Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Oh, I see." Tilan nodded slightly.

"Since you're not a military academy graduate and you're here for the new recruit reporting, it seems you've been specially recruited. You must have some kind of unique talent, right?"

"Well... that is indeed the case." After thinking about it, Tilan couldn't find a good reason to deny it and decided to nod and admit it.

"Haha, it looks like our new recruit training camp is going to be famous soon." He seemed to recall something happy and then introduced himself.

"My name is Noah, and yours?"

"I'm Hecate." She couldn't use her real name, as she was already quite a famous songstress among the new generation.

"Miss Hecate, huh? The name does have a bit of a mythological feel to it." (Hecate: In Greek mythology, the daughter of the star goddess Astria, known as the triple goddess of opportunity, goddess of magic, queen of ghosts, and goddess of the underworld)

Afterward, the young man named Noah chatted with Tilan for a while, telling her quite a bit about the new recruit training camp.

"Here, we'll undergo a two-week basic training, basically to get familiar with military life and rules. Afterward, we'll be divided into specialized training camps based on duties and directions."

"Overall, life in the military isn't as free as outside, but the base does have dedicated recreational facilities. We get a day and a half off each week, and the rest of the time is spent working or in training."

"If you've been here long enough to adapt, it's actually not much different from life outside. But things aren't looking too good right now. Many people say the Federation might be in chaos in the future, and we can't live peacefully on the base like those who came before us."

Several minutes later, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of assembly. As the whistle blew, the previously scattered new recruits in the hall immediately stood up and gathered in the central area.

At this time, Noah quickly rushed over, and Tilan followed him to the assembly point.

Five instructors stood at the front of the formation. The recruits who arrived on time had already lined up neatly, although a few newly reporting members in civilian clothes seemed a bit lost. Kееp us gоing by rеаding оn МV_LЕМ_РYR.

"Mire, Meldo, you two take the newcomers to change clothes." One instructor pointed out the two.

"Yes!" After that, a man and a woman stepped out of the lineup and headed towards the few newcomers in civilian clothes at a trot.

"Follow me." Among the new recruits were only Tilan and another girl, with the other six being male.

Following the soldier named Mire to the hall's side corridor, which should be the dormitory area, every door had a name tag, and each room housed four people.

"This is your room; you'll stay here for the next two weeks. Now stand against the wall and don't move while I take your measurements to get you training clothes."

Putting down her lightweight suitcase, Tilan looked around the room. One bed was already occupied, while the other three were empty.

As she sat and waited, the girl who entered with Tilan greeted her warmly.

"Hi, I'm Maggie, and you are?" The girl, about 22 years old by appearance, was slightly tall with very healthy tan skin. Her dark chestnut hair reached her shoulders and was simply tied into twin ponytails at the back, looking very sunny and energetic.

"I'm Hecate, nice to meet you." Tilan stood up and shook the offered hand.

"Wow, your hands are so delicate." The girl exclaimed in surprise, while Tilan felt that her hand was quite 'muscular' and could probably punch through steel.

This kind of girl seemed more suited to be a soldier, unlike herself, who indeed felt a bit out of place.

Circling Tilan and looking her over, Maggie seemed to have discovered something adorable like a doll.

"Really beautiful. Even as a girl, I feel that Hecate is definitely the type of girl that guys like, the kind you want to cuddle and lovingly pat."

"Why did you join the military? It's not like the peaceful days of the past; many people say a war is coming."

"If you went to be a pop star or an actor, or even learned some art, life would be much easier and more comfortable."

"I... I do know a bit about music, but recently my elders said that I have a very special talent in a certain area, so they recommended I join the military." Tilan shared a somewhat truthful answer.

"That's really..." The other shook her head, feeling it was incredible.

"Did they tell you what talent?"

"It seems to be a talent for mecha piloting, but I don't really understand it too well," Tilan admitted, knowing she wasn't too knowledgeable in that area.

"You? Piloting a mecha?" Maggie looked at Tilan more closely.

"That's crazy. Large mechas aren't toys; they're tough to maneuver, and you could get roasted alive in the cockpit if you're not careful, though they are indeed very cool."

"I was a military school student in college, studied mecha knowledge for four years, and underwent intense training before officially reporting to the Eighth Fleet." She shared about her background.

"Not talking about operating techniques, just enduring the dizziness in the cockpit and the intense magical furnace engine particles isn't something an average person can handle. Are you sure your elders aren't trying to harm you? I've read the fairy tale of Snow White, and you're like a naive Snow White."

"Um, my elders probably wouldn't hurt me. I did try sitting in a cockpit before, and it didn't feel that uncomfortable." Tilan responded a bit unconfidently, as she'd only been in a miniature mecha before, far from the ace weaponry used in space and on the frontline.