Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1383 63: A World Full of Heterogeneity

The great clock in the council chamber chimed. This newly completed clock tower has become the benchmark in the city, and many people adjust their clocks and schedules according to its markings.

"So, today's meeting concludes here."

The meeting was presided over by a female of the Fox-tail species, who stood, and the others also rose in succession, bowing to salute the girl sitting under the giant clock face, and then departed.

The polished stone walls displayed a delicate bluish color, with smooth copper hands, one large and one small, curving like hooks but ending as straight and sharp as a sword. The sun is both a clock and a symbol of time and history, its burning golden edges highlighting its power, positioned in the pattern's center. Inlaid upon the clock face are sparkling silver stars, each with crisscrossing trajectories that sweep across the clock ground, as though traversing a star river, their paths dusted with gradient silver powder that reflect a flowing spectrum under the light.

As a whole, there seem to be seven or eight meteors of varying sizes carrying brilliant, interwoven paths across the clock ground, shooting towards the far left corner, while on the clock face, the slightly dim golden branding patterns resemble a burning sun.

The metallic hues of copper and silver evoke a certain steampunk retro style, but their distinct outlines and three-dimensional structures make them more impactful than flat designs.

Although the Chasing Star Covenant is still relatively small, from this artistic emblem, one can glimpse the founders' vast vision and idealism, especially the several silver stars passing through the clock face, which seem to have a rending beauty that tears through the sun.

As people departed one after another, the figure sitting beneath this gigantic clock face did not rise. Today, Tilan was dressed in a solemn black formal dress, with only the cuffs adorned with slight rounded lace, making the style not overly cold and dark.

"Princess Hexia, someone wishes to see you." A bookkeeper from the Heshan Rescue Association stepped forward, inquiring softly.

"Since they are requesting to see me, they must be quite special." Ordinary people wanting to see her would likely have been stopped long ago because her time and energy are limited, and many minor matters are directly handled and resolved by her staff.

"Yes, one of them is a very well-known figure within the Grey Feather Species, whom they call the 'Grey-cloaked Scholar.' The other has brought a letter of introduction from the Butterfly Species, said to be an heir of the Northern sage." The bookkeeper replied.

"Did the two come together?" Tilan was curious.

"Yes, they did."

"I see, then let them come in." She happened to be free at the moment and was also curious as to why the 'Grey-cloaked Scholar,' who had consistently refused to show himself, chose this occasion to seek her audience.

When the Shilin Mountain Castle fell last year, even at the last moment, he did not appear, choosing instead to have his subordinates from the Grey Feather Species convey messages in his stead.

A few minutes later, the door to the council chamber opened again, and two figures stepped into the quiet and solemn hall. Contrary to what they had imagined, the hall was not filled with various guards; rather, it seemed somewhat too peaceful and empty.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, sunlight slanted through the small glass windows into the hall. The light could not completely fill the space, leaving significant transitions of light and shadow as it passed through the center aisle. The girl sitting under the high throne seemed half-shrouded in shadow, except the elevated ground a few steps in front of her, which refracted shimmering colors under the sunlight.

The two arrived at the open space in front of the steps and stopped, though one side was dazzled by the sunlight, they were gradually able to discern the girl beneath the high throne chair.

For these two seeing Hexia for the first time, this girl appeared almost too young. Her fair and clean cheeks seemed to bear a hint of youthful fuzz under the light, and only parts of her slender fingers extended from the wide sleeves. It was hard to imagine these fingers could grip the sword edge that slew the Wolf Blood Queen. The only reassurance the two had was her serene, jet-black hair, which seemed to narrate a long history and some cold reality.

The two bent in succession, bowing to this girl in courtesy, then raised their heads to explain their purpose.

"Princess Hexia, my name is Lindsay, from the distant realm of the Northern Frozen Soil," the red-brown-haired man introduced himself, one hand across his chest and the other naturally extended.

According to the letter of introduction delivered just now, Tilan knew this man and the purple-clad woman she had rescued in the Wolf Blood King Camp were both apprentices of the previous 'sage.'

The girl nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to the robust Grey Feather Species elder beside him, whom was said to be the 'Grey-cloaked Scholar.' This appearance was somewhat unexpected but made perfect sense upon reflection.

The 'Grey-cloaked Scholar', in his youth, had traveled to many places, and it wasn't until later in life that he returned to the Shilin Mountain Castle to build the city in the mountains, gradually fostering the prosperity of the Grey Feather Species. An individual with such ambition and initiative should indeed be a sturdy old man rather than a frail, white-bearded figure.

"Hello, Grey-cloaked Scholar." Tilan expressed a form of respect, as the impressions the Grey Feather Species left on her during her time residing at Shilin Mountain Castle were fairly favorable.

After a brief familiarization, Tilan had the guards at the door bring over two chairs for the two to sit and talk, as she had a feeling that this conversation would take quite some time.

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The sunlight in the hall slowly rotated, and by the time it reached noon, there was no direct light shining in. However, it was not dim; the bright blue sky could be seen through the small windows on the walls.