Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 559 The Angel’s Hometown

It has been three days since she came to Granso. Although she cannot say that she knows this place very well, Tilan has gradually become accustomed to this world, a world that is not apparently dominated by supernatural powers.

Sitting on the sightseeing tram, Tilan looked at the city scenery outside through the window, while the seats next to her were occupied by other members of the cluster. She and her companions were wearing casual clothes similar to those of the local residents today and did not attract any attention.

[Sky Tower Station, arrival, sightseeing tourists can get off here]
When the tram stopped, some tourists from other places walked out one after another. Tilan was also protected in the middle by the crowd. After getting out of the tram, this was the middle floor of the observation tower. To enter the top, you have to queue up to take the elevator. However, the girl was not in a hurry. Instead, she turned her eyes and looked at everything around her like a dragonfly skimming the water.

'When you are surrounded by giants, you can't help but feel small.'

After reaching the top of the tower, facing the towering "mountain peaks" of high-rise buildings in the city that reach into the sky, the densely packed humans on the towers are like ants walking in the land of giants.

After touring the observation deck outside the tower, Tilan returned to the tower, where there were cultural relics separated by glass. Many of them were imitations of Earth-era products based on archaeological discoveries. Among them were mobile phones and computers with functions similar to personal terminals, as well as daily necessities used in the early days of that era, such as pens, thermoses, and black-and-white pixel game consoles.

"These things were produced no more than 20 years apart."

"It was a very short era, but the technology changed very quickly, which also brought about many social problems," a tour guide in a short-sleeved shirt introduced to tourists.

"Only 20 years? I feel like the generation gap is hundreds of years."

“It’s only been 20 years since we went from black and white pixel game consoles to realistic 3D games.”

……

The tourists marveled at the rapid technological progress of that era, and then curiously picked up the simulated objects on the side to experience them up close.

Tilan also touched it and picked up a "pixel game console" that she held in both hands to play. There was a very simple airplane shooting game on it. The airplane made up of several pixels was very simple and shuttled between the constantly approaching obstacles and enemy planes.

After playing for about half an hour, Tilan, who had completed the game, put down the console and left amid the envious and admiring eyes of the children beside her.

She then walked around here for a while before leaving in a car.

Back at the hotel where they were staying temporarily, the girl sat on the sofa in the middle and listened to the reports from other cluster members.

"During the three days, we visited many places separately, including various facilities in the city, villages in the countryside, and towns where local residents gathered."

"According to everyone's information, the overall pace of life here is slow and residents are very satisfied."

"Do they understand the federation as a whole?" Tilan rested her finger lightly on her chin.

"I know about the existence of the Federation, but it is rarely mentioned on local television or in the news. Most of the news is about current events on this planet."

"If I were to use a metaphor, this is a world isolated from the rest of the world."

"Doesn't anyone want to go out and take a look?" Tilan was a little puzzled by such an environment.

“Very few. Even if some people have traveled to other star regions, most of them have traveled for several years and finally chose to return to this planet.”

"There is a lot of information on this in the local archives. If President Tilan wants to know more, she can apply to see it." The singers have extremely high authority within the Federation. They can review all documents except those that are particularly confidential and secret.

"Well, we'll probably be spending the next few days in the library," the girl responded with a smile.

After talking about these superficial things, Tilan continued to ask some specific questions.

“Have you ever met any local religious organizations?”

"The religious atmosphere seems to be very weak. Only a few communities can see churches. However, we are tourists and cannot enter at will."

"Is that so..." Tilan thought.

"I'll go ask tomorrow." She's a singer and has immunity in many places. If she says hello, she should be able to go in and find out.

Afterwards, everyone shared their local experiences, such as the peaceful and quiet environment and the food that is different from the mainstream in the Federation.

After summarizing and sorting out all kinds of information, it was getting late, so everyone set off together to go to the restaurant in the hotel for dinner.

