Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva Chapter 1095 141 The Poet and the Phoenix2

'A simple noun nation, a collection of interests, or a once beautiful wish.'

'Before discussing patriotism, one must first understand what a nation is. Unfortunately, the Federation is now too vast to be described in just a sentence or two in the eyes of different people.'

'A nation in the eyes of children, in the eyes of adults, in the eyes of the beneficiaries, and in the eyes of the disillusioned, all have different forms.'

'In so people's eyes, it is so beautiful, containing many words of justice and goodness. In other people's eyes, it is so cruel and pitiless, an embodint of terror and compulsion. If we ask each person, we would get a thousand different answers.'

'The birth of love will not be without reason; there must be an original starting point.'

'If it is the Federation you love, what form do you think it takes?' The other person closed his eyes and played the seven-stringed zither, its music attracting people around. So children watched curiously, hiding behind their parents.

The girl watched him play, her fringe and strands of hair gently blown by the wind, swaying beside her vision.

Tilan did not answer imdiately, and the Poet did not pursue further questions; only the gentle sound of the zither floated in the breeze.

Everything was so serene. In the distance, the setting sun slowly descended, just as the Poet had said before; when the sunset is reflected on the sea and the beach, it is especially stunning and beautiful.

It was as if she returned to a long, long ti ago, making Tilan think of that afternoon many years ago when her mother first took her to see the sea.

"What do you want to beco in the future, Tilan?"

"Kind."

Later, it seed her mother said many other things, but unfortunately, she couldn't rember much of it since she was too young at the ti.

If it were her now answering, perhaps she would find many reasons and explanations for this answer to persuade others and herself, to avoid others and her doubts.

But at that ti, she did not understand the complexities of entangled interests, she simply wanted to answer that way and said it, without any reason or cause.

Why be kind? Because it's joyful, that's all.

Opening her eyes again, her clear eyes like glass reflected the fiery sunset in the distance, with magnificent evening clouds seemingly shimring in reflection.

'If it is the Federation I love, it should be kind and strong.' the girl slowly answered.

'Thank you for your answer, Lord Tilan.' The other person continued to gently pluck the strings, imrsed in the performance.

Ti passed by, second by second, until the sun sank into the sea, until the sky gradually dimd, and until the crowd slowly dispersed.

"The journey ends here." When night fell, the Poet guide took Tilan to sit at a small noodle shop by the beach.

"I'll treat this ti; listeners like you are rare." The Poet guide smiled and called the owner, ordering two simple bowls of noodles.

Sitting in the noodle shop, with steaming hot broth, they finished their noodles. Then, the Poet guide bid farewell to Tilan.

"This is a collection of poems and small stories I've gathered and recorded, a farewell gift for you." Then he waved his hand and disappeared into the night.

The girl watched him leave, looking at the handmade book of poetry in her hand. It must be noted that in this age of advanced printing, it's indeed rare to find soone who writes books by hand.

Opening the book, it contained the guide's occasional leisurely notes and simple sketches. There were flowers and plants seen on the journey, cute animals, interesting little things, and so on. It was apparent that this was not a particularly good guide, but more like a traveling poet.

A week later, Tilan returned to 'Zhao Ge District,' accepting Feng Jianxue's invitation to take on the role of Dragon Witch at this celebration.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Deloris curiously asked.

"Perhaps I've co to understand my original intention," Tilan answered with a quiet smile. At this mont, she seed to be enveloped in a faint glow, with a beauty from which one's gaze couldn't easily turn away.

Deloris didn't know what more to ask, but she knew that at this mont, Tilan had an inner joy and determination.

The grand celebration was held in the capital of the planet, a large event occurring every five years. It wasn't just people from this Star Domain, but even many distant tourists ca to watch and participate.

When Tilan first appeared before everyone in that elegant snow-white shrine maiden attire, with green ribbons and the Qing Luan Pearl Hairpin, it must be said there was an overwhelming beauty. Her already perfect visage and figure, with careful grooming and a touch of makeup, were flawless and captivating, especially with that one stroke of vermilion on her brow, which drew all eyes.

The long snow-white sleeves, made of extrely smooth fabric, gently fluttered as she moved, like a fish gliding through the water, slightly rippling.

First ca a grand parade procession composed of tens of thousands of mbers. At the forefront were teams of musicians playing various traditional instrunts such as the pipa, gong, trumpet, drum, flute, and more. These musicians wore robes embroidered with patterns on a red base, playing as they marched forward, with petals and confetti continuously falling along the way.

The spectators of the celebration stood densely packed on stands erected along both sides of the street, with hover cars decoratively patrolling overhead, maintaining security and order.