Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 726 Chariot Tracks

"That is to say, Orlesi and Tilan are still alive."

In the empty hall, a blonde woman sat on an upright throne, listening to the report of the person in front of her. Behind her was a golden mural about a hundred meters high, in which a beautiful sun was outlined with gilded silk threads. The whole mural looked solemn and sacred.

"Yes, Your Majesty Blanche." The person reporting answered respectfully.

"It's a good thing that they are alive."

Blanche today is very different from her past image. She wears a long dress of white gauze and gold thread, with a scorching sun mark between her eyebrows and golden vine patterns on her arms, with a faint glow flowing through them, symbolizing the huge gap between her and ordinary people.

Six years have passed since the conflict and civil war between the western and central parts of the Federation. Although the Western Star Region still belongs to the Federation, it is actually a country within a country with clear borders. There are restrictions and inspections on entry and exit with other regions in the Federation, and trade items are similar to imports and exports.

After the war, the federal central government made compensatory compensation to governments at all levels in the Western Star Region and exempted the licensing fees for the use of major patents in the Western Star Region for the next 50 years. The losses of giant companies that owned patents were offset by federal tax exemptions.

A lot can change in fifty years. Especially with the current situation of the Federation, it is hard to say whether there can be another fifty years of stability.

After finishing the questioning, Blanche asked the people in front of her to leave, and then the hall returned to silence.

In the past six years, thanks to the new government's efficient governance and fair and transparent business environment, the economy of the Western Star Region has developed rapidly, and the living conditions of residents in various regions have improved to varying degrees, which can be described as a thriving scene. These achievements have made Blanche's position in the Western Star Region more stable, the 27 star regions in the star region have united as one, and many people have rekindled their hopes and actively devoted themselves to various industries and fields.

In the eyes of many people, this will be the beginning of a glorious era, everything is moving forward steadily, and a bright future is beckoning.

But the upper echelons of the Western Star Region knew that Lady Blanche was not so happy, or rather, she felt a little sad about parting. This was not an illusion, but the songstress's own emotions would unconsciously affect the people around her, especially the more powerful the songstress was, the deeper the influence would be.

For this reason, in the past two years, Blanche has gradually reduced the frequency of her public appearances, and more often just listened to everyone's reports and discussions, and occasionally made decisions.

It’s a glorious era, but unfortunately I don’t have much time left.

Blanche raised her wrist slightly and looked at the faint golden lines on the skin beneath her wrist. She closed her eyes slightly and then opened them again. A golden seed sprouted out of thin air on the ground in front of her, then grew, and then grew into a small branch one meter high. One of the branches bloomed with beautiful flowers, and then produced a light golden fruit, until finally, the golden apple fell and was held in Blanche's hand.

As a singer followed by trillions of people, she is now vaguely similar to a god, possessing powers and strength that are unimaginable to ordinary people. She can descend on any planet in the Western Star Region at will and spy on the local people and things. She can also easily mobilize countless troops and rectify any gray corner of the Western Star Region that does not see the light. As long as she sits on the throne, there are no secrets in the entire Western Star Region, and all laws and policies can be promoted with the highest efficiency.

The Federation with a Sunday-class singer in charge and the Federation without a singer in charge are in completely different forms. The former can plow through the entire galaxy step by step and create the Sixth Era despite an extremely unfavorable start, while the latter can only watch the huge galactic civilization slowly stagnate and degenerate.

Managing such a vast territory and population is an extremely difficult task. It requires not only wise and strong leaders, reliable and loyal executors at all levels, but also educated and well-qualified citizens, fair judicial institutions, etc. Generally speaking, if a country can do one of these well, it is a good example in history. As the country grows larger, the requirements will only increase.

The "Original Heart" faction in the twilight era foresaw this outcome, believing that any system and policy would eventually have its limits, and that these limits would arrive quickly and could not be resolved. The exponentially increasing population would sooner or later burst this framework.

Entering the age of the starry sea, the first thing to be solved is how to make trillions, tens of trillions, hundreds of billions, and trillions of citizens have a unified recognition and sense of belonging, especially those who are separated by thousands or tens of thousands of light years and have not seen each other for almost hundreds of years, so that they can have common thinking and ideas.

