the people in the southern star region?"

Ewen Qilin actually didn't quite understand Tilan's approach. In her opinion, if Tilan was willing to stay in the central star region, she could give up her position to her now, so why go to the southern star region and cause conflicts.

"Me?" Tilan pondered slightly.

"I think we need to make some reforms. If I stay in the central star field, the resistance will be too great and it will be difficult for me to complete it, so I can only return to the southern star field first." It is unnecessary to lie to the singers, so Tilan told her true thoughts.

"If the resistance is great, Idria and I should be able to help you a little." Ewen Qilin and Idria are very optimistic about Tilan, especially after Orles's accident, they think that it is most appropriate to let Tilan take over that position.

Other singers are either not strong enough or have unsuitable identities, and they all have many problems.

"This..." Tilan hesitated whether to directly state the ultimate goal, which is to completely change the system of the Federation and the shackles of human gene editing.

"Is it hard to say?" Ewen Qilin noticed Tilan's hesitation.

"Then don't say it." Ewen Qilin comforted her, and this considerate behavior made Tilan feel a little ashamed.

"Because there are many things involved, I'm afraid I can't explain it to the senior now." Tilan explained.

Then the two changed the topic and talked about the recently rising "Green Jasmine" Xiang Keer.

"I have met that child several times." Ewen Qilin recalled.

"Her thinking is very novel, although it seems rebellious to some older people." It must be a bit rebellious to be evaluated so gently by Ewen Qilin.

"Senior, do you not agree with the form of 'connector'?" She guessed that the other party should have understood this technology and method.

"I personally don't adapt to it." The other party stood up and slowly looked at the white sea of ​​flowers in the distance.

"I am still more accustomed to being alone, even if some things are difficult to do." Ewen Qilin talked about her personality.

"I see." Tilan felt that she was similar to the other party in this respect, but not so serious.

"What is the senior going to deal with?" She looked up and asked.

"Let it develop naturally." Ewen Qilin's fingers gently gathered the hair in front of her body, and the golden silk thread was entangled between her fingers.

"If it reaches the point where it affects the basic order and public security, I will intervene." She said this and made a lot of determination. After all, with her personality, if it is not unforgivable, it should be within the scope of forgiveness and education.

Tilan nodded slightly and said nothing more. After all, she was not operating in the central star region now, and as a kind of "parent" singer, Ewen Qilin, other singers active in the central star region only needed to listen to her mediation and arrangements.

Then the two talked for a while, ending the more formal topics, and then talked about some trivial things in life until the evening.

"Then it's settled. Next time, Tilan remember to bring Orlesi with you." Ewen Qilin stood there and waved goodbye to Tilan.

"I will. Goodbye, senior." Tilan also waved her hand and turned away.

...

The silver-white shuttle flew slowly over the top of the clouds, and the wisps of air were dispersed by the wings, leaving a long and thin track in the sky.

In the hall inside the shuttle, members in white robes stood around the central ritual array. The backs of their white robes had black suns, which emitted flames like wings, with a sense of despair and sacrifice.

At this moment, two figures were vaguely displayed in the array. Anyone who was slightly familiar with them could quickly distinguish them from the above. These were the two top singers in the Federation.

What Tilan and Ewen Qilin didn't know was that her conversation with Ewen Qilin had been known to outsiders, and the special thing about this method was that even the Inquisition and the Federation officials didn't know.

"Two stars cannot meet. The intersection of the dark star and the pure white star will inevitably bring unpredictable crises." A blindfolded woman kneeling in front of the ritual array whispered.

"The head of the wing means that Heshia Tilan can no longer stay in the central star field." A senior member standing next to him ordered.

"We know." Then a small aircraft left the shuttle and delivered the message to an unknown distance.

Half a month later, the production base of the 'Emerald Dragon' in the southern star field received multiple unexpected news, including human sabotage, espionage, sudden disappearance of personnel, etc. In addition, some star fields also raised rumors that the production base established by the local 'Emerald Dragon' destroyed the local environment, and employees bullied local people, etc.

In the central star field, a large-scale protest broke out, accusing the 'Emerald Dragon' organization of violating the constitution, and the singer Heshia Tilan had a great suspicion of splitting the federation. They demanded that the Golden Flame Flower Grand Cathedral deprive her of her singer status, and also let the Tribunal strictly investigate Heshia Tilan's whereabouts on the lost planet. The other party may be involved in the new race that shelters the survivors of the fifth season, intending to become the 'dark sun' that rules mankind.

All kinds of news and intelligence forced Heshia to deal with them distractedly, and she decided to return to the southern star region to stabilize the situation in a month.

…

In the room of the underwater mansion, the two sat opposite each other, with the employee meal that had just been served in front of them, still steaming.

“Your daughter has gone back. You have been able to bear not to look at her for such a long time, which is also very heartless.” Prince stirred the lunch box in front of him with a spoon.

“I can’t go to see her. You don’t know how strong the singer’s intuition is. If I go, she will definitely be able to sense it, and it will be embarrassing at that time.” The man opposite ate his meal mouthful by mouthful, and then drank the iced wine.

