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

Chapter 585: A Figure in the Rose Bush
The grand song and dance performance was held in the Golden Hall of Cuiyue Star Domain, and many dignitaries, top wealthy people, and celebrities from the Central Star Domain attended the event.

There are hundreds of dancers wearing feather-decorated long skirts. Each of them is a carefully selected beauty. Each of their skirts is made of rare and special feathers from extraordinary birds. One of these skirts may be worth millions, and there are 2016 such dancers.

The vibrating sound of drums rang out on the scene. Rather than playing it through speakers, the tone of this real instrument was more layered and impactful. Then, 1,200 advanced violinists standing on the steps on both sides pulled their bows in unison, and a grand melody sounded on the scene.

The trombones arranged in two rows were raised and played, and the huge golden-red curtain was slowly drawn open. Amidst the intense anticipation of everyone, the silver-haired singer in a long dress of white gauze and golden branches slowly walked out. At that moment, ripples spread like flowing water. Her eyes swept across the audience, as if everyone was "seen" by her. This feeling of spiritual consciousness being blown by the wind made many people present dizzy, and of course, they were dizzy with extreme joy.

Because this phenomenon shows that this singer has officially entered the Moon Level stage, and can communicate directly with thousands of people at the same time, even across hundreds of kilometers, and see everything she wants to know through the resonance of consciousness.

With her white gauze and silver hair, her appearance was like silver snow from the sky, incomparable. Just by standing there, she became the focus of everyone's attention.

Although the shocking changes that happened some time ago made the Central Parliament anxious and many members were surrounded, interrogated and questioned, and various news of unrest flew to official agencies like snowflakes, but today, in the largest music hall in the Cuiyue Star Domain, the appearance of 'Silver Sky Snow' Orlais brought comfort and hope to everyone.

There are Moon-level singers in the Federation at present, but in terms of age, fame, and talent, except for the semi-retired Ewen Qilin who is an insurmountable mountain, there are almost no other singers who can reach the level of Orlais. They are either promoted too late and their potential is exhausted, or they have strange personalities and cannot be accepted by the public, or they have various defects. For example, Ewen Qilin can hardly bear the burden placed on her by the Federation.

That’s why Orles’ promotion this time brought such a huge impact, and her promotion, like a shining silver star, temporarily stabilized the Federation.

There are too many reasons why it has such a big impact. First of all, the most questioning voice is that the Central Parliament is immoral and incompetent, so that the Federation has not had a Sunday-level singer to preside over the overall situation and balance the situation for many years. Orlais, who grew up in the central star field, responded very well to this argument.

Secondly, due to the long-term internal friction and infighting within the Central Council, its authority and control cannot deter the forces in various regional star fields. Although it is strong, it is not strong enough to convince people.

In addition, the situation is changing. Many marginal star regions saw the opportunity and were ready to take advantage of the unrest in the western star region to gradually break away from the influence of the Central Council and gain more independent power. However, due to Orlais' promotion, many local star region forces that had been interested in this have temporarily put aside their ideas and continue to wait and see.

After several days of discussion, the Central Council came up with a measure that was both severe yet mild in response to the unrest in the western star region.

The announcement stated that anyone who takes the lead in disrupting local order and disturbing the lives of others will be severely dealt with by the federal government, and anyone who dares to spread divisive speech, promote and implement such ideas will be wanted, arrested and punished by the authorities.

At the same time, the Central Parliament passed a bill. In order to make up for the unfortunate death of the singer Blanche, the federal officials promised to give 3000 trillion subsidies to the western star regions every year, of which 30% would be directly distributed to local law-abiding residents, 30% would be used to build backward local infrastructure, and the remaining 40% would be used to subsidize various local industries. It was also announced that 127 special patents that had been nationalized in the past fifty years would be transferred to the governments of various western star regions. All local companies can use them free of charge. This measure will bring in a large amount of construction investment from foreign institutions.

Just looking at this compensatory policy measure, it can be said that it is the most luxurious and generous one in the past two hundred years of the Central Parliament. It also deeply solves the various problems that originally accumulated in the Western Star Region. It can be said that it is sincere. Representatives from other local star regions are envious when they see it.

After this announcement was issued, the situation that was originally like adding fuel to the fire was suddenly extinguished for the most part, and many star regions that had followed suit began to calm down, because the announcement stated that subsidies would be issued successively according to the degree of stability of each star region.

Didn't you rebel because you were treated badly and unfairly? Now that you have been given the subsidies you wanted and fairness, what reason do you have to risk your life to start a riot?