Although the cluster members have the duty to protect Tilan, in daily life, they do not obviously surround Tilan, but move around in a scattered and vague manner, like plainclothes officers. If you are not a particularly professional, it is difficult to tell at a glance that the girl in the middle of their activity path is the core of the group.

……

The next day, Tilan came to a community church where members reported. Today happened to be the local church's reading club, so Tilan was able to enter with other residents.

The interior of the church is very spacious, with sunlight shining in through special holes, making the place seem particularly quiet.

The local residents found a place to sit down and waited quietly. Tilan also sat down in a corner.

About 20 minutes later, the talking in the church gradually stopped, and then a priest in a white robe and holding a star-shaped staff in his hand walked in slowly.

He first closed the door and then came to the pulpit in front of the church.

At this time, candles were lit one by one, and the floating halo made the atmosphere on the scene solemn, and the wall behind the priest also became clear because of the reflection of the halo of the candlesticks.

It was a huge painting. The paint on the surface was old, slightly dark and faded, and there were many potholes and peeling parts, but these did not diminish the charm of the painting.

The silver-haired girl in the painting, wearing a simple white dress, is leaning back in a chair with her eyes slightly closed, as if she is sleeping.

A pair of lively and bright eyes is extremely difficult to draw, but it is much easier to draw them with eyes closed and sleeping.

This is one of the Four Original Ones, the girl who represents the pure and changing wind. She is the most respected sage, leader, and great figure in human civilization in the Fourth Age, and is also the prototype of the angels of later generations.

"Thank Him, our eternal cradle wings, the pure and flawless angel, the morning star of mankind, the miracle of the stars, His Highness Loran Hill."

"Thank Him, the eternal song of the stars, our beloved flawless angel, may you see peace and beauty in your dreams."

The residents in the church closed their eyes and bowed their heads, chanting the name of His Highness.

After repeating this three times, everyone ended their prayer and opened their eyes.

"Now please recite the teachings with me, and please always keep your hearts sincere, kind, and quiet."

"Yes, my heart is beating for it."

"Volume 3, page 26. He once walked to a place overgrown with weeds. At that time, hundreds of species of animals were struggling to survive, killing each other, and the place was covered in blood..."

"At that time, He ascended high and sang, like fire illuminating the world, like flame driving away the cold, so that clover covered the fields, all livestock had food, and all beasts were alive."

“He taught: Take one step, then another, and the way will open up.”

“Maybe the result is not perfect, but it is better than the past. If I can’t reach the end, I will work hard to train the next generation to take over this task. One day, I will reach the end.”

The teachings of His Highness have long been handed down and integrated into life, but when Tilan watched everyone reciting them devoutly over and over again, she still felt inexplicably touched. Perhaps this was the power of faith. After reciting the teachings, this week's prayers slowly came to an end. After the priest finished the final prayer, he closed the thick book in front of him. The slight snapping sound seemed to be a signal to unlock the sound in the church again.

The crowd gradually stood up, said goodbye to the priest, and left the church in an orderly manner.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and when Tilan was about to leave, she heard the priest's call from behind.

"Can you say a few words, young lady?" He walked over.

The priest looked to be in his sixties, with sparse white hair. He held a thick book in his hands. It was said that this was a holy book that recorded the sayings of His Highness Loranhill, and every priest who believed in the Original Wind had to recite it.

The other people in the church gradually dispersed, leaving only Tilan and the priest, who stood in the front row of the hall.

"You must be a guest from outside." He spoke in a kind tone.

"Yes." Tilan nodded, wondering where she was exposed.

"I watched all the children here grow up, and I know almost every one of them, so I was a little surprised to see you."

"But since you can come in normally, it means you are not a bad person."

"I notice that there seems to be some curiosity in your eyes. I wonder if you have any questions." The priest asked.

"This is indeed my first time in Granso." Tilan thought about it and decided that there was no need to hide this.

"Although there are legends about that prince in the outside world, they don't seem to be as popular as here, so it feels very fresh."

"So that's the case. This is not surprising." The High Priest nodded slightly.

