Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 481 - 190 Opemiur

Crystal Lattice Academy, Sibylla Dormitory Apartments.

The neatly arranged apartments stood firmly on the ground, like tightly packed memory cards inserted vertically onto a motherboard, while students and staff moved in and out, sometimes taking elevators to go directly up and down, some relying on controlling magnetic fields and gravity to fly between high-rises, and others calling for small aerial vehicles, shuttling back and forth skillfully between various spots on campus.

"Aren’t you going to see Tilan? I remember you really liked her."

In the room, a girl with light wisteria-colored hair is sprawled on the sofa playing a game console, while a little character jumps around on the projected screen opposite her. Compared to the highly realistic games of today, such cartoon-style games could certainly be considered retro.

After hearing the words beside her, the girl still didn’t stop her actions, continuing to press the controller in her hands, her gaze fixed on the character moving and fighting on the screen.

"This is the second time you’ve mentioned this to me today, Aimeranda, old granny~" she drawled, elongating the last few words exaggeratedly.

"Miuer, I’ve told you several times, if you keep calling me that, I’m going to take away your right to play games." A mature-looking woman emerged from the kitchen, a wet fruit knife still in her hand, her expression fierce.

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"Hmph, you can’t take it away. If you mistreat me, I’ll go to Uncle Chimera and complain, tell him you bullied me."

"I am very clear about it, the Court of Judgment may pay well, but the work is always busy. Having you take care of me is just like being on holiday; you wouldn’t bear to leave me." The girl on the sofa playing the game deftly played on the grown-up’s vulnerability.

"You—" Knowing that most of her tactics wouldn’t fool the rebellious young girl in front of her, Aimeranda shifted her demeanor, beginning to soften and mollify, completely hiding her fierce look from just moments ago. Should it be said that it’s no wonder she’s a federal investigator, with such adept face-changing skills?

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"I’m just concerned for you, look at Little Tilan, she’s almost the same age as you, so cute, and also a songstress. If you get on good terms with her, it could benefit you in the future."

"I admit I really like Hexia’s songs, but as for meeting her, forget it." Miuer watched as the character on the screen defeated her opponent, jumped onto a square on a castle background, and soon fireworks burst forth, playing the familiar victory music.

"Why is that? Are you shy? I can’t seem to sense that from you." Aimeranda brought out freshly cut watermelon, placing it on the coffee table, then sat next to Miuer.

"How could I possibly be shy?" Letting go of the controller, the barefooted girl stood on the couch, hands on her hips, looking down as she spoke to the adult in front of her.

"I, Opemiur, may not yet be of age, but I am already a talented young girl who has defeated and taken down gang leaders. Having faced life and death, exceptional and unparalleled, beautiful beyond compare, and with a remarkable Talent, I would never feel something like shyness," she proclaimed proudly, patting her not-so-large chest.

"Cough cough, I need to correct you on that, the ’Ying Xiao’ you killed was just a senior gang member, not the boss. Also, as for facing life and death, Little Tilan has struggled back from the brink of death two or three times herself, and in terms of Talent, she’s not inferior to you." Aimeranda decided to slightly deflate the arrogance of the young girl before her.

"Always you, with your excessive words." Miuer raised her foot, aiming to step on Aimeranda, but unexpectedly she was grabbed by the ankle by the resting investigator in front of her and was casually pulled off balance, tumbling onto the sofa.

’Ouch, ouch, ouch, Aimeilada, you hurt me.’ Miuer got up from the sofa, her back arched, whimpering, then pulled her leg back and held it in her arms.

As for the young girl’s act of being pitiful and cute, Aimeilada was already well accustomed and immune. She picked up the sliced watermelon from the coffee table and held it out in front of Miuer.

"Want some?"

Smelling the watermelon fragrance near her nose, Miuer bit off a small piece then extended her hand to take the watermelon, kneeling on the couch and eating.

Watching her gnaw on the watermelon like a gopher, Aimeilada couldn’t help but shake her head.

"While you could be quite a beauty, it’d be so much better if your posture and demeanor could improve. I’m thinking maybe I should hire a strict elder in the future, specifically to teach you etiquette."

"Ptui, ptui, I do not want to learn that kind of cumbersome and strict etiquette. I look so good and cute, it’s only you who can’t see it. If it were a man, anyone would be charmed. The most natural state is what’s most appealing—you old hag just don’t understand." As she spoke, she spat out melon seeds and stuck out her tongue.

