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

Chapter 741 Black Book of Prophecy

The rustling sound of pages turning, inside the tall auditorium, it was as if a thousand books were turning at the same time, the sound of wind and the sound of paper pages rang out together.

In the middle of the auditorium, a beam of light with a holy halo shone down and fell on the gray-blue stone tablet in the middle. The gold-plated words were engraved, shining brightly, and then the pages of the book in front of the stone tablet also stopped at a certain moment.

The beginning of the book's header reads "The Year of the Promise, 1270 of the Sixth Era"

This line of words seemed to be burning with golden flames, and then turned into plain black words. After that, lines of words also burning with golden flames appeared below.

"Ancient Stars"

"Turning Destiny"

"Three keys to unlock"

Flowers that never fade

"I will definitely bloom in your eyes"

"The Winds of the Four Seasons"

"Please sing for me"

"Singing of the hero who wields the spear of fire"

"Singing about the witch who sank into the deep sea"

"Singing the Three Saints United"

"Sing the steel sonata that has stopped turning"

"Waking up in the morning sun again and again"

"Take a hesitant step forward"

"Tears and joy interweave into a colorful canvas"

"Singing the Rebirth of Life"

……

After each line of handwriting was burned by the golden flames, it gradually became dim, as if it had been washed away by time, quickly fading and fading, leaving only yellowed handwriting on the pages.

The invisible brushstrokes continued to move downwards, and new silver characters appeared, as if all kinds of agile fairies were flying over the characters and then quickly disappeared.

"This is the chronicle of the world."

"There is a song I want to sing"

"There is a hill I want to protect"

"There is a rose I want to admire"

"There is a war I want to end"

"This is the black prophecy book."

"Singing with the mournful cries of seven kingfishers"

"A white kite with wings as pure as a painting has fallen from the sky."

"The flame-feathered bird with orange-red feathers like fire is pierced by a sharp arrow."

"The bone owl, whose body was as black as the night, was crushed by the falling rocks."

"The bird that has left the branch, with its brows and feathers as dark as black, sheds tears for being abandoned."

"The seabird that sailed through the waves broke its wings for protection."

"The golden bird ran towards the scorching sun and died of exhaustion."

"The silver bird with a beautiful silver crown died young because of singing."

"Red and purple are entangled with each other"

"The thorns will eventually become cursed wounds"

"Turning into a Weeping Gall"

"Beautiful things...ugly things..."

"A wise thing... a foolish thing..."

"The strong... the weak..."

"Black and white meteors embrace each other and streak towards the horizon of doomsday"

"This is the last and the first story"

"The song of the end resounds throughout the universe"

……

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On July 7, sad news spread like a bird from the Hemu star field to all the major star fields.

As the most powerful singer in the Rose Federation, Blanche, the 'Ten-Pointed Sun', passed away with her eyes closed in the auditorium of the Rose Palace.

This singer was like a bright sun across the sky, illuminating the western land. Her achievements were remembered by the residents of the entire western star region.

After receiving the news, people from all walks of life in the Rose Federation were in disbelief, but soon afterwards the Golden Flame Cathedral officially announced the obituary, and all major star regions and star fields lowered their flags and held a mourning ceremony. This was the largest mourning event held by the Federation for the singer after Emuraline of the Cobalt Tears.

Many people were puzzled about Blanche's departure. After all, she was too young, and was far from dying of old age. However, the specific reason was kept secret by the upper echelons of the Western Star Region. They only explained that Blanche was ill from overwork, and before her death, Blanche had given many speeches and arrangements based on her premonition, which ensured that the Western Star Region continued to operate stably after her departure and did not collapse immediately.

On August 8, a grand memorial ceremony was held in the Hemu star field. At the ceremony, the young singer from the Western star field, 'Topaz Lycoris' Arosa, held Blanche's ash casket in her hands. Protected by a group of singers, it was placed in the Golden Mang Hall, which was built for the soldiers who died in the Federal Civil War ten years ago. Now Blanche is buried in the coffin in the middle of the hall.