In the early days of the Federation, the country's population was only tens of billions. In a thousand years, the Federation's population has actually expanded nearly a hundred times. This is the result of population stagnation due to wars and economic decline. If it follows the initial development trend, it would be reasonable for the Federation to have a population of hundreds of trillions at present.

As the population expands, it will bring about rapid economic development in the initial stage, but the imbalance in economic development will soon lead to a huge gap between the rich and the poor, and finally cause internal disharmony.

Although nominally all are citizens of the Federation, the rich and the poor may live completely different lives like two parallel lines that never intersect, and once gene editing technology is opened up, the rich will become even better, until finally the two groups become different races with reproductive isolation.

Among the senior officials of the Federation throughout the ages, there were many visionary leaders and singers who could sense the slowly approaching crisis. However, any idealist would feel desperate pressure to resolve the extremely complex and intertwined interest groups spread across hundreds of star fields and trillions of different groups. This was not a problem that mortals could solve, so they could only delay and maintain it until the emergence of the second-generation color-level singer Aimuraline, who relied on the civil war to clear the past of the Federation, and started anew with new vitality.

However, four hundred years have passed since the time of Amyraline, and everything seems to have come back again. Past problems are still resurfacing, the gap between the rich and the poor is widening, and the imbalance within civilization has caused various social problems. Citizens' trust in the Federation is also declining, which has finally led to the current division.

Yes, the actions of the Western Star Region have shaken the foundation of the Federation Central, but in the subsequent negotiations, other star regions and star fields in various places also played a role in fueling the situation. Why are the star region governors and local group forces unwilling to continue to support the decisions and rule of the Central Council? Perhaps it is because everyone is dissatisfied with the current situation.

Many people believe that their poverty is caused by the financial extraction and resource absorption of the Central Council, and many people in the Federal Central Star Region also believe that too much unnecessary support and aid spending has caused the central star region's tax revenue to be used not on its own citizens, but to be thrown into the unfillable hole outside, supporting a group of lazy people who only know how to eat relief.

In the end, they parted ways and everyone lived their own lives.

As six years passed, things did not get better as everyone expected. Except for the Western Star Region, which had a new government, new policies and the strong promotion of the Songstress, all other star regions experienced economic decline. The rise of trade protectionism caused many cross-star companies to go bankrupt, and many originally stable industries were forced to readjust their plans. The market segmentation and political instability caused the investment willingness of all parties to continue to decline.

At this point, even if someone wants to restore the situation to the past, it is no longer feasible. The current mainstream public opinion is that what was done in the past was not thorough enough, and that a complete reform is needed to break the inherent constraints in order to usher in new vitality.

It was also during these few years that various new and ancient thoughts and theories became active again, and openly appeared on many platforms and forums, discussed openly or covertly. Some local star regions also had an ambiguous attitude towards these thoughts and speeches, and did not completely suppress or clean them up, but allowed them to develop. Perhaps many authorities were also hesitating, looking for a possible way out.

"Turbulent years..." Blanche slowly closed her eyes and murmured these words.

Her life has entered the countdown, with more than three years left, so it is necessary to start planning her funeral.

In the past few years, the Western Star Region has conducted several large-scale screenings of singers' qualifications, with the aim of finding a singer who can take over her position as soon as possible, so that the Western Star Region can get through the next stage.

But fate is sometimes like playing hide-and-seek. It stands to reason that with such a huge population base in the Western Star Region, it would be normal to have a few more singers. However, in the past few years, no new singers have appeared, which cast a faint shadow on Blanche's heart.

In fact, she has gradually become indifferent to and accepted death, but it is really hard for her to accept that the situation she and the people of the Western Star Region have paid a huge price to create would fail because there is no successor to the singer.

If she couldn't find a suitable successor before she died, then she would have to choose another plan and ask that former classmate and friend for help. At least among all the singers she knew, only that figure could let her hand over everything with confidence. Change without change, this was all she could do in the end.

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Central star region, Molten Star Field, 'Vulcan'-K1793 habitable planet.

A shuttle broke into the atmosphere from the vast starry sky. With the vibration of the fuselage and the long deep red tail, the shuttle passed through the white clouds and entered the stable inner atmosphere.

The speed of the shuttle gradually slowed down, and the passengers sitting in the cabin could see the scenery below through the windows.

The blue sea fills the view, followed by the junction of the distant sea and the black land, where white smoke rises all year round. The high-temperature lava meets the sea water, and the water vapor rises continuously into the sky, forming obscuring white clouds.

