Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

For a long time, Tilan deliberately avoided deep negotiation and binding with those major forces, because in the past she didn't want to involve herself in disputes over interests. Though this also meant lacking support and not gaining the abundant resources like other Songstresses, she didn't care.

This behavior persisted until not long ago.

"So, is Tilan preparing to meet them this time?" In the room, Deloris stood behind the girl, helping her brush her hair and check her clothes.

"Well, after all, they are indeed very sincere, always accommodating my nature without forcing too much. It's been delayed for so long before agreeing, and I wonder if they would be upset." Tilan glanced at the girl in the mirror, blinked lightly; beneath the slender eyelashes were beautiful, intelligent eyes, with a gaze that seemed to contain a thousand words, making people somewhat enchanted.

Looking at her black and white ensemble, the rose ruffle dress she wore, Tilan raised her hands to display in the mirror.

"I always feel like this is a bit... should I dress more maturely?" She turned to look at Deloris behind her.

Though both were of the same age, Deloris seemed like an elder sister to Tilan. As the daughter of a luxury brand company, Deloris had good taste and elegance in dressing. Moreover, her well-developed physique complemented this point.

"It's fine, this looks better." Deloris encouraged the girl.

"If Tilan forces herself to mimic a mature formal, yet slightly androgynous style, it would not suit her. Whether in terms of temperament or appearance, one should match with appropriate clothing to show personal characteristics, thus looking good."

"Blindly following trends and wearing clothes not fitting one's temperament, no matter how good the design is, may appear discordant with an awkward and improper feeling." Deloris shared her experience.

"There are many kinds of beauty; just choose what's suitable and comfortable for yourself."

After helping Tilan fix her long hair, Deloris selected a slender white ribbon to tie Tilan's hair, then pinned a blue rose hair clip, allowing the rose to symmetrically fall at the center of her nape.

"In the future, if Tilan attends formal occasions, try to select outfits of a unified style, like garment decorations matching your name in blue or black tones."

"Why is that?"

"The political image is different from entertainment celebrities; entertainment stars naturally bring freshness with various new clothes. But politics involves very serious and realistic matters; constantly changing styles would appear unstable, making people worry, creating anxiety, and reducing the sense of security."

"Furthermore, dressing in a cohesive style can make your image easier for everyone to remember. Generally, as long as they see blue or black roses, they will think of you. That's a success." While Deloris's Transcendent Sequence talent was not top-notch, her upbringing and experiences from childhood made her understand very well these aspects of politics and business.

"Got it." The girl nodded.

In the afternoon, Tilan met the retired Tatis couple, who are now in their fifties, jointly running a small shop located on a small residential star in the Komu Starfield.

The interaction progressed gradually and smoothly without causing unpredicted events. Tilan's visit this time is under the guise of participating in a charity project caring for seniors and children.

"Welcome, Miss Tilan." This couple wasn't really old; they have only been retired for a few years, both appearing quite healthy and energetic.

This is a dessert shop in a small town, where the surrounding scenery is pleasant. The locality maintains a few cattle and sheep, adding life to the environment while supplying milk and meat to the residents.

When Tilan came, it was just her and Deloris. The environment of this small town is in an open plain; even if plainclothes from the Court of Judgment came over, there wouldn't be many people making a fuss. Using the pre-set time lag, Tilan can have a safe time for small meetings.

Sitting at the small table under the parasol in the backyard of the dessert house, Tilan and Deloris faced the couple and listened to them recounting their life situations.

"Previously served in the Lansha Starfield overseas; residents there in the Federation are sparse. The main danger is the unstable space environment, which allows safe passage for just one month every two years for necessary intertransportation." Tatis as the husband spoke.

"Working there was rather monotonous because the local space environment often disconnected from the Federation's internal starfield network."

"How did such a place come about?" Tilan asked.

"That of course is the result of past warfare." The opposing side quickly responded.

"Previously, it was the starfield where the Dark Sun·He Fasimo resided. At the End of the Fifth Epoch, he was quite powerful amongst the Black Suns. The death at that time caused intense space turbulence, and because He Fasimo was Ripped, not extinguished by the clan's end, he still retained great power at death, which triggered severe aftereffects."

"At that place, if one ascends dimension to enter the Aijieka Sea, there would be significant risks, limiting many superluminal Starship access, forcing reliance on the relatively primitive type of curvature-space-engines." Tatis described the service region.

"That area is still valued by the Federation because it was once He Fasimo and the 'Cicada Wing Species' prosperous realm, containing many heritages from that era, such as records and technology left by the Cicada Wing Species."