Seeing her in this state, Aimeilada dearly wished she could lunge forward and yank that tongue out for a good lesson in manners, but this thought was merely a thought, as she couldn’t really mistreat her.

"Well, back to the topic."

"Miu’er, why are you afraid to meet Tilan? I mentioned you while chatting with her before," Aimeilada said with seriousness.

Upon hearing this, Miu’er’s ears perked up in alert, as if standing on end.

"How exactly did you talk about me in front of Tilan?"

"Ah, well, I said I was taking care of a child in South First District about the same age as Tilan and mentioned that it could be nice to meet each other if there’s a chance," Aimeilada recalled the scene, though it was an invitation, due to professional habits, she did not expose Miu’er’s existence from the start, but mentioned a vague person.

"Really? Just that? You didn’t tell Tilan about my special traits, did you?" Miu’er threw her finished watermelon rind into the trash can and then leaned in close to Aimeilada, her gaze fixed, tiger teeth slightly exposed, looking like a girl transformed from a cat.

"No, I still had the professional alertness necessary. At that moment, I acted on a whim and didn’t share anything more than that one line," Aimeilada reassured, placing her hand on Miu’er’s back and gently stroking her light wisteria-colored hair, calming the somewhat nervous girl.

"What’s wrong? You’re not shy but afraid of Tilan?" Aimeilada blinked.

Retreating back to the couch and taking a seat, Miu’er picked up another slice of watermelon. This time, however, she didn’t bite straight into it, but instead began to pick out the seeds with her fingers.

"Afraid, I guess there is a bit of that," she said slowly.

"Aimeilada knows about my ability, right? The one where I can change AI’s thought processes, gain access, and command them just like I’m giving orders to a subordinate," Miu’er spoke of the special Talent that had been discovered a year ago.

"Yes, it is a rather terrifying and special Talent. So much so that the Federal Court of Judgment had to take notice of you," Aimeilada thought to herself. It was precisely because Miu’er possessed such a Talent that she, an outstanding officer, wasn’t shining in the Court of Judgment but instead was assigned to take care of Miu’er, to stabilize her mind and emotions.

"Hexia Tilan is very special. I don’t know how to explain this to you, Aimeilada, but I’ve seen her battle and that night when she almost died in the tunnel from the secret files of the Court of Judgment."

"Although I am very powerful on the network with almost no weaknesses, it’s different in reality, especially with someone like Tilan."

"She is a Songstress, almost able to sense my emotions in an instant, noticing something off, because ordinary people would not have such fear of her."

"Oh, well, by that logic, all Songstresses have similar abilities to sense emotions, but you don’t seem to be very afraid of Prin Coco. You even went to her concert before."

"Prin Coco is alright; she’s actually easy to understand," Miu’er said as she picked up the seedless watermelon and began to eat it slowly.

"Besides, Prin Coco’s Talent Ability isn’t that excessive. If I wanted to leave or escape, there would always be a way."

"But Tilan is different, especially after I saw her performance video from that night at the Emerald Moon Star Domain. It confirmed it even more for me."

"If she really wanted to kill me, I wouldn’t be able to escape. You know, Aimeilada, Tilan’s Talent is not just limited to being a Songstress. If she really wanted to, she could probably freeze my thoughts in an instant. It’s just that she has never shown this ability before."

"In the past, if I had spoken out, it might have surprised and shocked you, leading to special action. But now that Tilan has been officially recognized as a Songstress by the Federation, knowing this doesn’t change anything."

"Do you know, Aimeilada, it’s like a very powerful animal with hardly any adversaries that can live very happily within its own domain. But if you ask it to approach another even more powerful being, it will instinctively fear, despite the possibility that the other powerful being may have good intentions. It wouldn’t dare take the risk."

"So, even though I really like Tilan’s songs, I’m not going to meet her~" Miu’er lay on the sofa, eating watermelon, her legs kicking playfully behind her.

"This child…"

Looking at Miu’er, who seemed like a little cat hiding in its den, Aimeilada couldn’t help but shake her head. Then her thoughts shifted to that black-haired girl of Miu’er’s age.

Hexia Tilan, is she really as scary as Opemiur says? Aimeilada pondered, yet didn’t want to believe it because she had genuinely interacted with the girl and felt only sincerity and warmth radiating from her, nothing hinting at brutality or coldness – an intuition from her extensive experience as an investigator.

Perhaps, this was an expression of the Songstress Talent, causing those around her to unconsciously grow fond of her, gradually overlooking her potentially powerful side.