The entire ceremony was broadcast live or re-broadcasted in all inhabited star stations in the Western Star Region and even on distant starships. Trillions of residents watched and mourned at the same time, and the sound of weeping never stopped.

Even after the mourning ceremony, there were still many people who could not believe that such a young and powerful Sunday-level singer would die so prematurely. More people believed that this was because Blanche had left an incurable hidden injury in the battle ten years ago, but it had not been announced to the public over the years in order not to affect the development of the Western Star Region.

This statement was quickly recognized by people from all walks of life. After all, Blanche's speed of advancement was too bizarre, far exceeding previous records. If it was at no cost, it would be puzzling. However, many people did not know what secret technique could allow the singer to advance so quickly. This has become a secret that some people are eager to know.

After Blanche passed away, the ten-year-old singer 'Topaz Lycoris' Arosa took her place. According to Blanche's arrangement, there are now three forces surrounding Arosa to protect her until she is truly able to rule.

The first party is the "Prince's Court" composed of representatives from various star regions in the Western Star Region, who represent the local forces of each star region. The second party is the "Leader's Court" composed of officer representatives from the Western Star Region, who represent the will of each fleet.

The third party is the 'Holy Choir' composed of priests and singers of the cult, led by the 'Seven Virtues' and surrounded by a new generation of singers.

Taking into account the different strengths of the three parties, more than half of the guards on Arosa's side are from the church, used to check and balance the overly powerful 'Holy Court'. After all, for the 'Holy Song Court', they can only have a foothold if Arosa is alive, and the expansion of their influence also requires Arosa's cooperation.

As for the 'Captain's Court', Blanche made careful staffing arrangements before her death, ensuring that the entire upper echelon and most of the middle echelons were loyal people. With their support for Arosa, the many noises and uneasy people in the Western Star Region could be suppressed. However, these people would eventually age and be replaced, and after about 20 years, Arosa herself would have to arrange trustworthy personnel to take over.

"It's time to study, Your Highness Arosa."

In the pure white palace decorated with bright yellow cloth, a dozen maids surrounded the girl in the middle and asked her to go to a quiet side hall where a special teacher was already waiting.

"Good morning, Teacher Musen." The girl lifted her small skirt slightly, saluted in a standard posture, then sat on her bench with her back straight.

"Good morning, Her Highness Arosa." The old man with a white beard returned the greeting and then spoke with a kind face.

"Today I will explain to you the history of the founding of the Federation and the various difficulties encountered in this process."

"Thank you~" Arosa replied sweetly. Although the singing talent of a singer has not been fully mastered yet, such a childish voice has its own charm.

……

"…At the end of the war, the war entered its most difficult period. Although Her Highness Isanissa was strong and determined, she could not endure the fatigue of fighting against the multiple dark suns."

"At this critical moment, a hero was born. He drove the legacy excavated from the ancient Mechanical Council and rushed towards the powerful black sun. He pierced the majestic sun with a spiral flaming spear, ending the most powerful enemy of the Federation's pioneering era."

"What's the name of that hero?" Arosa asked curiously.

"His name is 'Adam Hughes'."

"A name with some religious connotations." Arosa tilted her head in thought.

"Yes, the word Adam refers to the first human in the ancient primitive religion of Earth. In fact, many scholars have speculated that the name of the hero has never been found, but in order to make this legend less regrettable and better promoted, they artificially gave him this name."

"Does that mean that no one knows his real name?" Arosa blinked.

"That's right, heroes are powerful because they are nameless. Heroes without names have no weaknesses and will never be slandered or tarnished." The old man with white beard said these philosophical words.

Unfortunately, this teaching did not satisfy the maids who were listening on one side of the hall.

"Lord Mussen, please do not teach Her Highness Alosa anything that is too obscure and can easily cause ambiguity."

"Oh, okay, okay, I get it." He waved his hand somewhat disappointedly.

In the following time, he continued to explain to Arosa the history of the war and federal development in that dark age until the music for the end of get out of class sounded.

"Oh, the time is up so soon. I guess I have to wait until tomorrow to continue telling little Arosa the story I just told her." Mussen raised his eyebrows to tease the girl, then closed the book.

