Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

It has been three days since I came to Granso. Although I can't say that I know this place very well, Tilan has gradually gotten used to this world, a world that is not dominated by extraordinary power.

Sitting on the sightseeing tram, Tilan looked at the city scenery outside through the window, while the seats next to her were occupied by other members of the star cluster. She and her companions were wearing casual clothes similar to local residents today, and they did not attract attention.

[Sky Observation Tower Station, arrived, tourists can get off here]

When the tram stopped, some tourists from other places came out one after another, and Tilan was also protected in the middle. After getting out of the tram, this is the middle floor of the observation tower. To enter the top, you have to queue up to take the elevator, but the girl is not in a hurry, but her eyes turn, like a dragonfly skimming the water to look at everything around.

'When you are among giants, you will involuntarily feel that you are small. '

After arriving at the top of the tower, facing the towering "mountain" high-rise buildings in the city that pierce the sky, the densely packed small dots of human beings on the tower can be said to be like ants walking in the land of giants.

After visiting the observation deck outside the tower, Tilan returned to the tower. There were artifacts placed in glass, many of which were imitations of Earth-era products based on archaeological excavations. Among them were "mobile phones" and "computers" with functions similar to personal terminals, as well as daily necessities used in the early days of that era, such as "pens", "thermos bottles" and "black and white pixel game consoles".

"These things were produced only 20 years apart."

"That was a very short era, but the technology changed very quickly, which also brought many social problems." A tour guide in a short shirt introduced to tourists.

"Only 20 years? I feel that the generation gap is hundreds of years."

"Indeed, it's only 20 years, from black and white pixel game consoles to realistic 3D games."

...

The tourists lamented the rapid technological progress of that era, and then curiously picked up the simulated creations on the side for experience to experience them up close.

Tilan also touched it and picked up a "pixel game console" that she held in both hands. There was a very simple airplane shooting game on it. The airplane made of several pixels was very simple and shuttled between the obstacles and enemy planes that kept attacking.

After playing for about half an hour, Tilan, who had passed the level, put down the game console and left in the envious and admiring eyes of the children next to her.

After that, she walked around here again before leaving by car.

Back to the hotel where she was staying temporarily, the girl sat on the sofa in the middle and listened to the reports of other star cluster members.

"In three days, we visited many places separately, including various facilities in the city, villages in the countryside, and towns where local residents gathered."

"According to everyone's information summary, the overall pace of life here is slow and the residents are more satisfied."

"Do they know about the Federation as a whole?" Tilan's fingers rested on her chin.

"I know the existence of the Federation, but it is rarely mentioned on local TV or various news. It is more about the current affairs of this planet."

"If you use a metaphor, this is a world isolated from the world."

"Does no one want to go out and take a look?" Tilan was a little puzzled by such an environment.

"Very few. Even if some people have been to other star regions, most of them have traveled for several years and finally chose to return to this planet."

"There are a lot of information in the local archives. If President Tilan wants to know, she can apply to see it." The authority of the singers is extremely high within the Federation. Unless it is a special confidential and confidential document, they can read it.

"Well, we will probably spend the next few days in the library." The girl responded with a smile.

After talking about these superficial things, Tilan continued to ask some special questions.

"Have you seen local religious organizations?"

"The religious atmosphere seems to be very weak. Only a few communities can see churches, but we are tourists and cannot enter at will."

"Is that so..." Tilan thought.

"I'll go ask tomorrow." She is a singer and has immunity in many places. If she says hello, she should be able to go in and learn about it.

Then everyone exchanged their local experiences, such as the peaceful and quiet environment here, the flavors of food that are different from the mainstream of the Federation, etc.

After summarizing and sorting out all kinds of information, it was getting late, so everyone set off together and went to the restaurant in the hotel for dinner.