The shuttle swooped over the sea, moving along the coastline until the white smoke and black soil in the field of vision gradually faded, and green hillsides and sea cliffs gradually appeared.

Half an hour later, the shuttle landed in a white building by the sea. The scenery here was pleasant. The white marble building looked like a large cut bread, standing on the flat open space on the cliff.

After it came to a complete stop, the shuttle opened and a group of security personnel walked down first to check the surroundings. Then a girl with short caramel hair walked out. She wore tea-red sunglasses and held a small ruby ​​cane.

"We're here, Lady Prinkoko." The accompanying personnel reported after stepping out of the shuttle.

"The scenery here is very special." Pulin recalled the volcanoes and hot lands she saw along the way.

"Yes, this planet is rich in special 'Molten Crystals', which are essential materials for the advancement of some high-level jobs. There are also several powerful alchemy workshops in the area."

"It seems that there will be no shortage of places to go during this period." As he said this, Pulin took off his tea-red sunglasses and revealed an inexplicable smile.

"Please go this way, Master Pulinkoko. This manor belongs to the Phoenix Enterprises. It is their private property and is used by some high-level executives for vacation. But now they have given it to us to use and will not take it back for several years."

"I see. It's the company of that red-haired guy. He wanted to invite me to dinner last time, but unfortunately I'm not his type." Pulinko flicked the sunglasses between her fingers and threw them into the air, letting the entourage behind her catch them and put them away carefully.

"Let's go and take a look inside first." She walked straight to the white marble building opposite the helipad.

"I heard that many architects and artists were invited to build this place." As she walked, she looked at the shape of the building.

"It looks quite mellow and simple, without any fancy style."

After entering the white building, she walked along the corridors and stairs one by one, commenting from time to time, occasionally talking about the extravagance of the manor's builder, and occasionally commenting on the old-fashioned and outdated decorations. This continued until it was getting dark, and then she had dinner in the central hall and enjoyed a gorgeous dinner provided by a group of servants.

Afterwards, Prin took a bath in the large bathtub in the building. After enjoying herself comfortably, she stood up and asked the maids beside her to help her put on her clothes.

"Don't you need pajamas, Lord Prin?" the accompanying maid was surprised.

"Yes, dress me in formal attire, the red and white satin dress."

"Yes, sir." Then the maids took out a dress as gorgeous as a princess' and carefully put it on Prin.

Holding the ruby ​​scepter in her hand and turning it slightly, Pulin looked at herself in the mirror and was quite satisfied.

"Come on, follow me to the underground ruins."

"Yes."

At this time, the entire manor was put into martial law. A large light-blocking curtain slowly rose up, and guards in red stood on guard in each corridor and checkpoint in the white building.

The sealed entrance underground slowly opened, and then a wave of heat spread out.

Prin looked at the passage in front of him that was covered with red prismatic gems, nodded slightly, and then led the red-robed priests along the passage into the underground.

According to historical records, there is a passage leading directly to the underground of the volcano, where there is an abundance of 'Molten Crystals'. In addition, the Aigeka particles in the environment have been gradually transformed into magic particles carrying a special concept of fire after being immersed in the 'Molten Crystals' for a long time.

Such a special environment can greatly assist certain professionals who practice fire-related professions in their promotion, which is why Pulin came here.

The red-robed priests following her were all from the famous 'Red Death Sect'. They were all extraordinary beings who practiced fire as their main skill and mastered many special ritual secrets.

As the situation becomes increasingly turbulent, not only Pulin herself, but also the forces supporting her are eager for Pulin to be promoted as soon as possible. No matter whether it is the sequence of extraordinary people or the level of singing girls, in fact, the two are often mutually reinforcing. Extraordinary people of high sequence levels can withstand greater mental burdens, and singing girls of high levels can also easily obtain stronger magic essence and powerful mental control.

Although the Central Star Region is now dominated by the "White Rose Harp" Ewen Qilin, her inaction and slow attitude due to her own personality have also made more and more radical factions dissatisfied. If Pulin Koko can successfully advance this time and make her singer rank reach the full moon level, many groups that support Ewen Qilin now will change their ways and support her to dominate the entire Central Star Region.

The flames have been lit, the chariots have appeared, and everything will continue to move towards the end of the world until death.

(End of this chapter)