Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Sitasia~" Maidi approached the tall, mature girl with black and red streaked hair, smiling with sparkling eyes.

"Alright, I'll stop scaring them, okay?" Sitasia subdued the flickering crimson light in her eyes.

Although both were Sequence 6, this Sequence 6 from the Blood Pupil Sequence, Sitasia, gave off an unusually dangerous vibe, as if she could behead someone at any moment. It's unclear how Maidi managed to tame her; it seems that other than obeying Tilan's orders, others found it difficult to command her.

"Let's begin the operation. First, inventory the supplies, then establish this place as the temporary headquarters." With Tilan's approval, Maidi and several other logistics command members began assigning tasks.

That night, Tilan slept in this secure mountain cave outpost, and according to reports, the entire Star Cluster members had found four outposts of varying sizes.

...

At the same time, in the distant northern hill highlands.

At night, the flames continued to blaze, casting a fiery glow over the sky and earth.

In the center surrounded by many Red Garment members, a short-statured girl with caramel short hair slowly stepped forward. She wore a red hooded cloak, and as the firelight flickered, she pulled back the hood with her fingers, revealing lively yet superior eyes.

The girl slowly bent down, looking at the man pressed to the ground in white exoskeleton armor before her.

"Submit to me, or perish."

The man struggled violently, but the Red Garment members holding him down had already gained control over him. Scarlet threads seeped into his body, disrupting the operation of his Transcendent Core, rendering him unable to exert his combat strength.

"You must rescue my sister, only then will I agree to join you." He stated his heart's desire.

"Your sister is in a large base 40 kilometers away, monitored by High Rank Mechanical Combat Units and numerous research staff and associated Autonomous Units. Completing this task is too time-consuming and intensive; we don't have time to meet your demands." A Red Garment member beside him tapped the projected keyboard in front of him, showing the information to him.

"You know exactly how to do it, why won't you agree with me," the man shouted, trying to break free.

Half a month ago, he was told that if he wanted his terminally ill sister to receive a gratis high-ranking medical aid, he had to participate in this secretive exercise. If during the exercise his sister could be rescued from the Experimental Base, the funds would be directly transferred to his account.

"Because it's too inefficient." The caramel-haired girl replied, her eyes on the man before her, the crimson strands like moving flames imprinted slowly into the man's mind.

"I promise you, after this exercise is over, your sister will definitely receive help, but now you must become my strength." She wasn't lying; her words carried a resolute determination.

"I..." Looking into those eyes, feeling the sincerity as fiery as scorching flames, the man knelt to the ground, painfully.

He wanted to refuse, but a voice in his head told him he could trust the girl before him. She wasn't lying, nor did she disdain lying.

"I..." He clenched his fist and pounded the ground, struggling internally.

He had signed a contract before coming, certain that as long as his sister was rescued during the exercise, she would be saved. But now, the girl before him told him that as long as he went with her, she could also be saved. Should he trust this girl before him? Can she guarantee that her promises will be kept?

Seeing the man continually struggling on the ground, the caramel-haired girl sighed, then reached out her palm, gently lifting his chin.

"Trust me." She tried to make her tone a little gentler, mimicking that familiar figure.

"I... I, I trust you." It was as if convincing himself, the man finally lowered his head and agreed.

"Good."

The girl slowly stood up and then looked at the over twenty personnel in white exoskeleton armor who were also subdued behind the man.

Upon seeing the man's agreement, these personnel lowered their heads in submission because, under the contract, they existed as his subordinates. As long as he agreed, they would follow suit.

"Congratulations, President Prin, now we have nearly doubled our manpower." Having more personnel at this initial stage means being able to search for outposts more swiftly, securing resources far exceeding other Star Clusters.

This tremendous advantage is what motivated Prin to act in this way.

Afterward, she touched the Circle on her wrist and then looked up at the star-filled night sky.

Since the bracelet hadn't issued a warning, it meant her method was also permitted within the competition rules.

Indeed, just as the predecessors said, the Songstress brings not only compassion and Tolerance but also an iron will galloping across the battlefield. It's not about gentleness at all times; if you can't win in war, blind kindness will only be a dagger to one's side.

I wonder how you'll respond in this counter-exercise, can you still rely on that unparalleled Talent and strength to maintain your gentleness?

If not, does it mean you are ultimately wrong, only to be covered in wounds due to this gentleness in the future?

After putting the hood back on, Prin glanced at the upright man in front of her, then turned back and slowly left, disappearing amidst the surrounding Red Garment members.

...

Meanwhile, amid the hail of bullets, a group protected the chestnut-haired girl as they journeyed through the jungle.