After all, idealists are a minority, while those who seek profit and avoid harm are the majority in society.

After the authorities continued to dispatch military and police patrols and arrest those who were leading the commotion, many people began to calm down and thought about accepting such generous conditions for recruitment and giving up the idea of ​​becoming independent.

The flames that originally swept across the western star field were quickly ignited and extinguished again. In just a few days, the development of the matter was full of twists and turns. At this time, the news that Blanche survived was still kept secret, and only a very few people knew about it.

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A secret base in an unknown star region.

This place is located underground, with various buildings, most of which are magnificent and tall. Members of the cult dressed in white robes can be seen everywhere, with hollow sun patterns printed on their backs, which is the emblem of the new generation of 'Sun of Divine Wings'.

At the deepest part of this magnificent building complex are two upright door-shaped stone tablets, about a kilometer high. On the magnificent and bluish stone tablets are carved two angels standing opposite each other. One of them holds a sword of fire snake, clasped in front of her chest, and the other holds a water bottle in both hands, raised to the shoulder. The carved water flows freely.

Two stone tablets stood side by side, with a narrow passage in the middle. Under the passage, a group of people were like tiny ants, lined up in a line and moving forward slowly.

Laguier, wearing a cloak and hood, walked in the team holding Blanche wrapped in snow-white star gauze. Leading the team were two white-robed priests holding candlelight staffs. They were all extraordinary beings of Angel Sequence 7. The orange candlelight on the top of the staff brought a little warmth to the empty and cold underground. From time to time, pale yellow fireflies floated out and brushed against the people following behind them, protecting them from the cold and keeping them mentally stable and calm.

In front of the road, there stands a white square stone platform about 100 meters high. On the platform stands a huge circular sculpture that resembles the sun. This "circular sun" quietly burns with a pale flame, illuminating the world behind the giant stone tablet.

As the team approached the stone platform step by step, they felt warmer and warmer, as if a gentle and quiet power was brushing against their souls, calming everyone down.

At this time, Blanche in Laguier's arms also opened her eyes slightly and gradually woke up.

"This is...where." Her voice was very weak, and her fingers were clasping La Guier's arm, as if she was trying to hold on to support herself.

"Don't move for now." La Guier comforted her, then held her and continued to walk slowly forward.

When everyone passed by the stone platform, their vision that was originally blocked by the firelight suddenly became clear, and standing in front of them was a huge relief portrait about a kilometer high.

Judging from the appearance and features of the person in the portrait, this person is undoubtedly the most special one in Siyuan Junior High School. However, the image of this 'Pure Wind of Change' in the painting is particularly different. She has quiet and clear crimson eyes, her long black hair is combed elegantly and straight, and she is wearing a red and black Gothic long skirt. The hem of the skirt is decorated with red roses and black pleats arranged in alternating layers, giving it an exceptionally gorgeous beauty.

It is said that this prince has many forms, and the one depicted in the painting before us is the 'True Crimson Wings·Loranhill' that appears as a Devil Sequence 9.

The 'Blood Court' of the Fourth Age worshipped Loranhill in this form, in contrast to the image of 'Cradle Wings Loranhill' that is currently praised by the mainstream factions.

"We're here." A member of the accompanying cult spoke up, and then everyone gradually stopped.

They first bowed reverently before the portrait, praising its name and great deeds, then raised their bodies and continued forward. Under the huge portrait was a large magic circle prepared for the ceremony.

The square, which is several hundred meters wide, is crisscrossed with many gullies, and in the center of the square, there is a clear pool with slightly reddish liquid rippling in it, as light red as cherries.

"It's here." Laguier carefully put Blanche down, then lifted her up slightly so that she could see the pool in front of her and the huge portrait on the mountain.

"Greetings to His Highness first." Under Laguile's instruction, Blanche saluted the girl in the portrait, then knelt on the ground and took a short breath to rest.

Her current body can only be considered to be barely maintaining its condition and may fall apart at any time. It can be said that any slight disturbance may cost her life.

"We will hold a ceremony afterwards, and then you just need to lie down in the pool slowly." Laguier told Blanche the next steps.

"Soak in the red glazed water prepared for this ritual, and your injuries will heal quickly. The ritual we will perform later will also slowly heal the damage to your soul."

"The process will be quite long. If you feel tired during the process, you can sleep. Don't worry, the whole ceremony is very safe and stable. You should know that the power of such a ceremony comes from the most gentle original being. I believe that His power will make you better."

