Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Alright, now that we've talked about the championship rewards, let's discuss the specific process and rules." She clapped her hands to quiet everyone down.

"In three days, gather your teams at the designated location. A large transport aircraft will take you to a dedicated site. The place is equipped with facilities of all kinds, allowing you to go all out and release your full potential. Don't worry, the area is under strict surveillance and there's excellent medical staff available, so it's unlikely anyone will get killed."

"I can say this is pretty much a small-scale military exercise that you will be using in the future." Her gaze swept over the songstresses present and finally rested on the black-haired girl at the end.

"Meeting adjourned."

She then boarded the descending shuttlecraft, waved at everyone, and disappeared into the sky.

"Listening to Senior Yarnasha, it always feels like she is quite dissatisfied with the current Central Council."

"It's not surprising. After all, Senior Yarnasha has close ties with the Military and isn't favored by the Central Council."

"Why doesn't the Council like those who are close to the Military?" Blanchi asked curiously.

"Because songstresses have public support, and the Military has strength. Once the two unite, it's easy to form an independent force, which is quite dangerous." Ores explained, raising a finger.

"Take us Elves, for example. We already have many asset advantages because of joining the Federation. If we reach for military fleets, it might cause fear among humans and lead to an alliance against us. So, the current understanding is that Elves can make money and engage in all kinds of industries, but preferably shouldn't touch the Military."

"Politics are so complicated." Blanchi found it hard to follow anymore.

"Sigh, that's why it's best for you, Blanchi, not to get involved in these things. It's easy to be used as a pawn." Ores rarely showed concern for others, indicating she was probably also tired of politics.

"I've heard my family elders say that the fastest growth period for a songstress is usually in their youth, and it often comes to a halt after that." Ores added.

Since Ores came from an Elf Family and knew a lot about the history of past songstresses, her summaries were valuable, making the others perk up their ears.

"Oh, are you all so interested? Fine, I'll just say it out loud, it's no big secret or anything."

"A person's emotional experiences are limited. The first time is the most profound; by the second time, much is lost. So, once you've been through a lot, it's hard to be as easily moved as in your youth."

"The same goes for songstresses. When you can't even stir your own emotions, trying to forcibly move others will lead to poor results."

"So, if you want to become an impressive songstress, you must not let the flame of idealism in your heart extinguish. You should be like a child full of wonder, yearning for the world. Only then can you unleash tremendous power."

"But reality is not so simple." Shui Yanqing shook her head.

"That's why I say as songstresses age, facing more setbacks and failures, they gradually become disheartened and compromise, leading to stagnation or even regression in their abilities."

"If she herself has become hopeless and no longer believes, how can she persuade others to believe?"

"Perseverance and staying true to oneself are qualities that are rare even among songstresses."

After speaking, Ores gently patted her chest, indicating that maintaining such a naive and straightforward character is the way to follow the right path as a songstress.

"So, what you're saying is, even though Ores's body is that of a mature older sister, her mind is still like a 15-year-old girl?" Shui Yanqing asked seriously.

"Can you not speak? If Tilan hadn't stopped me, I would have wanted to hit you long ago." Ores angrily clenched her fist.

"Okay, okay, Shui Yanqing was just joking." Tilan said with a laugh, stepping between the two.

Though it seemed like they were on the verge of a fight, she could tell that both were in a good mood and weren't really upset. They were simply engaging in their usual banter, as if not quipping would make them uncomfortable.

That was probably the way they got along.