Miss Witch Doesn't Want to Become a Songstress-Chapter 205

Nighttime, rain pattered outside the window.

Sitting by the windowsill, Thilan wrote in her diary, feeling as though it had been a long time since she last had the leisure to jot down her thoughts.

Their travel vehicle had been destroyed, forcing them to temporarily stay on the outskirts of Lebion while waiting for a new one to be built. Yes, the new vehicle wasn’t being purchased from another region and shipped over. Instead, it was being jointly manufactured by the two major factions within Lebion.

Although they hadn’t built vehicles often in the past, it didn’t mean they lacked the expertise. It was just that, due to the environmental issues in Northern 2nd District, there wasn’t much demand for vehicles, so the production lines had gradually been sealed off and abandoned.

"Retrofitting the production line for mechs to build vehicles is no problem at all. Just give us some time," Brod had replied.

At the time, representatives from Black Hammer Heavy Industries were also present, offering to assist in the joint production.

The energy and power systems would be handled by Burning Iron, while the vehicle structure and protection would be managed by Black Hammer. They quickly divided the tasks.

Building the vehicle was an unexpected move to compensate Thilan and her group for their losses, but this collaboration also seemed to have become a turning point, easing the previously tense relationship between the two factions.

During their stay in Lebion, Thilan toured the industrial zones of both factions, gazing at the towering furnaces and reaction towers while listening to the workers recount the glorious history of the past.

The heavy hydraulic forging hammers shaped the glowing raw materials into various forms, which were then strengthened through numerous processes. Cooling water cascaded down, steam filled the air, and the boiling heat waves spread through the factory, alleviating the chill of the northern season.

Walking through the maze of steel pipes and the cacophony of machinery, there was a faint sense of security and satisfaction. Perhaps it was because the might of industry gave people the means to combat nature, rather than being helpless against it.

Though she regretted the environmental damage and pollution, Thilan couldn’t simply conclude that industrial development was wrong. Civilization needed this power; it was an inevitable path for societal progress. It was just that, during the urgent circumstances of the civil war, maintaining environmental balance hadn’t been a priority.

Leaning back in her chair, the girl paused her writing, and the black ink stopped flowing.

She suddenly recalled the documents she had seen yesterday in Burning Iron’s archives, which detailed the founding of the company and the story of its founder, a mech pilot from the 16th Squad of the Federation’s Third Fleet.

The Third Fleet had fought valiantly during the civil war. Precisely because of its elite status and strength, it had borne the most challenging tasks and fronts, buying precious time for the rear.

Heroes shouldn’t be forgotten. Although the fleet’s designation had once disappeared, the Federation had rebuilt the Third Fleet after the civil war. It was now the most elite and prestigious fleet in the Federation, stationed in the Central Star Region, guarding the heart of the Federation. As for the First and Second Fleets, having joined the opposition during the war, they were never rebuilt after their destruction. Perhaps later generations of Federation soldiers didn’t care for those designations.

Since the reunified Federation remembered the heroes of the war, why hadn’t the issues on Verdant Veil Planet been resolved? While it was a significant matter for the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region, for the powerful Federation, altering a planet’s environment shouldn’t be difficult.

At this thought, a hint of confusion arose in the girl’s heart, and her pen stopped.

It seemed the issues in the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region weren’t as simple as they appeared on the surface. After pondering for a moment, she continued writing.

Next was the matter of resolving the situation for the residents of Lebion. With the Northern 2nd District now barren and heavily polluted, staying here wasn’t a good option. However, hastily relocating them elsewhere also posed problems, such as how to ensure their survival. They couldn’t just let them beg on the streets.

Fortunately, the residents of Lebion didn’t differ much in accent and cultural habits from the outside world, making it easier for them to integrate into various regions. As long as they had suitable jobs, they could settle in without needing to establish a new city like Thousand Towers City had done.

If they were willing, she could help them find jobs, allowing them to sustain themselves and gradually integrate into local communities. As she thought this, she wrote down the tasks she needed to handle in the future.

However, not everyone would be willing to abandon their former identities and scatter like atoms into other cities, especially members of the two major industrial groups.

How should these people be accommodated, or how could their problems be solved?

The girl pondered carefully. Changing Verdant Veil’s environment wasn’t something that could be done overnight. Staying here was definitely not an option, as even if others wanted to help, the distance and environmental issues would make it difficult.

It seemed the only choice was to leave. But where should they go? Build another city? She had already applied once. T2-grade AIs were expensive, and applying again felt a bit shameless, even though the academy and government might approve it given her status as a Songstress. Still, it felt excessive.

She could only ask her uncle if he needed more people. Perhaps they could use help in completing the city’s construction.

After organizing the recent issues, the girl felt a bit more at ease. Then her attention turned back to her companions on this journey.

Valk and Phyllis—they definitely knew her identity by now. Thanks to their cover, the other companions probably still didn’t know. But Dolores... she seemed to have noticed something. Thinking of her friend, the young lady from a wealthy family, Thilan couldn’t help but shake her head slightly, feeling a bit guilty and uneasy.

Should she tell her the truth? Keeping it hidden wasn’t something a good friend should do, but revealing it so abruptly also felt inappropriate. She decided to wait a little longer. It was surprising how decisive she could be about major issues in Lebion, yet so hesitant when it came to personal matters with her friends.

She could only take it one step at a time.

Slowly, the girl put down her pen and looked over the several pages of writing. After reviewing them to ensure nothing was missed, she closed the diary and stored it in her dimensional space.

“Dimensional abilities were so convenient. Thank you, sister, for this gift,” the girl thought with a small sense of gratitude.

Jumping down from the chair, she walked out of the room. The sound of rain grew louder in the corridor, and some mist drifted through the open windows, landing on her skin with a cool sensation.

The mansion’s architecture was quite retro, with iron floral lamps lining the corridor, casting a warm glow. It was past 9 PM, and everyone had finished dinner. Thilan could hear the lively laughter coming from a nearby room, likely from a card game.

Not wanting to disturb them for now, Thilan stood by the window, watching the rain in the courtyard. The sparse raindrops splashed on the ground, creating ripples before the water flowed away through the drainage pipes. The world became very quiet, a feeling hard to experience in a bustling city.

In the city, the night was even more vibrant and chaotic than the day. Streets filled with neon lights, colorful billboards, and large screens painted the night with endless excitement, constantly bombarding people with information.

But here, there were no extra sounds or lights, only the faint sound of rain in the courtyard and the occasional rustle of wind carrying mist.

It was soothing. Standing in the corridor listening to the rain was incredibly relaxing, as if she had merged into the sound of the rain, free from the complexities of human hearts and various worries.

And so, the black-haired girl leaned lightly against the corridor wall, her hands resting behind her, closing her eyes and quietly feeling the rain falling into the courtyard before flowing away.

The tiny waves of water were cool, quietly flowing through her heart.