“Yes, it’s embarrassing. If she finds out that you have the intention to kill her, you don’t know what to say, right?” Prince knows the other person’s character very well.

“I promised Yongrong to take good care of Tilan.” The man just sighed and said this.

"If Tilan was an ordinary girl, I should be able to fulfill this rule very well."

"Unfortunately, she is not. Like Themisia, she will jump out of that small underground city one day and appear in front of everyone."

"Even if I want to hide her, no matter her appearance or talent, she can't be mediocre, and if I stay, it will bring many problems."

"My existence is the biggest flaw. As a singer, the people around her will definitely be focused on. Once I am exposed, Tilan's identity will be quickly guessed, and the members of the organization will find her."

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"But now, the people in the organization have also noticed her and began to suspect that she is the person in the prophecy." Prince ate his meal and occasionally drank some red wine.

"I have been following your comeback for more than a year, and now I know some of the situation."

"According to my observation, the purpose of this organization should not be to rule the world. Their existence is to make the world move forward step by step in the direction of that prophecy." Prince put down the spoon.

"If there is an accident in the middle, they will try their best to turn the deviated trajectory back to the original trajectory."

"Yes." The man put down his chopsticks.

"In the prophecy, Tilan is the final despair, and the darkness she blooms will devour the entire human civilization."

"Isn't this what you have always expected in the past, to destroy this rotten world." Prince said with a sneer.

"But I have changed." The man took a deep breath.

"Haha, this is the weakness of having a wife and children." Prince felt funny and put down the spoon after eating lunch.

"Fate... This word is really magical and ironic, making a fierce and decisive person so hesitant and regretful."

"Tell me the truth, during the time you spent with your family, did you often feel ashamed and blame yourself because you concealed too many things." Prince saw the origin of the man's fragility.

"If you had told Gu Yongrong earlier that you had two daughters, many things could have been avoided. You have been regretting it."

"But you definitely wouldn't have told her at that time, because if you had told her, it would mean that this marriage was a complete scam. You just needed Gu Yongrong to give birth to that special life for you. One wrong step, then another. You couldn't change it later. In the end, you could only choose to escape, rely on the purpose of finding the truth to numb yourself, and leave Tilan alone at home." Prince's words pierced through the other party's disguise like a sharp knife.

"So now, you have no face and dare not go to see Tilan, because you are a failed father and a man who betrayed his wife." His words made the man opposite tremble his wrist, but he finally put it down.

A cigarette was lit in this small room, slowly emitting lingering smoke.

"You are right, I am a failure and have done many irreversible things." He rested his elbows on his knees and lowered his head to the ground.

"Hehe." Prince laughed for no reason, then walked over with a cold look and lifted the man up directly.

"Hehe, hahahahahahahaha!" The wanton laughter was flamboyant and crazy, and it was particularly harsh in this small room.

"Stupid! Coward! You want me to work for you!" His eyes and face approached, almost roaring in the other's ear.

"It's ridiculous. Do you think what you are doing now is redemption? Is it for saving all mankind? Don't make them stupid!"

"No one wants you to do this. You are the only one who is moved by yourself. In the end, you are still escaping! I think your daughter is much stronger than you. At least she is much more mature and decisive now."

"If you still have some conscience now, you should find a shoelace to hang yourself in the toilet, end this ridiculous life, and let everyone's impression of you stay in the past!" Prince continued to speak mercilessly, hitting the other party's will that was on the verge of breaking.

"Don't worry, I will collect your body and flush your ashes into the sewer. Then tell Tilan that her father died in a great adventure, leaving a reassuring impression on the child and resolving the other party's regrets."

"How about it? Is this a good idea?" He threw the man in his hand down.

"If you think it's good, then crawl into the toilet now and don't bother others." He sat back on the sofa and looked coldly at the decadent figure lying on the ground.

The room was quiet for a long time.

The man on the ground slowly stood up. He watched the footsteps outside the door slowly move forward. When he held the door handle, the coldness of the metal stopped him.

There was another long silence.

"I can't die yet." He said this and let go of his hand.

"I want to find out all the truth and see it to the end." The expression on his face changed from decadence to gloom, and then from gloom to clarity.

"Morality is not an antidote. Someone must be responsible for things. If it is my fault, let me make up for it."

"Can you make up for it?" Prince's cold voice still came from not far away.

"Whether I can make up for it or not is not your turn to judge." The man turned around, his fingers turned like a phantom, and a brown and silver pistol appeared, the muzzle directly aimed at Prince sitting on the sofa, and the bright red aiming light appeared between his eyebrows.

Two seconds later, the man smiled, his finger slipped out of the trigger, and the pistol also flew towards Prince in a parabola and was caught by the other party.

"Take it. If you think I'm useless someday, use this to kill me. Stop talking nonsense."

"Heh, you're trying to look cool again. I thought you used this trick to fool girls." Prince took the gun and put it in his belt.

"At least you have some ambition." He stood up, patted the other party, then opened the door and walked out.

"It's time to go to work, our 'head chef' Mr. Adam Amy."

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