Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"It's not that complicated." The old marshal shook his head.

"You've only seen matters on the battlefield, but war is often a continuation of politics."

"Overall, the longer it drags on, the more passive we become because whether it's logistics pressure, fleet replenishment, or the stability of our rear and industrial shipbuilding capacity, we're not as good as the other side."

"But our opponent has never been the entire Federation, just the part of people currently controlling the Council. Because of the destruction of the Fifth Fleet, their position has already been greatly shaken, opposition voices are surging from all sides, and various local Star Regions are beginning to take a wait-and-see approach. If we continue to drag it out at this time, the Central Council's prestige will be swept away, and they won't be far from stepping down."

"Therefore, they will surely urge the Sixth Fleet to engage in a decisive battle to quickly resolve the civil war and restore order."

"Only in an era of well-established order can these politicians play their tricks. If it is an era of great chaos, who will care whether those parasites in the Central Council live or die, they will no longer have the power to call the shots."

"Likewise, we actually have no choice. As mentioned earlier, if it drags on for too long, it will be difficult for us to maintain supplies. At the same time, the Federation switches to a wartime economy, the military-industrial beasts start running, and by that time, we will no longer have the capital to negotiate."

"At that time, we will not be facing these greedy politicians playing tricks, but the truly locked military-industrial beasts. These forces, in the past, have been suppressed due to the Federation's need for stability. How many of the military-supported senators can enter the highest seats, have basically been excluded. This is because during the civil war of those years, this force was too strong, and as soon as the civil war ended, Emuralin ordered the dismantling of all large-scale military-industrial enterprises, dispersing the clustered military-industrial enterprises to various Star Domains. Only then was the overly strong military group dissolved."

"Given this, we all have no choice, and this decisive battle is unavoidable."

"All ships set sail, target, Anlin Star Domain."

"Yes!"

In the deepest and safest room inside the Titan Flagship, Blanchi awoke from her slumber. She opened her light golden eyes and sat up, inquiring of the maid beside her.

"What time is it now, and where has the fleet reached?"

"Your Highness, the fleet is currently heading towards the Anlin Star Domain and is expected to arrive in about 3 days," replied the Dawn Maid, standing guard. These maids were dressed in light armor, body-hugging white armor protecting the upper body, and skirt armor for the lower body, with half-capes draping over shoulders and front for both defense and ceremonial need. They were frequently by Blanchi's side, acting as the last line of defense for this Songstress.

"Anlin Star Domain..." Blanchi softly spoke the rather unfamiliar name. The Federation was vast, and among the hundreds of Star Domains, she hadn't visited many. This name she had only seen in books.

"It is said to be a beautiful place with white birds flying." She recalled from past studies.

Then she sat up and suddenly noticed several golden floral patterns on her wrist—delicate golden tendrils reminiscent of sprouting vines coiled around her wrist, extending towards her arm, adorned with small leaves.

"Engraved Marks..." Blanchi murmured, then ceased to look at it and turned to leave the room.

The Engraved Marks appear on the Songstress who raises the Solar Crowns. These patterns often relate to the public's perception of the Songstress. Blanchi's former title was 'Jin Yangcao', and her current title is 'Decamanga Sun', so the marks would resemble grass leaves and the sun, thus manifest as resplendent golden leaves.

Such marks are manifestations of authority and significantly amplify the Songstress's use of related abilities, but they also act as a curse and a reminder.

The path of the Songstress and the path of the Black Sun are actually similar melodies, except that the Songstress's path is more flexible, selectively rallying the wishes and spiritual resonances of many lives, allowing the Songstress to withstand immense mental shock only when raising the Solar Crowns, while still being able to maintain self-awareness like an ordinary person at other times.

But as the Songstress gathers more and more resonances, raising the Solar Crowns, the Engraved Marks on her become more and more magnificent, representing her drawing closer to the Black Sun. But ultimately, a Songstress is not a Black Sun; this unfiltered and unpurified spiritual resonance brings an impact even the Black Sun cannot withstand. Hence, each time the Solar Crowns are raised, the counterforce and impact faced will be stronger the next time. Until one day, the Songstress cannot bear it, completely collapses, and her soul consciousness is ripped apart.

