Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

What's left to say? She has already come this far, there's no room for regrets, and retreat is impossible. As for other fears, anxiety, and worries, they're just trivial emotions.

If it were before, she could still vent and exchange with her friends, but now it's no longer suitable nor necessary. She's no longer the inexperienced girl who couldn't handle any troubles; she's long been accustomed to this kind of pressure and responsibility.

The two of them were silent, gazing at each other. Although it was a simple meeting, they had an unspoken premonition that it might not be possible for them to meet again in the future.

"You..." Tilan was about to ask Blanchi if she had any regrets, but she stopped halfway.

What meaning does such a question have at this moment? Even if the other party regrets, so what? The conflict between the Western Star Region and the Federal Center no longer allows for a casual peace. Both sides must fight to the death to end it all.

"Are you alright?" She slightly changed her wording to express her concern.

"I'm fine, and I have no regrets." Blanchi's eyes closed slightly, then opened.

"I see..." Tilan thought for a moment.

"I hope you can survive, and I also hope Ores can survive. Though this thought is somewhat naive, I wish that even if you each represent different peoples and voices, as individuals, I don't want familiar friends to sacrifice themselves like this."

After speaking, Tilan paused for a moment.

"When I was very young, I liked reading all kinds of storybooks, eagerly anticipating what kind of people and things I would encounter in the future."

"Reality is always heavy, tedious, and dull, but the imagination in stories is endless, and I found a lot of joy and happiness in them."

"I very much hope those stories and legends that bring hope and warmth are like a fire in the night. Small as they may be, they offer comforting warmth."

"Though tragedy can deliver a greater impact and make stories more widely known, I never liked it. As if life's suffering isn't enough, why inflict such harm on others in this way."

"So, even for characters in books, I can hope they receive a better ending."

"Ores, Shui Yanqing, and you, we four spent so much time together in the academy, and I don't want you to fall in this conflict. That would be both sorrowful and a devastating blow to the entire Western Star Region. The same goes for Ores. I hope both of you survive, even when the war is over and the dust has settled. I wish you both live to see the world a hundred years from now, rather than passing away so abruptly."

"It's a beautiful thought, Tilan..." Blanchi spoke with a distant gaze, her voice like distant light and wind.

She didn't finish the latter half of the sentence, but Tilan understood the meaning. Such words often come with a twist, making one sigh.

"...if I could see that day." She already knew her fate; these words were merely to comfort her friend.

Though there were many words left unsaid, wanting to be shared and exchanged, the current situation didn't allow it. A few minutes later, Tilan took a last look at Blanchi, then turned and slowly left the hall.

...

After Tilan completely left, La Gui'er approached Blanchi.

"You're just going to let her go like that?" She was still a bit uneasy.

"Yes, let her leave safely." Blanchi replied.

"I know your concerns, but there's no need." With that, Blanchi looked towards the side's transparent curtain wall, where she could see the distant stars and debris in the star sea, as well as battleships slowly drifting through space.

"Tilan is one of my best friends from university. Even though she has a good relationship with Ores, she won't do anything that's deliberately biased."

"Moreover, given her current ability, even if you wanted to stop her, it would be a waste of effort and manpower, causing unnecessary disturbances."

"The decisive battle is about to begin; focus all your energy and attention on that."

"I... I understand." La Gui'er thought it over and agreed. Addressing the decisive battle was indeed more important at the moment.

Half an hour later, under the escort and surveillance of two fighter jets, the mecha piloted by Tilan left the fleet of the Western Star Region. Before flying out of the asteroid belt, Tilan glanced back at the massive fleet slowly advancing behind her. They were already gradually arraying, forming a majestic formation in space, with hundreds of thousands of starships densely packed, obscuring the distant stars. The exhaust trails slowly brightened, beginning to accelerate, like a radiant constellation obscuring the sun.

Is it about to begin? It's probably too late to find Ores now.

The gray-white mecha unfolded its folded Flying Wings, and soon the texture covering the wings emitted a faint blue halo, making the mecha faster and faster, like a meteor flashing across the wilderness.

Continuously distancing herself from the center of the battle, the girl in the cockpit clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. The black-lined white skirt spread across the black cockpit, praying for the two friends who were about to fight to the death.

Hours later, beams of blinding light pierced the black curtain of the star sea, striking the grand translucent blue barrier, with the texture like a honeycomb faintly appearing. After that came the retaliatory particle torrent, the shining beams pierced the Star River again, connecting the arrayed fleets on both sides.