Although the members of the star cluster have the responsibility to protect Tilan, in daily life, they will not obviously surround Tilan, but will be scattered and vaguely distributed, just like plainclothes. If you are not a particularly professional person, it is difficult to see at a glance that the girl in the middle of their activity path is the core of the group.

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The next day, Tilan came to a community church where the members reported. Today happened to be a reading club of the local church, and Tilan was able to enter with other residents.

The church was very empty, and the sunlight shone through the special holes, making it particularly quiet.

The local residents found a seat and sat down, waiting quietly, and Tilan also sat down in a corner.

About 20 minutes later, the voices in the church slowly stopped, and then a priest in a white robe and holding a star staff in his hand slowly walked in.

He first closed the door, and then came to the pulpit in front of the church.

At this time, candles were lit one by one, and the floating halo made the atmosphere on the scene solemn, and the wall behind the priest also became clear because of the reflection of the halo of the candlesticks.

It was a huge painting. The paint on the painting was old and slightly dark and faded. There were also many pits and peeling parts, but these did not reduce the charm of the painting.

The silver-haired girl in the painting, wearing a simple white dress, leaned on a chair with her eyes slightly closed, as if she was sleeping.

A pair of lively and bright eyes is extremely difficult to paint, but it is much easier to sleep with eyes closed.

This is one of the four originals, the girl who represents the pure and changing wind. She is the most respected sage, leader, and great figure in human civilization in the Fourth Age, and the prototype of angels in later generations.

"Thank Him, our eternal cradle wings, pure white and flawless angel, the morning star of mankind, the miracle of the stars, His Highness Loran Hill."

"Thank Him, the eternal song of the stars, our beloved flawless angel, may you see peace and beauty in your dreams."

The residents in the church closed their eyes and bowed their heads, chanting the name of the prince.

After doing this three times, everyone ended the prayer and opened their eyes.

"Now please recite the teachings with me, and please keep your heart sincere, kind, and quiet at all times."

"Yes, my heart is beating for this."

"Volume 3, page 26, He once walked to a place overgrown with weeds, when hundreds of beasts struggled to survive, killing each other, bloodstains..."

"At that time, He climbed high and sang, like fire to illuminate the world, like flame to drive away the cold, so that alfalfa was everywhere, hundreds of livestock had food, and hundreds of beasts survived."

"He once taught: take one step, then another, and the road will be widened."

"Maybe the result is not so perfect, but it is better than the past. If you can't reach the end, work hard to train the next generation, take over this task, and one day you will reach the end."

The teachings of that prince have long been a motto handed down from generation to generation, integrated into life, but when Tilan watched everyone reciting and chanting devoutly over and over again, she still had an inexplicable feeling. Perhaps this is the power of faith.

After reading the teachings, this week's prayers slowly came to an end. After the priest finished the closing prayer, he closed the thick book in front of him. The slight snapping sound seemed to signal the sound in the church again.

Everyone gradually stood up, said goodbye to the priest, and left the church in an orderly manner.

The people slowly dispersed, and when Tilan was about to leave, she heard the priest's call behind her.

"Can you say a few words, young lady?" He walked over.

The priest looked about sixty years old, with sparse white hair, holding a thick book in his hands. It is said that this is a holy book that records the sayings of His Highness Loran Hill, and every priest who worships the original wind must recite it.

The other people in the church slowly dispersed, leaving only Tilan and the priest, the two standing in the front row of the hall.

"You should be a guest from the outside world." He spoke in a kind tone.

"Yes." Tilan nodded, wondering where she was exposed.

"I watched all the children here grow up, and I know almost every one of them, so I was a little surprised to see you."

"But since you can come in normally, it means you are not a bad person."

"I see that you seem to be a little curious, I wonder what questions you have." The priest asked proactively.

"This is indeed my first time in Granso." Tilan thought about it, and there was no need to deliberately hide these.

"Although there are legends about that prince in the outside world, it seems that it is not as popular as here, so it feels very fresh."

"I see, this is not surprising." The priest nodded slightly.