The reason Color-level Songstresses are said to have distinctly different talents is because their souls are similar to the original, capable of withstanding such invisible shocks to the soul consciousness; otherwise, just a few 'Suns' would not illuminate the dark of the Milky Way.

The time for the decisive battle draws near, and fierce debates are ongoing within the Central Council.

"I oppose sending Ores to the frontline." An Elf councilman stood up to speak, his golden hair and blue eyes, with crescent moon pendants on his elongated ears.

"Currently, Ores has not reached the stage of a Sunshine-level Songstress. Forcing her to perform the ritual is gambling with her life." He frowned, explaining his reasoning.

"Councilman Deisen, your objection is invalid. Now countless Federation families' children are gathering in the Anlin Star Domain, awaiting Ores' arrival. We need victory, the Federation needs to maintain unity, those children need to survive, so we must raise our Solar Crowns just like the Western Star Region!" Another councilmember scolded sternly in the chamber.

"Yes, Miss Ores takes great risks, but who isn't taking enormous risks in battle now? Do we wait until the enemy fleet arrives in the Central Star Domain and points the main guns at you to know it's a life-and-death struggle?"

"I am not trying to harm Miss Ores; I am telling everyone, it is war now! Life-or-death war! Those losers from four hundred years ago, they have come for revenge!"

The councilmember's shout threw the meeting into chaos; countless people supported, argued, opposed, and loudly emphasized their views. When conflicts reached a certain level, the interest groups that initially banded together began to strike at one another.

The various power groups entrenched in the Central Star Domain hoped that Ores could withstand Blanchi, after all, these past six months spent so much effort and resources to build her up. Why? Isn't it to counteract that Sunshine-level Songstress? Now, at the critical moment of decisive battle, the Elf Faction actually doesn't want Ores to go. From the perspective of other Central Star Domain forces, this is simply betrayal.

But from the Elf Faction's point of view, the situation is completely different. As long as Ores stays alive, she stands a good chance of advancing to a Sunshine-level Songstress; then the entire Elf Faction would benefit and gain considerable discourse power. But now, sending Ores to the front is nearly sentencing her to death, crushing the hopes of the Elf Families; of course, they are unwilling.

Whether Ores lives or dies doesn't concern other Central Star Domain forces, as long as she can hold off the United Fleet led by Blanchi. Even if Ores perishes, as long as she can lead the Sixth Fleet to crush the majority of the Western Star Region's ships, they would win this battle.

The underpowered Western Star Region fleet cannot push further, and over time, the Central Star Domain has the industrial potential to rebuild the Fifth Fleet and Sixth Fleet, reclaiming the entire Western Star Region.

Or to say, for these people, if Blanchi and Ores perish together in the decisive battle, it would be the best outcome, as it not only quells the rebellion in the Western Star Region but also prevents a powerful Songstress from controlling the Council in the future, allowing them to continue to enjoy current power and status.

The intense squabbling within the Central Council spreads from the inside out. The media and platforms, which had constantly been elevating Ores, now begin to appear with various sarcastic remarks, mocking certain Songstresses for their cowardice, Elves' treachery, and disloyalty.

As the situation gradually went out of control, the pressing public opinion began to besiege the Elf Faction. Under the attack of various remarks, Ores finally could not resist standing up, announcing in a press conference that she would go to the Anlin Star Domain to live and die with the soldiers and officers on the front line.

Once this news was released, the previously sarcastic remarks vanished without a trace. The entire Central Star Domain resounded with glorious and magnificent poetry, proclaiming the nobility and bravery of this silver-haired Ice Elf Songstress. Meanwhile, the 'Song Festivals' dressed in white and ice blue uniforms walked to the streets, beginning to sing elegies for that Ice Elf Girl.

'Jiao Yang and White Snow, wind and mist converge in the sky'

'Thus the ice crystals from the sky fall...'