Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The next day, Tilan went to the Great Library's viewing chamber, and as the Phantom Crystal Mist filled the room, the world from a thousand years past materialized before her eyes again.

After leaving her homeworld, Isenisha followed the ship on its travels through the Star Domain. For the first few years, the journey was calm, without encountering many twists and turns.

Until one day, five years later.

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In the ship's central courtyard, there grew a large tree, approximately 20 meters tall, with artificial sunlight from the dome above falling on the leaves, reflecting a bright white and verdant light.

Sitting on a wide branch, Isenisha lightly brushed the strings in her arms, singing softly like reciting poetry, telling the story from ancient legends.

In the lengthy interstellar voyages, this was her way of expressing emotions and relaxing.

The melody of the strings was gentle, and she didn't deliberately follow any particular score, instead playing according to her mood. Even so, it was comfortable to the ear, giving rise to the desire to fall asleep to the sound of her song.

However, this beautiful dream did not continue indefinitely.

The ship, while traveling through interspatial routes, was disrupted. The spacecraft shook, alarms sounded, and soon after, it urgently exited the previous warp travel state.

'Warning! Warning! The ship is under attack, combat personnel please take your positions, all other personnel take cover in designated areas as trained.'

'Warning! Warning! The ship is under attack, combat personnel please take your positions, all other personnel take cover in designated areas as trained.'

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The ship's alarms rang incessantly as crew members rushed out of their rooms, taking their respective positions, and Isenisha also leapt down from the large tree in the central courtyard to the refuge chamber.

Outside the ship, within the Stellar System, thousands of Light Gold Starships shuttled through space, the main cannons on their sides firing intermittently. Dazzling azure beams of light appeared in space from time to time. Arrayed against them were large dark red warships with hollowed structures.

These skeletal dark red warships unfolded a defensive stance at the forefront while releasing probe-like fighters from inside, scattering them like scattered flowers from heaven, densely packed, then quickly dispersing throughout the vast expanses of space.

The fighters were shaped like tripods, with internal support structures. Propulsion was at the rear, with a high-energy needle at the front tip, and the prismatic framework on their bodies could form a stable and elongated triangular shield to protect against frontal attacks.

Facing the main cannon fire from the light gold fleet, these triangular fighters moved together and apart like fish, then traveled in long, sweeping arcs, encircling the battling light gold fleet from all sides.

Compared to the agile and nimble dark red fighters, these light gold warships were undoubtedly much heavier. Their shape resembled an elliptical olive; the front boasted an extremely durable protective layer shielding the fragile interior, while the protruding main cannon muzzles on either side, stimulated by the fire seed energy source within, would channel high-energy magic power particles to the muzzles, which, after being triggered by special structures and inscriptions, would lead to highly penetrating main cannon fire capable of great range.

According to the design philosophy of the light gold warships, after forming a large warship fleet, they would be able to destroy any enemy from beyond their shooting range, and even if the enemy retaliated, the sturdy frontal armor could withstand it.

Circling around might work on ancient battlefields, but this was an exposed starry battlefield where circling would imply astronomical distances. And if the enemy simply turned in place, all those efforts would be for naught.

For this reason, starships like the light gold ones, with heavily armored fronts to face enemies, became the mainstream.

Millions of dark red fighters scattered across the battlefield, with some whooshing past not far from the ship, their tail flames occasionally streaking outside the metal glass windows like shooting stars.

Facing this intense large-scale space battlefield, the ship had to maintain silence, extinguishing engines and tail flames. All indicator lights were dimmed, as it attempted to camouflage itself as a drifting meteorite in space.

Perhaps they'd slipped by unnoticed, or perhaps neither side cared about the insignificant and non-threatening small spacecraft; the nearby battle did not reach this ordinary ship.

The Light Gold Starship fleet's point-defense guns opened fire, hurling countless glowing Solid Energy Bullets with searing hot barrels roaring, sniping at the many triangular fighters that approached, forming a dense web of firepower.

These glowing Solid Energy Bullets struck the fighters, some deflected by the triangular shields, others shattering the protective barriers of the fighters, smashing and tearing apart their internal frames and structures.

Explosions and flashes filled the view, and the people inside the spacecraft held their breath, watching with tense moods.

A large number of the red and black fighters were shredded by the point-defense fire, but some managed to penetrate the dense web of fire and reached the vicinity of the Light Gold Warships.

After attaching themselves to the surface of the warships, the fighters were at such an angle that the Light Gold Warships could do nothing about them. Then, the triangular fighters implanted high-energy needles into the insides of the warships, rotating continuously to wear down the sturdy armor until they penetrated the thick protection and reached the fragile inner layer teeming with equipment and parts.

In a flash, the ignition engines inside the triangular fighters were injected into the warships. A muffled roar spread, and orange flames tore through the insides of the warships, killing all the crew members on board and melting down much of the core.

Thus, one by one, the Light Gold Warships began to explode and dim until they drifted in space like silent space coffins, no longer shining.

The fierce battle unfolded before this spacecraft when suddenly a red and black fighter, blown up by a blast, fell onto the spacecraft's hull, denting it while also breaking apart.

"Blood! There's blood! There are people inside," someone inside the ship suddenly exclaimed. Then Isenisha, too, saw the recorded footage on the screen, the trail of red blood along the ship's hull stark and glaring.

It should have been normal for the fighters to be manned, but seeing countless fighters being melted down and destroyed, with pilots still seated inside, was not something one could easily come to terms with.

"No, that's not a person." A scholar within the spacecraft enlarged the image on the screen and then displayed the results of the analysis.

Among the scattered remnants of the triangular fighters, a clump of pale red flesh oozed from the broken canister, and one could vaguely see nutrient tubes and neural connectors sticking out.
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Upon scanning the entire wreckage of the fighter, no so-called humanoid limbs or other body parts were discovered, meaning that the so-called pilot was merely a clump of brain encased in that canister.

"A brutally efficient and minimalist approach, this cold and energy-efficient style always reminds people of the ancient Mechanical Council."

The battle still raged on, millions of red and black fighters swarming like bees, relentlessly attacking and washing over the Light Gold Warships. Most were destroyed by the dense anti-aircraft fire before they got close, but they were not without results: about half of the Light Gold Warships were damaged in this battle, debris littering the Asteroid Belt, strewn with the wrecked husks of starships.

Finally, several carriers dispersing the red and black fighters in the distance gradually retreated, then entered a state of hyperspace travel and disappeared, while the remaining Light Gold Starship fleet began to regroup and initiate search and rescue operations.

"Who are you?"

After the fight, this serene spacecraft was taken under control—not because it hadn't been detected or was spared by chance, but because attacking this harmless spacecraft had a low priority in the heat of battle, making it not the main target.

Now that the battle had ended, the Light Gold Warship fleet dispatched two small, fast Destroyers to secure the spacecraft from either side. Then the public port on the spaceship was also connected.

A figure resembling a human woman with transparent cicada wings on her back appeared in the screen projection. She was beautiful, and atop her head shone a small halo continuously radiating light, swirling with countless symbols and seals, seemingly drawing in the Magic Power of the Aijieka Sea.

Angel Sequence 9·Cicada Envoy, Oxikasha.

In the distant past, this being, blessed by the Black Sun, met Isenisha for the first time.

Over the next century, she and Isenisha went from friends to enemies, from reconciliation to betrayal once more, entangled in numerous conflicts, until in the 'War of Extinguishment,' due to the downfall of the Black Sun·Hephaestymo, she was obliterated by the Federal Fleet.