"Thank you Mr. Musen for your teaching." Hearing the end of get out of class, Arosa felt a little reluctant, but she quickly adjusted herself.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Mussen packed up his things and waved goodbye to Arosa who was about to leave.

Leaving the study wing, Arosa continued to walk through the corridor under the protection of a group of maids. Many potted plants could be seen on the walls on both sides of the corridor, including small bright yellow Lycoris, star-like golden sun grass, and a huge half-length portrait of Blanche. Every time Arosa passed by, she would stop for a while.

"Good afternoon, Sister Blanche. I hope Arosa has eaten and studied well today." Then she went forward again with the maids.

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Four-leaf Crystal Star Region, Emerald Skirt, South Area 1.

Tilan, who had just attended the celebration ceremony of Edes Academy, returned to her residence. It was already afternoon and it was drizzling outside.

The raindrops streaked across the glass, then disappeared, heading off into the unknown distance.

Standing by the window, Tilan held a cup of warm black tea and watched the gathering and dispersing of the raindrops with delicate eyes.

"Dolores." She called her friend's name.

"What's wrong?" Dolores was sitting on the sofa at this time. She took off her high heels with her hands, and then stepped on the carpet with her toes wrapped in black stockings.

If it were in the past, this young lady would definitely not do such a rude thing, but now her relationship with Tilan is very close, and she doesn't need to deliberately maintain her image.

"Remember when we were in school at Edes?"

"Yeah, I still remember." Dolores picked up the coffee on the coffee table with her fingers. Compared to tea, she liked coffee a little more.

"We were really young back then." Tilan's voice was filled with a hint of nostalgia, and then she turned around.

"When I first arrived at Edes Academy, I had no idea how to get along with everyone, and I even made some exaggerated speeches."

Leaning on the sofa, Dolores looked relaxed, sipping her coffee.

"Does Tilan feel that she was childish now? But in my eyes at that time, when Tilan stood on the stage and spoke, she looked glittering, with a hint of pure ideals in her youth. I had a good impression of you at that time."

Dolores put down her coffee, tiptoed on the carpet, and then stretched out her toes casually. She wanted to lean on the sofa and take a nap. She had accompanied Tilan to many activities today and was a little sleepy.

Seeing the unrestrained appearance of the young lady opposite her, Tilan wanted to laugh and felt a little relaxed. Perhaps now she didn't have to maintain anything as carefully as before.

Soon, Dolores leaned on the sofa and took a nap. Her black silk dress wrapped around her chest, rising and falling slightly, giving her a lazy and mature beauty.

Looking at Dolores' sleeping face, Tilan couldn't help but compare her with the young lady in her memory from high school. Although Dolores' temperament was a little more mature at that time, she still retained a hint of the youthful sweetness of a girl. Now her temperament is obviously more generous and lazy.

Time is slowly flowing...

She looked out the window again.

I didn't expect you to leave this world so soon. Maybe when I saw you that day, you were mentally prepared for this, Blanche.

The news of Blanche's death spread throughout the Federation. She found it difficult to accept after hearing the news. She might not feel it deeply at first, but in the past two months, she has always felt sad uncontrollably, just like some wines, which do not have any obvious reaction when you drink them, but the feeling will surge up again and again, constantly churning in your mind.

The familiar faces in the memory are fading away one by one. Blanche has passed away. Although Orles survived, she has lost all her memories of the past, like a newborn baby. The senior Ewenqilin, who I once revered, is now missing. Although Pulin has occasional contact, the other party and I will probably drift further and further apart.

When people are young, they are often immersed in experiencing the new world and all the joys of it, and they don’t realize that the scenery they see at that time may be the only beautiful scenery they will see in their lifetime.

Then, as time goes by, I suddenly look back one day and realize that many things, once they are gone, are gone forever, and there will be no return ticket like a train.

Although she and Blanche were good friends at school, they rarely spent time together alone. Most of the time they were in a group. It was not until now when she recalled the past that she realized that she did not really know Blanche.

Every seemingly ordinary person has his or her own story, but many times, no one records it or gives it great meaning, and in the end it is forgotten in the river of time, without any name.

(End of this chapter)