Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1557 - 50: Using Lives as Pigment (Part 2)
During the special period of wartime, the entire Western Star Region was cut off from the network, and countless residents unaware of the front-line situation could only silently pray at home, hoping for another near-miraculous victory like a decade ago. ππππ¦ππππππ·ππ.πΈπ°π
Hemu Star Domain, Sun Palace.
Arosa sat by the table, studying todayβs lesson, but she was obviously somewhat distracted, and her teacher also knew that the current situation was different from usual.
"Thatβs it for today, Arosa." The woman on the platform closed the book, looking at her softly.
"Ah, Iβm sorry, Teacher Masha, I was daydreaming." Arosa stood up.
"Itβs alright. Given the current situation, itβs already good that you can sit here." Masha walked off the platform, slightly comforting her, and then led Arosa to sit down together.
Their knees slightly touched, and Masha held Arosaβs hand, fingers intertwined, reassuring her significantly.
"Still worried about the current war situation?" Masha asked.
"Yes." Arosa nodded; she couldnβt remain calm.
"Worrying is normal, especially given the current circumstances." Masha continued.
"But if you wear yourself out, it might lead to greater panic."
"You donβt need to put more pressure on yourself. Even among the songstresses of the past, you belong to the diligent and resolute few."
"But..." Arosa thought about how her weakness led to countless deaths on the front line, feeling deeply saddened, with a tinge of sorrow in her voice.
Masha gently embraced her, feeling this junior like a fledgling, speaking softly and steadily.
"Donβt worry, donβt panic, donβt be sad. Embrace the tears and laughter peacefully. Since we can allow ourselves to laugh out loud, we should also allow ourselves to let the tears flow."
"Tears wonβt defeat us; they will only make us more determined to accept everything and move on."
Listening to Mashaβs gentle comfort by her ear, Arosaβs emotions gradually stabilized.
"I will stay strong and guard this place." She wiped her tears and sat up.
"This is where I grew up, where Sister Blanchi used to live, along with her portrait and resting place, so I will always protect it." As if cheering herself on, she kept speaking.
"Yes, you are a strong child and a proud junior for Blanchi." Masha held Arosaβs hand, calmly reassuring her, helping to ease her inner unease.
After a long time, Arosa calmed down and took Masha on a tour of the Sun Palace where they lived.
"Teacher Masha hasnβt been here long, always busy teaching me these days, hasnβt properly looked around here, right?"
"Iβve lived here for eight years, very familiar with everything, so let me show you around, teacher."
Masha nodded in agreement, and then the two strolled through the slightly vast palace.
This Sun Palace was built after Blanchi led the people of the Western Star Region to independence. The overall design, construction, later decorations, and interior artworks were all donated by the residents of the Western Star Region. It also embodies the beliefs of many and is considered a symbol of the current independence of the Western Star Region.
Walking through the polished marble corridors, numerous murals contributed by notable artists can be seen along the way. Thereβs a fleeting mechaβs heroic pose, a giant spaceship soaring from the barren earth, a marshal giving a speech in front of countless soldiers, two majestic fleets crossing paths in the starry sky, a grand crown unfurling slowly against the sun, and a damaged fleet entering the Central Star Domain.
These scenes commemorate the great moments of that era, reminding people of the hardship and greatness of the Western Star Regionβs independence.
"Finally, this one." At the end of the gallery, Arosa turned around.
She pressed a hand lightly against the wall, introducing the large portrait behind her to Masha. Because the painting was especially large, she couldnβt reach the frame below even if she raised her hand.
Upon hearing this, Masha subconsciously looked up, surprised by this portrait.
In the portrait, a blonde woman in a white dress stands in the breeze, surrounded by swaying silvergrass. These autumnal silvergrasses have pale golden stems and leaves, bowing in the wind and brushing against the hempen skirt. Their tenacity and simplicity complement each other, and the woman slightly lowers her head in the wind, holding a few freshly picked wildflowers in one hand and gently brushing aside her hair with the other, her lips hinting at a faint smile, naturally and relaxed.
The woman in the painting is undoubtedly Blanchi, but unlike the dignified, resolute, and loving Blanchi known by many in the Western Star Region, this portrayal presents Blanchiβs most untainted nature. Her original personality and self are passionately showcased in this painting, leaving a deep, unforgettable impression.
"Beautiful, isnβt it, Sister Blanchiβs portrait?" After several minutes of watching, Arosa finally broke the silence as Masha gazed at it.
"Yes, it has a memorable aura." Masha gathered her thoughts, finally moving her gaze away from the portrait.
Is this what a Sunshine-level Songstress is like? Even though she has long since passed, that unique aura and rhythm can still be seen in the portrait, leaving a lasting impression.
At this moment, Masha suddenly realized the profound gap between a Moon Level Songstress and a Sunshine-level Songstress, despite appearing as just a small difference.
Many said Blanchi became a Sunshine-level Songstress through shortcuts, but now, in Mashaβs heart, even if Blanchi shortened some of the conditions and time for advancement, what she displayed afterward, whether it was her character, determination, or resolve, was fully worthy of being a Sunshine-level Songstress of the Federation.
This songstress, born as unassuming as silvergrass, left a significant mark in the hearts of the residents of the entire Western Star Region with her deeds, like a brush of golden pigment spilled in everyoneβs hearts, teaching them resilience in dire straits.
The dyed songstresses, using themselves as pigments, brought various qualities and beliefsβ colors to people, making the civilization splendid and beautiful.
The Federal Centerβs fleet, majestic and supreme, moved like a mountain range across the sky, crushing, suppressing, and occupying the star domains of the Western Star Region one by one. Then these scarlet angels turned, heading toward the most central point of light on the star map.
Deep red arrows pointed to those small wordsββHemu Star Domainβ, now the base camp of the Western Star Region, once the fall of the Fifth Fleet.
Faced with such terrifying military pressure, many people felt heavy and oppressed. Even though the streets were not under control, many cities grew quieter, with eyes and figures lingering in front of screens, listening to the constant news from the front line.
If it werenβt for the great victory of the past, faced with such extreme military domination, many star domains might have surrendered, and many people would leave here without hesitation, heading to other safe and comfortable planets to live.
But precisely because of that great victory and the revival brought by Blanchi over a decade, many people still hold deep attachment and faith in this nation and land, believing it can overcome adversity and continue to resist resiliently until ultimate victory.
"Faith of this kind doesnβt arise from nothing; it must have a foundation in real events." In the bridge, Prin sat on the throne, overlooking the star map of changing light points below.
"I certainly know Blanchi left the seeds of faith in the people on this land." She raised a glass, with liquid as red as marrows swirling inside.
"However, I can also burn these seeds to ashes, letting the people on this land re-listen to the voice from the Federal Center." She poured the deep red liquid in front of her, spilling out in a semicircle arc.
"Just like using one color to cover another."
The wine flowed across the floor screen, dyeing the originally blue star map with a tinge of red.
