Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Mr. Ankela, how many songstresses have you said that to?" Tilan asked, tilting her head.

"Only to you, but Prin is aware of the general situation; she was the one who recommended you to us."

"Why trust me so much? I don't seem to have that much influence right now."

"That's just for now. In fact, we have done extremely thorough investigations. Please trust the intelligence system of the top conglomerate in the Central Star Domain. Although it doesn't compare to the Court of Judgment, within the Federation, there are few secrets we don't know."

"Ah... Indeed, this is the nature of businessmen." Tilan shook her head, realizing these guys were prepared to make 'rare goods occupy the market' and bet in advance.

The young lady's eyes briefly closed and reopened after a few seconds.

"I don't know exactly what you want, but you should be aware, shouldn't you? If the change isn't thorough, the result will only be a superficial fix, quickly reverting to the original state."

"I can't guarantee that your name will be among the top ten conglomerates of the Federation in the future."

"If Miss Tilan's distrust of us stems from this, I think there's no need for concern." The other party raised their wine glass.

"You must have read quite a bit of history and know the chaotic scenes at the end of those dynasties, right? Why do you think the powerful families in those places bet everything and join a faction all of a sudden?"

"Because at this time, they have no other choice; staying in place would be worse, ultimately swallowed up by whichever warlord passing through."

"The more wealth one possesses, the more they are coveted in chaotic times, fraught with peril. Moreover, in modern times, wealth is merely a line of data in the banking system. When countries change, a slight policy change by the successors could erase such data completely."

"Wealth only exists in a well-ordered environment, and without order, all wealth disappears. Our conglomerate has assets worth trillions in the Western Star Region, but with the establishment of new countries, the network and pathways could be blocked, leaving nothing. Even if the Federation recovers the Western Star Region in the future, those assets may not belong to us anymore."

"You see, these things that others envy are actually so fragile. They're very useful in peaceful times, allowing one to wield great power, but in war times, just one soldier pointing a gun at your head would make you willingly give everything up," the other party said with self-deprecating words.

"If it were Earth in the past, people could flee to various safe countries, but in this vast Interstellar Era, we have nowhere to escape. Those faster-than-light battleships can easily catch all failures."

"So we only hope to get the ticket to the next era from you. As for whether prosperity can continue, that depends on the fate of future generations," he said, citing an ancient word from The East.

Has the situation become so dire? Tilan slowly sipped the light red fruit wine, pondering in her heart.

If there was any slight turnaround and hope, these big conglomerates wouldn't be so humble as to bow their heads in prayer. It can only be said that the current Federation is increasingly heading towards losing control, and as the clearest-viewed participants, they've already sensed the coldness and the imminent danger.

They likely haven't only approached me; they must have also taken other methods to conceal and transfer assets. But that's normal—no one would put all their eggs in one basket.

After pondering, Tilan finished the remaining fruit wine in the glass and then gently placed the empty glass on the glass table.

"Be ready for redemption; this is a painful yet necessary path," she said, stood up, waved goodbye to Prin in the distance, and then turned and left the hall.

As the songstress girl departed, the waiting Star Cluster Group members followed her out, after which the music in the banquet hall gradually stopped.

Ankela, who had been conversing with Tilan for a long time, stood up, looked toward Prin with slight hesitation and doubt, as if seeking answers.

"How foolish. What Tilan meant to say is that you should prepare for bleeding heavily; she won't go easy on you just because you surrendered early." Prin flipped her flaming red hair and blew a breath.

"Reflect on all the shady dealings you've done over the years; while you still have the money, repay people and placate those little individuals you bullied. That way, she might be more agreeable in the future," Prin advised the senior members of the conglomerate present.

"She may not seem difficult to deal with on the surface; she just hasn't had the chance to show her ruthless side. Or rather, if she wants the future Federation to be clean and fair, she must conduct a thorough purge like Emuralin," Prin continued, then spread her hands.

"Because of love, one becomes calmer and more rational—it's probably like that."

"But she's merely a second-tier songstress of the new generation, is she really that 'bold'? A senior conglomerate executive said with some resentment, thinking Tilan was too arrogant—without even reaching Moon Class, she dared to have such an attitude.

"Oh, that's how you think, huh? No wonder." Prin tilted her head and looked, then flames flickered in her eyes, causing the other party to sit paralyzed on the ground in fear.

"Do you believe it? Even though I haven't reached Moon Class, I can still pierce through your mental will with a glance. And if it's her, it would be even easier; I suppose even Ores' talent is not as strong as Tilan's."

"I am one of the few who saw this point in advance. If not for your care for me, I wouldn't have wanted to tell you all this."

"Since you asked me, you must respect the choice I offer. Otherwise, get out of here." She certainly didn't have as good a temperament as Tilan; she couldn't stand people flip-flopping in front of her.