"Please sit down first, I think I can help you answer some questions." Then he came to the podium, turned out the old cabinet shrunk under the podium, and then moved out a yellowed leather book.

"This is a book that records the history of the church. I read it almost every day when I was young, and I still remember a lot of the content now, but I rarely tell these to the residents, and now I may not remember them accurately." He generously spread the book on the podium and flipped it slightly.

"It's here." He stopped when he turned to a certain page.

"Do you know the history of this planet?"

"I know a little bit. It is said that it was built by people in the Fourth Era and has been passed down and preserved since then."

"That's right, but the outside world doesn't know much." He nodded.

"If you have studied history, you must also understand the influence of His Highness on human civilization."

"Because of gratitude and nostalgia, people built this planet in the Fourth Era and set rules to try to make the environment here close to the ancient Earth era."

"Why do you do this?" Tilan was puzzled.

"Because this is the hometown of His Highness, the childhood and past she misses."

"The more we understand that His Highness, the more we feel the loneliness in His Highness's heart. Because of gratitude and return, the civilization of that era built this planet, and the first batch of immigrants here were extremely pious people. They came here to live in order to repay this gratitude."

"In other words, is it similar to guarding a tomb?" Tilan asked.

"Although there are similarities, it is not appropriate to say this, because Her Highness is just in a deep sleep, not dead. We are just the ones who guard her dreams, quietly waiting for the day when Her Highness wakes up."

"I see." No wonder there is no change here even though there are more advanced technologies and techniques outside.

"Do the local residents know this?"

"Most of the residents' ancestors knew, but not many people know about it in modern times. According to your highness's teachings, we should not force this obligation on the next generation."

"If they want to leave and live in other star regions, they are free."

"If they don't truly believe, the beauty gained by deception is no different from sin."

"Is that so..." The priest asked the girl a question when she was lost in thought.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I still want to know. Are you an angel who has come to the world?"

"Ah this..." Tilan looked up, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Why do you think so?"

The priest waved the star scepter in his hand, and a slight breeze blew through the entire church. There seemed to be some kind of exceptionally clear breath in it. When it touched the cross chairs, walls, pulpit, and the priest himself in the church, they all flickered slightly, showing faint golden particles.

Only, when passing through the girl in front of him, it seemed to pass through her body without any obstacles.

"The human soul has flaws. After all, the soul is a special product of the interaction between the ontological world and the Ekakar particles, and it is also formed slowly after birth."

"But you don't have such flaws. You are so pure that even the cleansing wind has no effect on you."

"If every religion has its own miracles, then a pure conscious soul like yours is a miracle."

"This..."

"I don't know my complete origins either. It's because I want to know that I came to this planet."

"I see." The priest's expression changed, including surprise, shock, doubt, hesitation, etc., which was quite complicated.

Then he took a few steps back.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I can't answer your doubts."

"But I probably know a place that should help you answer your doubts. It is located in the western region of the planet, the most prosperous city, Saint Casonas, where there are many ancient materials and many members of the cult guarding it."

"From your tone, you seem to be a little afraid of that place." Tilan keenly perceived the emotions revealed in the other party's heart.

"Yes, if we, the priests of the country churches, are relatively peaceful and secular, then the members of the cult in Saint Casonas are extremely extreme."

"Well, forget it, I won't hide it. I can only tell you that the religious personnel in the Granso star field are roughly divided into moderates and extremists. Most of the churches in the cities are controlled by us moderates, but we are not closely connected with each other, and we are not as united and powerful as the extremists."

"The extremists have many fanatical legions in Saint Casonas. This force has been passed down for thousands of years. They have been here since the Fifth Era to protect this planet from the destruction of war. They have made contributions, and I believe that it is because of such pious protection that His Highness can sleep peacefully."

"Such historical achievements have aggravated their fanaticism and become very xenophobic. If you want to go there, you'd better be fully prepared."

"Thank you, I understand."