"Please sit down first. I think I can help you answer some questions." Then he came to the podium, rummaged through the old cabinet tucked under the podium, and took out a yellowed leather book.

"This is a book that records the history of the church. I read it almost every day when I was young, and I still remember a lot of its contents. However, I rarely talk about these with the residents, so I may not remember them accurately now." He generously spread the book on the podium and flipped through it slightly.

"Here it is." He said, and stopped when he turned to a certain page.

"Do you know the history of this planet?"

"I know a little about it. It is said that it was built by people in the Fourth Era and has been passed down and preserved since then."

"That's true, but not much is known about it in the outside world." He nodded.

"If you have studied history, you must also understand the impact of His Highness on human civilization."

"Out of gratitude and remembrance, people built this planet in the Fourth Era and set rules to make the environment here as close to that of ancient Earth as possible."

"Why do you do this?" Tilan was puzzled.

"Because this is Her Highness's former hometown, her childhood and past that she misses."

"The more we understand His Highness, the more we understand the loneliness in His Highness' heart. The civilization of that era built this planet out of gratitude and return. The first batch of immigrants here were all extremely pious people. They came here to live in order to repay this gratitude."

"In other words, it's similar to guarding a grave?" Tilan asked.

"Although there are similarities, it is not appropriate to say this, because Her Highness is only in a deep sleep, not dead. We are just the ones guarding her dreams, quietly waiting for the day when Her Highness wakes up."

"I see." No wonder nothing has changed here even though there are more advanced technologies and techniques outside.

“Do the local residents know this?”

"Most of the residents' ancestors knew about it, but not many people know about it in modern times. According to your highness's teachings, we should not force this obligation on the next generation."

"If they want to leave and live in other star regions, they are free to do so."

"If one does not truly believe in it, the beauty gained through deception is no different from sin."

"I see..." When the girl was lost in thought, the priest began to ask her a question.

"Although it may be a little presumptuous, I still want to know, are you an angel who has descended to the earth?"

"Ah, this..." Tilan looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Why do you think so?"

The priest waved the star-shaped scepter in his hand lightly, and a slight breeze blew through the entire church. There seemed to be some exceptionally clear breath in it. When it touched the pews, walls, pulpit, and the priest himself in the church, they all flickered slightly, revealing faint golden particles.

However, when he passed through the girl in front of him, it seemed as if there was no hindrance and he passed through her body.

"The human soul is flawed. After all, the soul is a special product of the interaction between the ontological world and the Ekakar particles, and it is also formed slowly after birth."

"But you have no such flaws in you. You are so pure that even the cleansing wind has no effect on you."

"If every religion has its own miracles, then a pure conscious soul like yours is a miracle."

"This……"

"I don't know my exact origins either. It is precisely because I want to know that I came to this planet."

"So that's how it is." The priest's expression changed constantly, showing surprise, shock, doubt, hesitation, etc. It was quite complicated.

Then he took a few steps back.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I can't answer your questions."

"But I know of a place that should be able to help you answer your questions. It's the most prosperous city in the western part of the planet, Saint Casonas. There are many ancient documents preserved there, and there are many members of the cult guarding it."

"From your tone, you seem to be a little afraid of that place." Tilan was keenly aware of the emotions revealed in the other person's heart.

"Yes, if we, the priests of the country churches, are relatively peaceful and secular, then the members of the order in Santa Casonas are extremely extreme."

"Well, forget it. I won't hide it. I can only tell you that the religious personnel in the Granso star region are roughly divided into moderates and extremists. The churches in most cities are controlled by us moderates. However, our connections with each other are not close. We are not as united and powerful as the extremists."

"The extremists have many fanatical legions in Saint Casonas. This force has been passed down for thousands of years. They have been here since the Fifth Era to protect this planet from the destruction of war. They have made great contributions. I believe that it is because of such devout protection that Your Highness can sleep peacefully."

"Such historical achievements have intensified their fanaticism and have become very exclusive. If you want to go there, you'd better be well prepared."

"thank you, I know now."

(End of this chapter)