Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Though the other party seemed somewhat playful, there wasn't much malice in it, and Tilan hesitated for a few seconds before finally nodding.

"Kinsenke, if you want to join, that's fine, but you must abide by the club's rules and not oppress or bully others at will, or else you can't stay here," she said.

"Oh—" It was the first time Kinsenke had heard someone tell him to his face that he couldn't stay somewhere, even if it was only hypothetical at the moment.

That girl sounded quite natural, it seemed she didn't realize that such words could be offensive to someone of his status. Strangely, though, he wasn't very angry? Kinsenke thought it might be because she was naive, and so he was more tolerant.

"What rules? Let me see them."

Afterwards, Annelli sent him a document. The rules were not many; most of them talked about love and peace within the group and taking care of each other. The only significant requirement was the weekly gathering.

"That's no problem," Kinsenke turned off the projection, feeling that such rules were childish; he had initially expected some strict regulations.

"Well, in addition, Kinsenke, you can't bring so many outsiders to the club room," Tilan said, raising her hand and pointing to the entourage outside, which included secretaries, bodyguards, professionals, and even people specially responsible for running errands and buying snacks and drinks for Kinsenke.

"That would be difficult for me. What if I have an emergency, or someone tries to harm me?" Kinsenke expressed his inability to accept this.

"Then it won't work, you can't join the club." The girl shook her head, her black hair causing ripples.

"..." Now it was Kinsenke's turn to fall silent.

She was not giving him face; was this going to lead to a face-off and an argument? Then what? It felt as childish as quarreling with a child. Just leave? That seemed too undignified and embarrassing. Compromise? To simply agree to her conditions didn't feel right at all.

Seeing that Kinsenke did not respond, Tilan didn't mind. She couldn't remember when, but she no longer felt the same fear and admiration for these rich young masters and ladies as she did before.

After giving it some thought, it must be thanks to Deloris. Often, fear and worship stem from a lack of understanding. With the help of the "Incense Workshop" heiress teaching her and personally experiencing what they went through, the aura that once surrounded them disappeared, and with it, the fear and admiration.

Although these heirs had immense family legacies, they could not mobilize them at will. Furthermore, she had not insulted or offended them, so why should she be afraid or give in?

"...It's no fun without my entourage. What if I have an accident in the club activity room, and there are so few facilities here; how would that suffice?" he said, shaking his head and waving backward.

"Come, scan the activity room, and have the company's security department set up a defense plan. Overhaul this place in the next few days."

After assigning some tasks, Kinsenke turned his head and looked at the girl.

"Only then can I join the club. I wonder if Tilan would agree?" The ball was kicked back to her court.

"Okay," and so the club gained a new member today, bringing the number to seven.

Two days later, "Red Heart" Ruby returned to Edith Academy. After being recommended by Deloris, she became the club's eighth member. Now, only two more slots were left to complete the task.

In a corner of the Twilight Orchestra's activity room, a drowsy Tilan sat up from the sofa, rubbed her eyes, looked around, and noticed Deloris chatting with a new girl.

Who is she?

Her outfit had a theatrical presence. After gradually receiving instruction in the career of a songstress at Yuanting Academy, Tilan had become more sensitive to this kind of attire.

Many celebrities, to increase their recognizability and differentiation from the average person, would deliberately adopt certain distinctive hairstyles, attires, clothing, and so forth. For instance, the up-and-coming songstress "White Swan" Audrey of the Flying Feather Star Domain often appeared in the media wearing a white dress resembling a dance gown.

She slipped on shoes with simple bow ties, and the girl stood up and walked toward the two people conversing.

"Tilan woke up, did our talking wake you?" Deloris looked at the approaching girl with black hair, took her hand, and gently pulled her to sit beside herself.

Seeing Deloris's affectionate and natural gesture, Ruby was slightly surprised, and then began to take a closer look at the black-haired girl.

