Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1376 58: Celestia's Invitation (Part 2)

If she can take control of the entire Federation and reopen the genetic legislation, only then will the Silver Wings species have a chance to continue their lineage.

Although Tilan did not directly agree, this kind of response also made Celestia rather happy because from now on, she didn't have to hide or mask her words. Having lived in a nurturing environment, educated well, she found lying quite a psychological burden.

Circling around Tilan twice, Celestia seemed to remember something.

"I really want to take you to 'Silver Bird Court' where I live, but I have to discuss it with the City Lord sister first because, according to the rules, we can't reveal the location of the Sky Courtyard to outsiders."

"Actually, there's no need to rush." Tilan reckoned she could see through Celestia's pure-hearted nature, such secretive information, under normal circumstances, shouldn't be disclosed to outsiders.

She didn't know what kind of social environment the Silver Wings species currently lived in, but from Celestia's personality, it seemed to be a rather friendly and beautiful environment.

After conversing in the air for quite a while, the four slowly left the chaotic area where the mechanical entities clashed, and at this moment, Celestia bid farewell to Tilan and the others, returning to the Sky Courtyard while Tilan, accompanied by Loloria and Ores, went to explore the crash site of the Slami Association's flying machine.

Although the mechanical entities on both sides were fiercely fighting, this engine-equipped vehicle hadn't received much attention after it crashed.

Flying several kilometers, Tilan arrived at the crash site of the flying machine.

"Looks like there's no saving it." Tilan's words carried a hint of helplessness.

In front of her were the scorched remnants of the flying vehicle, its main body fractured and twisted, with the interior charred black from high heat and explosions. The previously superluminal engine was now extinguished, just like any other roadside rock.

Should she transport it back, fiddle with it, and see if she could restore it? She contemplated her Talent Ability but was unsure if she could fix this hulk, given how complex it seemed.

However, how would she transport it back? She glanced at the engine, which was quite a bit taller than herself.

An hour later, the three of them were flying through the sky, slightly different this time; below Loloria dangled a large gray-black iron sphere, while Tilan and Ores flew side by side, holding hands.

"Iron ball, burnt black, like baked sweet potatoes." Ores pointed out, the shape of the iron sphere below reminded her of baked sweet potatoes, making her a bit hungry.

"Alright, I'll make baked sweet potatoes for you tonight." Tilan teased Ores's nose.

"Tilan, this engine is really heavy." Loloria clutched the straps below, her flying speed comparable to that of a typical small aircraft.

"Come on, Loloria is an Artificial Angel; you shouldn't get tired." Tilan replied with a smile.

"When we get back, Tilan should also make me something delicious." Loloria, too, wanted to be pampered like Ores.

"Do mechanical bodies also need to eat?"

"Of course, eating is also a form of entertainment, boosting happiness." Loloria said with notable seriousness.

"Alright, alright." Tilan understood she wasn't hungry, just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being cared for and doted on.

Thus, the three slowly returned to the camp.

When Flan saw the trio descend from the sky with a large iron sphere, he couldn't help but gape, utterly astonished, though he quickly adapted, having grown accustomed to the unexpected things Tilan brought with her.

In this camp, apart from Flan, there were a few Mouse-Ear Clan members and Chasing Star Covenant members, all of whom had followed Tilan to this Eastern Region.

"Is Hyacinth feeling better?" Tilan walked up to the tent where the injured were placed and inquired to the personnel remaining in the camp.

"After we retrieved the aircraft, we saw the note you left on it and placed her here for care." A Mouse-Ear Clan woman stood up; she was about 1.4 meters tall, slightly above average for her clan.

At this moment, several Mouse-Ear Clan members were patrolling the camp's surroundings. Seeing Tilan's return, they also saluted and bowed their heads. Though they weren't part of the Chasing Star Covenant, they held an instinctive respect for the leader of the covenant.

Upon entering the sanitized and orderly medical tent, Tilan saw the sleeping Hyacinth, whose armor and bloodstained clothes had been replaced with clean nightwear.

Tilan then checked her over again, and afterward, she took a seat on the chair beside the sickbed.

