Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1562 - 52: Song of the Stars Under the Moon (Part 3)
"Only in this way can we reach that sky."
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The roaring warships, like trains slowly starting, sail one by one out of the Star Harbor. Their hulls are straight, the sharp edges showcasing the beauty of industrial design, with verdant lines adorning the warships, complemented by the emblem of the ’Jade Dragon,’ as if thousands of giant dragons soar into the sky, heading to distant battlefields.
This is the first time the Southern Star Region has directly confronted the Federal Center. Although for many years, the two sides have long been divided in spirit, neither has broken this balance, maintaining basic decorum.
Once some things are done, there’s no turning back, and the countless onlookers in the Star Harbor also understood that once the ’Jade Dragon’ fleet set sail, the entire Southern Star Region could no longer thrive alone, enjoying peace quietly.
Facing the Federal Center with its many years of accumulated power requires enduring immense pressure, far beyond being bystanders and mediators, maneuvering between both sides in the past.
"Will we win?" someone asked, holding their partner’s hand, leaning together, gazing into the distance at the departing massive fleet.
"We will."
"If..." She did not know how to continue.
"If that day comes, will you regret it?" The person beside tightened their grip slightly in the other’s palm.
The woman closed her eyes in deep thought, finally opening them, showing a calm expression.
"No."
"So, let us support that highness until the very end."
"She will be the Federation’s last hope and everyone’s ultimate despair
——because she will shed tears for us ordinary birds."
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On the other side of the battlefield, Tilan sat on the Throne as well, already sensing the other side beginning to rise with the Crown.
’So, we’ve reached this step after all,’ her voice was extraordinarily soft, heard only by herself.
This girl in a white dress slowly lifted her head, her eyes seemingly penetrating the hundreds of thousands of miles of battlefield, seeing the red-haired songstress sitting opposite her.
Everyone moves forward with their own thoughts, unwilling to easily abandon their pride.
I’m just like you.
Tilan’s brow showed a dazzling silvery moonlight, then the ground beneath the Throne swiftly spread out with a silver-white radiance, covering the entire hall.
"Let’s begin as well."
"Yes, Your Highness." Nuns draped in silver gauze responded with bowed heads, hands clasped around candles in front of them, silver lights igniting in the hall like a myriad of stars, flickering endlessly.
Across the various Star Domains of the Southern Star Region, on each inhabited star and space, many Song Festivals sang in unison — songs of praise, gentle voices, firm words, singing tales never forgotten, the yearning for beauty in the hearts of living beings.
In this moment, the surroundings quieted down. Countless people closed their eyes, silently praying for the pure and gentle girl, and this pure-hearted prayer will ultimately reach the edge of the Milky Way.
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The bright moon sung by the stars, pure silver threads descended from the Aijieka Sea, emerging from countless voids, intertwining and winding around each other, overlapping layers, constructing a dreamy and splendid coronet in this void and cold deep space.
This is the living beings’ nostalgia for past times and their expectation for an unknown future. It traverses time and space, realizing the hope and despair in people’s hearts, this is
———— the Moon Crown shining with silver light.
In the Star Sea, the deep red sun and the silver moon confront each other from afar. They compete in this Star Sea, singing their respective ideal hymns.