Although she and Deloris were friends, they were, at the base, just acquaintances who got along, not the kind with whom one shares everything and holds deep emotional bonds. But today, it seemed that Deloris had a special connection with the black-haired girl. Maybe because they both had black hair, were they more to each other? Ruby wondered silently.

She herself used to have black hair too, but it wasn't completely thorough, with a slightly brown tint. After becoming a movie star, to highlight her personality traits, she dyed her hair to a deep purple on the outside and pink on the inside.

"I slept well." Although she said this, the girl with black hair was still somewhat sleepy, her eyes half-closed, and it took her some time while sitting in the chair to gradually become spirited.

"Hello, my name is Tilan, I'm the president of the Twilight Orchestra. Given that we've just established the club, if you have any good suggestions, feel free to share them with me." The girl's eyes became clear after waking up.

"My name is Ruby, nickname 'Red Heart,' and I'm currently an actress. I hope to become a great movie star in the future!" Ruby introduced herself too.

"Actually, since I often act outside, I don't have many real friends at school, and I occasionally talk to Deloris."

"Although it's Deloris's recommendation, I'm actually very interested in the things from the Third Eon, especially the deeds of that 'Your Highness.' If there are any collections of her poetry or works, that would be perfect." Your journey continues at empire

"The belongings of that 'Your Highness,' huh..." Tilan shook her head slightly. If there were anything from that 'Your Highness,' even a single pen, it would be an invaluable treasure today.

The one who ended the chaotic Third Eon and inaugurated the magnificent Fourth Eon, the great Eternal Morning Star, the everlasting Cradle Wings, the harbinger of thousands of meteor showers, even today, centuries after her disappearance, there were still those who silently worshipped her.

"The history of the past can guide and enlighten us today, but after all, it is the past, it cannot replace the present, nor can it replace the future. You must always hold the rudder of the ship that sails towards the Milky Way."

After civilization gradually emerged from darkness and chaos and set sail towards the stars again, that 'Your Highness' left behind some maxims, and then left the throne she had occupied for a thousand years, disappearing into the depths of the Aijieka Sea, never to return.

Since then, from the First Eon, the witches who had been born and active, one by one, vanished into the star sea, and afterwards, no new witches were born. Humanity, after a brief period of sorrow, began to quickly move forward.

Innumerable technologies from the late Twilight Era were reactivated. The splendid legacy created by the Transcenders was re-embraced by humanity and then further developed. Various ideologies emerged, mechanical modifications, AI use, life creation, Subspace pioneering, and so on.

The branches of a tree aren't too far apart in its youth, but as it grows, their divergences become greater and more distant.

The old systems became inapplicable, and the value, morality, and worldviews of the past were continually challenged. The structures built upon them began to slowly collapse. It was no longer possible to describe the late Fourth Eon with the term 'human civilization'; it was the prelude to the night, a sign that the individuals no longer recognized each other as the same kind.

'Pan-human civilization,' 'Pan-Milky Way civilization'—perhaps such titles were more fitting.

The origin of the war became untraceable, for during that chaotic eve, various conflicts were brewing and rising, until at last they engulfed the entire Star Domain.

Recalling a bit of history from the past in her mind, Tilan thought of something. She opened her palm, and Magic Power of the Withering Sequence gathered, a faint blue emerging, eventually condensing into a faint blue butterfly that came to rest on her fingertip.

This butterfly was extraordinarily beautiful, yet fragile, as if a gust of wind could shatter it. However, the aura of Annihilation it carried was so startling—one butterfly alone could penetrate through Sturdy Armor, erasing the very existence within.

"The legacy of the Butterfly Witch Cynthia, refined and elevated by that 'Your Highness,' remains a legacy to this day. It represents the cold and stern side of that 'Your Highness'..."

The girl closed her eyes softly, then slowly opened them again, looking at the butterfly on her fingertip. The pale blue in her eyes was almost identical to the blue of the butterfly, carrying an unusual seductive charm that made it impossible for others to pull away, their consciousness lost in the azure, unable to extricate themselves.