"I understand." At this time, Blanche didn't have the energy to ask more questions. She just supported her body and waited slowly.

Several accompanying priests stood in various directions, and then the gullies in the magic circle on the ground lit up one by one. If you look down from the sky, the magic circle contains many patterns such as stars, flowers, air currents, etc.

As one of the pillars of the Sun Crown, the Archangel of Wind is the ruler of many fields. As long as the method is right, her power can be used to a certain extent.

"The winds from all directions are playing here..."

"We swear with our flawless and sincere faith that we will restore order and justice here, always remember our own nobility and purity, do not associate with the despicable, do not associate with chaos, follow your motto and teachings, use your gentleness to gallop across the world, hold the flaming sword to cut through the thorns, and create a beautiful garden with thousands of flowers in full bloom..."

Unlike mainstream prayers today, the words used in this prayer are more vivid and gorgeous, like a canvas painted in bright red and black, not sparing blood and killing to achieve great things.

As prayers were recited, gusts of wind were heard, and air currents passed through the underground base. Wind chimes rang under the eaves of many buildings, and the wind blew over the huge stone tablet and passed through the narrow gap in the middle. The wind speed increased due to the narrow channel effect, and the robes of many priests present were blown up.

Laguier and the priests clasped their hands together, closed their eyes and prayed. The wind became louder and louder, and the originally quiet pool formed a whirlpool with rippling waves. Blanche fell in the middle of the whirlpool and slowly sank into the water. She thought it was uncomfortable to breathe, but when the liquid entered her lungs and body, she did not feel uncomfortable, as if there was oxygen in it, and it was extra light. If you fill a balloon with such water, it can also fly.

Blanche was a little confused as to why the liquid didn't evaporate and disappear directly, but at this moment she just felt a little sleepy, and the pain and weakness in her body were soothed by a faint feeling of coolness.

The ceremony went on minute by minute. The patterns of light gradually lit up on the empty square, and wisps of light red silk threads rose up. These silk threads were not solid, but more like free points of light.

As the silk threads swayed and moved in the wind, a three-dimensional scene slowly took shape, which seemed like a courtyard filled with vines, flowers, and ears of grain. Then, when the breeze blew, the drooping branches and flowers outlined by the red threads swayed slightly.

Finally, in this quiet courtyard of vines and flowers, a blood-red fruit slowly condensed. Its scarlet color seemed to contain some kind of toxin. When it appeared, the entire courtyard was ablaze with a light golden light. Then the entire virtual courtyard disappeared, leaving only the scarlet blood-red fruit falling, emitting an alluring red fragrance.

"It appeared. The scarlet fruit made of abundance, poison, blood, purity, and various powers." Laguier looked up and focused on the blessing that was coming.

Although it was a ceremony presided over by them, it was the first time they had seen such a fruit of grace. Praying to the Four Primordials was not something that could be accomplished easily. As the Four Primordials who once supported the Sun Crown, they were born with the ability to sense people's wishes. If this wish was a thought or desire in the subconscious of many people and was in line with the character tendencies of the Four Primordials, the sleeping Four Primordials would respond and bestow grace.

To some extent, the four original beings are indeed the guardians of human civilization. However, similar prayers have only been successful a few times in thousands of years. This time, it was precisely because the members of the cult sensed the possibility of success that they dared to show up and contact Blanche and others.

In their view, since the four original beings responded, it represented some kind of guidance from destiny.

The blood-red fruit slowly fell into the water and melted in an instant, turning the entire pool bright red. Then, the thousands of overlapping red whirlpools continued to spin, gradually seeping into Blanche's body and beginning to repair her body, consciousness, and soul.

In her dream, Blanche felt as if she was running in a courtyard full of blood-red roses. The scenery here was beautiful and there was a faint floral scent in the air, but the thorns on the branches along the way also scratched her arms and legs, causing slight wounds and pain.

She kept pushing aside the rose bushes that blocked the road, and the breeze that blew past made the wound slightly cool and slowly healed.

Just like that, in the process of being constantly hurt and healing, Blanche felt her body becoming lighter, and certain troublesome and tangled things gradually dissipated. The whole person, both her consciousness and body, became ethereal and clear, without any distractions, and extremely light.

Slowly, she began to see the end of the flower garden. Among the flowers, plants and white stone pillars, there seemed to be a figure sitting under the vine trellis.

