Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

At night, several people sat around a room inside the cave, watching Sura pour black oil into the repaired generator, then ignite and start it.

"Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang——"

The initial sounds were not very crisp, but as it started running, they became more coherent, and plumes of black smoke emerged from the chimney, followed by the connected light tubes starting to illuminate.

"Not bad, let's try the radio now." Sura brushed the rust and oil stains from her hands, then brought over the radio and connected it.

Static noises began to hiss, but Sura adeptly turned the knobs on the radio, gradually adjusting the frequency, slowly revealing a sequence of rhythmic sounds.

"There's still some static." Sura thought for a moment, then looked up.

"Guy, hold the radio while I carry the generator, let's try it on the open space outside the cave."

"Alright." Guy agreed, and the two picked up the equipment and headed outside, while Tilan and Ores followed curiously and excitedly.

Once outside in the open space, the sound became much clearer, and it was evident that it was a piece of music.

[Night falls... holding up a black skirt... walking upon the earth...]

As Sura slowly tuned the radio, a clearer voice gradually emerged.

"Is this chanting?" Tilan felt that the words sounded somewhat like the utterances of religious figures.

"I guess those Wolf Blood Species in the western wilderness are propagating their beliefs again, only I didn't expect they'd have a radio station." Sura mentioned the Wolf Blood Species' stronghold is about 200 miles west, near a large river where food is comparatively abundant, but the competition is also very fierce.

After tuning for a while, unfortunately, there was no substantial result.

"This place is still too remote and poor; not even a signal can be caught." Sura expressed regret and disappointment.

"When I lived in Fede City as a child, you could hear twenty to thirty stations daily."

After listening for a while, Sura lost interest in the radio broadcast and went off to do other tasks.

"If you guys are tired of listening, just switch off the generator, save the oil for later."

Afterwards, Guy stayed with Tilan and the radio at the cave entrance, listening to the words still streaming from it.

Initially, Tilan couldn't quite understand the strange utterances and anecdotes from the radio, but over time, she vaguely sensed something unusual: the speaker was discretely describing a rough method of practicing a secret technique.

Tilan became slightly intrigued and listened patiently; unfortunately, it only got halfway through before ending, with a closing remark indicating that the next section could be heard three nights later.

"It's finished." Guy remarked, then turned off the generator and picked it up, as if he had stayed close by to ensure Tilan wouldn't use up all the oil or break anything.

Upon leaving, Guy temporarily put away the equipment and went to take the night watch, while Tilan and Ores returned to sleep.

The nights here were quite dull, lacking bright lights and entertainment facilities. Once it got dark, there was little to do but sleep.

In the following days, Tilan and Ores spent their time quietly in the settlement, gradually getting accustomed to the environment. Compared to the first few days, Ores began to express herself more clearly — although she had lost many memories, basic knowledge remained, and she occasionally employed some familiar skills, like freezing water into large ice blocks and making ice mirrors to take selfies.

"Clothes, beautiful, I like Tilan~" Ores was quite pleased, wearing a new dress Tilan had made for her.

Gray linen was cut into a simple short sleeve style, with the waist slightly cinched, revealing Ores' already fine figure — compared to the excessively luxurious snow-white gown she wore upon arrival, this was much more modest and similar to local styles.

"Come over, it's also good to tie up your hair." Tilan waved to Ores, who was spinning on the grass, and had her sit in front of her. Using a newly-made hairband, she tied up Ores' hair, matching the color and style with her outfit.

The gray linen was slightly rough, yet the skin exposed beneath it was remarkably smooth and white. While tying Ores' hair, Tilan couldn't help but shake her head slightly; even with very ordinary clothing, it was hard to conceal her superb natural appearance.

After all, she was a songstress carefully nurtured by the Elf Families — adored since childhood. It could be said that Ores hadn't experienced hardship in the first half of her life. If it weren't for the Federal Central Council's urgency, forcing Ores onto the battlefield, she probably would have lived a rather blissful life. Such a pleasant environment had also shaped her straightforward personality; somewhat proud, but lacking much scheming, since anything she wanted, she could generally obtain without calculation.

Having finished the hair, Tilan let go of Ores, allowing her to play on her own; she liked to explore and touch the rocks and plants nearby, finding everything fresh and new.

"Hexia." At this moment, Sura came out of the cave.

"What is it?"

"Could you come over? The boss has woken up."

"Alright."

Tilan tidied up briefly, stood up, and followed Sura deeper into the cave, where there was a large passage leading underground. On one side, there was a tall room with several pieces of fluorite embedded, serving as faint light sources.

Upon entering, Sura first lit a nearby fire basin, moving it to the bedside, then gestured for Tilan to come over.