Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 1151 - 162: Ancient Machinery in the Ruins

Bedroom, the time is already 11 PM, Blanchi is leaning sideways on the sofa taking a nap. She can't fully sleep yet, because there's a meeting soon.

Fifteen minutes later, a slight knock sounds at the door outside. Blanchi opens her eyes, supports herself to stand up, and walks outside the door.

"Good evening." The visitor is wearing a white hooded cloak, but Blanchi immediately recognizes her as 'Hope' La Gui'er.

"Is there something important?" Blanchi inquires as the other person seeks her at this time.

"Yes, I didn't intend to be so urgent, but the current situation seems not to wait for anyone." Hearing this, Blanchi steps aside and walks into the room with La Gui'er to talk.

After they sit down, the sword-wielding maids guarding their sides help set up the specially crafted 'Halo Candle', a prop to prevent conversations from being overheard and spied upon, which, when lit, forms a special halo.

"Didn't expect things to progress this fast." Seeing the maid leaving after setting up the candle, La Gui'er begins to speak.

"This also has your contribution."

"Well, it did play a certain role, but the upper echelons of the Western Star Domain are still quite resistant to us." La Gui'er smiles, not really caring.

Now in the newly established 'Rose Court', important transcendent factions from various star domains in the West are gathered, along with representatives of large enterprises and influential figures in various fields. Although there isn't an obvious faction division yet, overall, they don't quite like people from the cult.

"Probably feel that our joining has completely disrupted their previous plans and ideas." La Gui'er answers candidly.

"Everything has pros and cons." Blanchi shakes her head, not blaming La Gui'er.

"If independence is obtained through compromise, it will certainly leave many drawbacks, not to mention being cumbersome, the impurities that should have been cleared may be reintroduced."

"Didn't expect Blanchi to grow to this level so quickly." La Gui'er is slightly surprised, originally thinking it would take some time to explain and alleviate this songstress's inner grievances.

"Seems you don't fully understand the songstress either." Blanchi blinks her eyes lightly.

"There is an Eastern proverb that says 'If someone has seen many things and heard many stories, they will be wise and rational, not easily deceived.' Once a songstress formally applies her abilities and fully expands them, the information she can receive and her perspective on things will become more comprehensive every day." Blanchi slightly closes her eyes, now able to 'hear' and 'see' what is happening in the various places and corners of the Hemu Star Domain simultaneously. Although this ability is energy-consuming to use, it is also extremely powerful.

Wherever there are those white-robed song festivals, the scenes they see and the words they hear can be transmitted to Blanchi's eyes and ears, and she can transcend thousands of miles to command the white-robed song festivals there to convey her orders.

This is merely her ability as a Moon Level Songstress. If it were a Sunshine-level Songstress, Blanchi could imagine that such a songstress might be able to use the Sea of Aijieka to transcend star domains to communicate and issue commands. However, her body is still relatively weak, and if she were to reach the pinnacle as a Scorching Sun Level Songstress, she would likely need the strength of Sequence 8 to support such a powerful mental pressure and consumption.

"So that's how it is. It seems that not only you but even our cult lacks a lot of true descriptions about songstresses." La Gui'er is thoughtful.

"In that case, I can somewhat understand why the Federation hasn't birthed a Sunshine-level Songstress in nearly a century."

"Why?" Blanchi is curious.

"Because there are no 'nodes' to assist the songstress, it's those 'song festivals' we've helped cultivate."

"Without these as the songstress's assistants and eyes, her ability can only remain confined to her surroundings, unable to produce a chain reaction-like impact."

"Thinking about it, it seems that after Emuralin's departure, Sunshine-level Songstresses have become fewer and fewer, to the point of becoming extinct today. It's probably because the Federation's high echelons fear the influence such powerful songstresses bring, intentionally or unintentionally weakening and reducing certain key pieces of information to ensure their power's security, preventing the new generation of songstresses from accessing these to ensure security." La Gui'er speculates a certain truth.

"Is it truly like this? Aren't they afraid..." Blanchi thinks for a moment, unable to describe it with words for a while.

"They aren't fools, they certainly won't discard it entirely. Such key information will only be told to those songstresses who can be trusted when needed, like that 'Ying Tianxue' Ores."

"The more vested interests at stake, the more they desire stability. They definitely do not want to replay the civil war and chaos 400 years ago. Probably frightened by Emuralin, who, in such a huge disadvantageous situation, was able to turn the tide as a Color Level Songstress, this makes many feel a certain fear. What if someone like this, uncontrollable, emerges from some corner one day? Even if they are on the winning side, they'd fear the same happening to themselves."

"Didn't the previous generation of songstresses know about this? Were they deceived?" Blanchi is somewhat unable to understand.

"I don't know, but given the songstress's special talent ability, few can lie in front of them, meaning if she truly seeks out and explores, knowing the truth is not a difficult matter." La Gui'er analyzes.

"Yet the reality remains that no Sunshine-level songstress has been born." Blanchi speaks.