Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"I like you, Hecate!" The voice was loud and resonant.

"Thank you." Tilan nodded, but didn't take the flowers being handed to her.

"Uh..." The boy opposite seemed stuck; this wasn't the expected scenario.

"Ahem, my friend means to say that he hopes you can be his girlfriend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't agree to that." Tilan shook her head slightly, and the bow on her hair also swayed along.

"Is it because you like someone else?" The boy asked dejectedly.

"No." This response rekindled hope in him.

"Then what should I do to become——" Before he could finish, Tilan raised a finger, interrupting him.

"No, it doesn't matter what kind of person you become, that doesn't mean I have to agree to anything. There's no connection between the two."

"Everyone has their own choices, but what I can tell you is, I'm not planning on dating right now."

"I have a lot to do and might be busy for a long time, and as for love, I don't really understand it; perhaps being friends is better." Tilan shared her thoughts.

She truly didn't understand why, in various stories, smart and rational people would act like fools when they fell in love, unable to distinguish right from wrong, abandoning their ideals and principles so easily.

Moreover, in many historical accounts, love seems unstable, filled with impulsive and fanciful elements; once the impulse fades and fantasies shatter, it often quickly dissipates. Modern love is excessively elevated and sanctified.

After rejecting this group, the others who were originally planning to act also paused and hesitated, having to abandon their initial intentions.

Of course, there were some who refused to believe this, feeling they absolutely could succeed.

A bouquet of roses suddenly presented itself to Tilan, and then a large, burly man shrugged, deliberately revealing the military rank insignia on his shoulder.

"I am currently serving as an elite mech pilot, Major Taurus, also the captain of the 'Fire Rat Team'. I have something to say to you." He reached out directly to take Tilan's wrist.

In response, the girl's figure became a blurry phantom and vanished, quickly reappearing some distance away.

"No." Tilan shook her head, glancing over this unexpected outsider, who was not a trainee from the Practical Combat Camp.

Seeing Tilan evade him, the Major frowned, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't you understand how to respect your seniors!?" He spoke sternly.

"Stand in front of me."

"Alas..." Tilan sighed, disappointed with the improper atmosphere in this military camp.

It was unfortunate that it was evening rest time, and the camp instructors were temporarily absent. By the rules, as a reserve officer, she ought to listen to some guidance from her seniors.

However, Tilan was no longer the naive and simple girl she used to be. She realized the other party had ill intentions, and she wasn't a rigid person.

"So, what do you want to say, Major?" She stayed where she was without moving forward.

"I think as a newcomer, you still have areas that need improvement and learning."

"Then you can say it here; I won't go over there alone."

"Do you think you're special, superior? You clearly lack any skills yet are so conceited, not following orders." The Major spoke righteously; those unfamiliar with the truth might be fooled by his words.

The trainees wanting to help Tilan were also frightened by this shout, afraid to step forward.

"Yes, I indeed lack fundamentals compared to others and will make up for them in the future. But how to train isn't up to an outsider like the Major to intervene." Tilan wondered if she should appear cold and tough to survive in a place like a military camp.

"Hah, easy to say." The Major stepped forward again, intending to grab the seemingly gentle and weak girl.

"Enough." Maggie rushed over, blocking Tilan and taking hold of the palm.

"You shouldn't accept a lesson either." The Major signaled, and two attendants rushed forward to seize Maggie. Although Maggie, as part of the Dragon Sequence, was physically strong, facing two equally elite officers, she struggled to break free.

"Let her go." As she spoke, Tilan's eyelashes slightly unfolded, revealing eyes tinged with disappointment.

She didn't want to escalate the situation; she truly hoped to experience military camp life well, but it seemed it couldn't continue.

"You——" The burly Major couldn't finish his angry shout before his body froze, then slowly became covered by a layer of ice, static and motionless. The others alongside him were in the same situation, initially attempting various actions, but as they proceeded halfway, they froze in place.

"Wham..." One person, due to an unstable position, fell to the ground stiffly, scattering some ice shards.

With that, Tilan's eyes closed again, and she slowly reopened them, returning to her usual serene demeanor.

Many trainees observed this scene in amazement; although the Major was particularly domineering, his strength was genuinely high-level Sequence 6. Even if several trainees joined forces, they might not defeat him, as they had advanced not long ago, lacking various skills and experiences compared to this serving officer. Enjoying the story? Discover more on M|V|LEM6PYR.

To their surprise, in just a few seconds, these strong officers were dealt with by Tilan, who simply glanced at them during the whole process.

So powerful, so frightening, no wonder this beautiful and cute girl wasn't interested in their pursuits. If one were this strong, they would likely feel the pursuit too trivial.

Maggie gingerly lowered the two rigid officers who tried to grab her, then came beside Tilan.

"Indeed, the strong are calm and unhurried. How could our Hecate fancy these mediocre weaklings? If you wish to pursue our adorable Hecate, at least earn a first-class Rose Medal before coming here."

Upon hearing this, Tilan wanted to retort but ultimately remained silent, merely shaking her head and sighing.

Shortly afterward, Practical Combat Camp's medical personnel arrived on notice. Though they didn't quite grasp what happened, they quickly loaded the frozen officers onto ambulances for treatment. Soon, the camp's instructors and tech officers arrived too.

While everyone expected Tilan to be scolded by the instructors, they only softly and sympathetically asked a few questions, then told her to go rest and sleep well.

Once the black-haired girl left, the instructor immediately changed his demeanor, becoming extremely stern.

"You bunch of fools, others bullied you, and you didn't even know how to defend your comrades; truly foolish!"

"I ask you, on the battlefield, who blocks bullets for you, pulls you from the abyss? Is it the unknown superior officer next door, or the comrades who act with you daily?"

"Unless it's your direct superior, don't heed the orders of unrelated personnel recklessly, especially during external combat; battlefield situations are ever-changing, and when you operate a mech alone, you must have your own judgment; it's completely different from the soldiers on the starship."

"In terms of firepower, each of you is equivalent to an individual small ship; at this time, you're the captain and must steer the direction."

"What happened today disappoints me. Everyone, 100 rounds of lap run tonight, then you can sleep."

"Understood?"

"Yes!"

Despite some grievance, everyone didn't argue much. Instead, some felt a bit excited; indeed, being a Mech Pilot has more freedom than being starship crew.