"So, things have developed to this point, huh."
Sitting on a small balcony adorned with vines, Tilan wore a white dress, and her hair was partially obscured by the surrounding greenery, making her look as if she were nestled in a forest. Inside the balcony, Deloris stood to one side, flipping through recently compiled mainstream opinions and intelligence, reading them aloud to Tilan.
Faced with the Federation’s current rhetoric, she wasn’t too surprised, as if it had all been within her expectations.
With one hand gently circling the back of her head, tidying her hair, Tilan leaned lightly against the wooden chair, contemplating the events that had transpired during her absence.
She had been ntally prepared and anticipated this day for a long ti, ever since learning of her unique identity from Feruceline, she had thought that there might co a day that would spark controversy.
In the past, she might have felt a bit fearful and uneasy, afraid of being rejected and excluded, losing everything she had now, but now she gradually didn’t mind these things anymore.
"If they deny , then so be it." She brushed her hair in the small mirror on the table, imitating her mother, Gu Yongrong’s past styling, lifting so hair and braiding it into a classical hairstyle, then fastening it with a hairpin.
"Aren’t you going to do sothing about it?" Deloris asked with a hint of confusion.
"Yes, let them believe what they want, and let them lift the speech restrictions in the Southern Star Region."
"But this way, it will affect your reputation and legitimacy." Deloris’s advice was not firm, maybe the calmness of the girl in front of her made her doubt her previous concerns.
"It will indeed have an effect." Tilan lowered one hand, using the other hand to make the final adjustnts in the mirror.
"And then, they won’t recognize and will drive out of the Federation?" Tilan spoke of the worst possibility.
"If such a thing really happens, how do you think I would respond?" Tilan suddenly wanted to tease Deloris.
"Probably gather people to teach those guys a lesson." Deloris crossed her arms, holding a recording board, and tapped her chin with a fingertip.
"Nope, I’d leave directly." Tilan blinked.
"This..." Deloris didn’t quite understand what Tilan was planning.
"It’s hard to explain the specific reasons to you, just understand that I no longer care much about the Federation’s frawork."
"Why must I conform to their views and rules? Forced persimmons are never sweet." Tilan shook her head.
Everything has two sides. To hold the title of Federation Songstress, one must endure the various controls and rules it brings. For ordinary people, the benefits outweigh the constraints, which are not worth worrying about.
But for her, it’s different. She no longer needs the title of Songstress for support. In fact, giving it up would allow her to break free from the various constraints and frawork established by the Rose Federation.
One day, she would disrupt all the predestined elents of the Federation. Instead of being cursed at then for smashing the pot that fed her, it’s more convenient to break away now.
Black Sun, Holy Sun, Golden Fla Sun, these are just labels used to distinguish friend from foe, relics of Fifth Epoch struggles. Now she could detach from these old fraworks to sketch out the future she desired.
Perhaps in the past, she considered becoming the third generation of Color-level Songstress in the Federation to change the current decadent and corrupt conditions. But as her understanding and experience grew, she beca less optimistic about this fundantally unredial reform.
Even if successful, she would just beco another Emuralin, giving the Federation two hundred years of relatively stable and upward prosperity, only for it to fall into decay again, and the cycle repeats.
In essence, when Isenisha founded the Federation, it was out of necessity; cobbling together a frawork amid a decaying world to support a fragile civilized system, imposing various constraints to prevent reverting to the old path of the Fifth Epoch. As for how humanity should proceed in the future, and which direction to take, she could no longer manage.
This temporary frawork served a significant role in the early Sixth Era, but now it no longer suffices.
The better life people urgently needed couldn’t be satisfied, only repetitively treading the old path. In terms of avant-garde and boldness, the current Federation doesn’t even compare to the human factions of the Twilight Era, let alone developing new theories and fostering change.
In the following months, the discourse regarding Tilan in the Southern Star Region intensified, and in the eye of the storm, the young girl consistently refrained from responding, allowing certain forces to embolden gradually.
To gain recognition from the Central Star Domain and secure current hard-to-attain benefits by selling out the Southern Star Region, a small group of individuals began to incite public protests against Tilan, fabricating more exaggerated statents and facts.
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Finally, half a year later, a protest erupted in the Southern Star Region. It spanned 16 star domains, 21 residential planets, impacting nearly a million people, calling for Hexia to step down and for the Golden Fla Grand Cathedral to strip the girl’s Songstress title.
Although it seed formidable, considering the Southern Star Region’s billion-strong population, the protesting crowd may not even constitute one ten-thousandth, with many rely participating for excitent, finding such acts ’cool,’ and those truly in agreent with the idea might not even number a hundred thousand.
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