Finally, she used her hands to push aside the last bunch of thorny rose branches, passed through the isolating vines, and saw the figure with his back to her. The other person was wearing a black dress and sitting at a white round table. When Blanche struggled awkwardly to break free from the thorns of the flowers, the other person also slowly turned around.

What a pair of clear and gorgeous eyes they were, as if there were thousands of layers of different reds in them. This reminded Blanche of the glass she played with when she was a child. When it was placed under the sun, she could see all kinds of deflected and layered colors through the irregular pieces of glass.

The other person has long straight silky hair and wears a black and red long skirt. The black satin folds are elegant, while the red rose decorations highlight an aggressive vitality.

"You are..." Blanche stretched out her hand. She felt that she must have seen this girl somewhere, but her memory was now as hazy and blurred as if covered by a veil.

Maybe it was because she was dreaming, Blanche slowly realized.

The girl smiled at Blanche and said, "You can call me Lacey."

"Yeah." Blanche felt that everything in front of her was a little dreamy, and as if followed by some inertia and unknown voice, she slowly walked to the girl and sat down.

Across from her, the girl who called herself 'Lacey' slowly poured Blanche some black tea from the teapot and placed it in front of her.

"Do you know the story of the 'True Crimson Empire'? At that time, humans chose the power called 'Devil' in order to survive." Lacey talked about the history that Blanche had some impression of.

"That's something that happened in the First Era," Blanche responded. In today's education in the Federation, the history of the First Era is not covered much, and it is only briefly mentioned.

"Well, history repeats itself again and again, and there are always many similarities." There was a hint of vicissitudes and sadness in the other party's words.

"Do you really want to take this power? There is no gift without a price in the world. For individuals, it will not make you happy, but will bring more pain, and you may even die before many of your peers." The girl told her the choice she faced.

"I do." Blanche was also surprised at her own decision, and the answer seemed to come directly from somewhere deep within her body and mind.

Yes, compared to her own suffering, hundreds of millions of people are still crying and holding back their pain. If only sacrificing her can save the situation and change the fate of countless people, she thinks it is worth it.

During the years since she became a singer, she received countless letters from people in remote places, many of which were handwritten, telling her what was happening in various places. Among them were distress, complaints, discomfort, and blessings. In every line of handwriting, Blanche seemed to be able to see the figures struggling with their fate.

She is no longer the innocent child. She has seen the huge disparity in the world. She no longer believes that things gained through compromise can bring happiness. Anything given by others can be taken away at any time. Happiness should be built on something more solid, not on the promises and pity of others.

The girl opposite looked at Blanche quietly and nodded slightly.

"It seems that you have made up your mind, so I won't stop you anymore."

"Drink this cup of tea, and you will have ten years to shine."

Blanche held the teacup and drank it slowly with trembling fingers. The liquid in the cup was neither sweet nor warm. It seemed to be poisonous. It felt like a knife cutting her throat and her stomach was painful when she drank it.

Almost immediately after she finished drinking, Blanche fell to the ground, holding her body in severe pain and twitching. She felt as if there were cold, thin knives moving inside her body, cutting off various parts of her body, as if her body were being dismembered.

In reality, Laguier watched Blanche in the pool undergo amazing changes. Her body shattered like foam, turned into blood, and merged into the water. The snow-white star-shaped gauze that was originally draped on Blanche was also spinning in the water, with nothing in between.

"How could this happen..." Laguier was nervous and uneasy.

Just when the priests were extremely nervous, the pool changed again. The originally rotating blood-red liquid condensed to the middle in an instant, and then Blanche's figure reappeared, as if her body had been reshaped. At this time, the water became clear and transparent, without any blood color.

Half a minute later, Laguier helped Blanche out of the pool and wrapped her in the snow-white star-shaped gauze again.

"How was it?" She wanted to know whether the ritual had succeeded or failed.

"Cough cough..." Blanche coughed out the water in her chest and recovered after a while. Although she was still a little uncomfortable, her condition had never been so good. Her body was very light and she could see many things clearly.

"It should have worked." She slowly raised her head until she saw the huge portrait on the mountain wall. The girl's temperament and appearance were almost exactly the same as the girl she saw in her dream.

"Laguier, you know."

"Ok?"

“I may have seen a miracle.”

"That is?"

"That is the power that can change your destiny." Blanche slowly closed her eyes and opened them again.

"Let's go back. I think everyone has been waiting for a long time."

Although Blanche did not explain what she saw, Laguerre could feel that the singing girl in his arms had undergone a tremendous change in both her will and temperament, as if she had shed her immaturity overnight and become resolute and mature.

(End of this chapter)