First, she closed her eyes. Her fingers pressed gently at her brow. After more than ten seconds, Tilan reopened her eyes, a trace of emerald particles flickering at the corners. Then she softly hummed a ballad, and under the Songstress Ability's influence, the surrounding atmosphere filled with emerald natural magic, causing a potted plant at the corner of the table to grow rapidly, bloom, and bear an orange-red fruit on its branch.

However, most of the magic was manipulated by Tilan, woven in the air like a musical score played on a harp. The melody, resembling the sound of wind chimes, resonated softly within the tent, while the soothing healing energy gently seeped into Hyacinth's body.

Compared to those fast-acting healing methods, this approach may be slower, but it almost has no side effects and can heal many internal and muscular hidden injuries. It is a rather advanced medical technique, even in the Wolf Blood King Camp, Tilan has never used it.

Gradually, a bit of color returned to Hyacinth's face, only then did Tilan slowly dissipate the floating natural magic particles in the air.

Soon, the green in her eyes faded away, returning to the usual deep blue, and the tent grew quiet again.

Stepping out of the tent, Tilan looked at everyone in the camp, still unaware of the situation on the front lines, thinking that now that the purpose of this expedition had been achieved, there was no need to take them deeper.

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"You want us to go back?" The people in the camp were surprised upon hearing of the order to return, because when they set out, it was evident that Tilan was very concerned about the fallen spaceship's remains.

"Yes, currently there's little meaning in advancing further, let's head back first." She nodded.

"We've gained what we came for, anyway," she pointed to the big iron ball outside the camp, charred as black ash.

"Just take it back with us."

"You all should have a good rest, it's been a tiring journey." She advised.

"Yes."

After a good night's rest, everyone packed up the next day and began their journey back; the big iron ball was also loaded onto a carriage.

"Do you really not need me to continue carrying it and fly back? It's really not tiring." Not being required today, Loloria felt a bit out of place.

"No need, there's no rush." Tilan shook her head, looking at the clear sky.

"This planet has many secrets. Even with an engine, it's not easy to fly out," knowing some truths, she wasn't anxious anymore.

"Things can't be rushed." It felt like she used to be quite anxious all the time, Tilan suddenly thought, her mindset became much calmer now.

"Let's go." Then everyone set off.

Along the way, Tilan occasionally asked Loloria about past affairs of the Fifth Epoch, sometimes taking notes and pondering, writing down some ideas and plans.

Thus, on the third day, Hyacinth finally woke up.

"Where am I?" She realized she seemed to be healed, not even a scratch left. With this thought, Hyacinth touched her ears.

The uplifted round ears were a bit soft, the cartilage inside intact, just as before, and the pain from being pierced during the battle felt like a dream.

"Did you heal me?" Hyacinth came before Tilan.

"Yes." Tilan put down the small booklet in her hand.

"Thank you, thank you." Having escaped death, Hyacinth gratefully bowed.

"It's alright now." Seeing her excitement, Tilan felt a sense of relief.

"After this, come back with us. Although the Iron Rat Kingdom is desolate now, the grassland where we are is quite peaceful and stable. According to the Messenger, quite a few Mouse-Ear Clan refugees are migrating here, and they will need your guidance and assistance." Tilan thought, there still needs to be a Mouse-Ear Clan leader to help manage the refugees, and Hyacinth was a suitable choice.

"I will do this job well." She was once the leader of the Guard Knight Order, so managing ordinary Mouse-Ear Clan people was no problem in terms of identity or ability.

On the subsequent journey, Tilan explained some regulations and arrangements of the Chasing Star Covenant to Hyacinth, who also asked many questions.

Such as how to treat different species, how to plan and coordinate, how to appease and handle common issues, how to balance various needs, and maintain fairness, etc.

Tilan had practiced much of what she had learned in the past half year, gaining a lot of insights, and this time while explaining to Hyacinth, she also sorted through everything, clarifying many details, gradually forming a system.

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Indeed, confidence and calmness come from understanding and controlling every detail, not from groundless mental victories.