Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Let's go back." Tilan brushed Ores's bangs, her fingers touching her forehead.

"Ugh." Ores held her head with both hands, slowly stood up, then lifted her skirt and walked ahead, slightly hopping as she descended the mountain wall. It was evident that her innate agility made it difficult for her to stumble even on the complex and steep cliff.

"Elves really have unique talents." Tilan remarked slightly, comparing elves to humans—they are indeed a very special species, despite most of their genes being the same.

Regarding the newborn races themselves, Tilan didn't have any particular aversion, only that the birth of many newborn races was tragic, not created as vibrant life but as tools, and this tool-like nature fueled the era's darkness and chaos.

Back in the cove, Tilan had dinner with the villagers, and then it was time for the evening stories. The moose leader sat by the campfire, telling everyone about past events and interesting tales of this land.

"Speaking of names, does the moose leader have one?" Flan held a pen, ready to write something in the diary.

"A name..." He raised his head, his voice nostalgic.

"You can call me Ore, a name given by a dear old friend."

"I see." Flan noted it down.

"Also, can I ask what race the moose leader belongs to? It's my first time seeing someone like you." Flan continued.

"I have no species." He shook his head.

"From my appearance, I have many moose-like features, like curved horns, a large head, and a tall physique, yet my body structure is closer to human." He tried clenching his thick-fingered fist.

"I must be an abnormal experimental creation." He thought for a moment.

"'She' should know something, but thinking about it now seems pointless." Ore reminisced about the past.

"The earliest I can remember, I was in a closed laboratory with many technicians. They wore white coats, had silver hair, and were beautiful, occasionally commenting on our condition."

"Initially, I was one of the ignorant test subjects—back then I was small, probably similar in size to Sura."

"The one responsible for recording my data and observations was a very young girl, she too had silver hair and silver eyes, just like the other technicians."

"Recording data alone couldn't satisfy her project requirements, so she began teaching me how to speak and tried to make me learn to manipulate Aijieka Particles, to study the Transcendent Sequence."

"Slowly, I learned literature and some basic knowledge this way."

"Time passed uneventfully until one day she had the laboratory's mechanical attendants put me in a box and took me out. Back then, I didn't understand what was happening."

"When I emerged from the box again, I was already in a desolate wild area. The girl told me her last words and then flew into the sky, disappearing."

"Was she of the Silverwing Species?" Sura guessed after hearing the description.

"Probably, their appearance matches the description most closely."

"But the Silverwing Species are so rare—I've never seen the same species afterward, so I can't confirm they were Silverwing Species." Ore recalled.

"What were the last words the girl said to you?" Flan was particularly curious.

"She said I was free, told me to live well on the ground, and forget the past events."

"I didn't understand back then; as I grew older, I guessed her project must have concluded, and instead of disposing of test subjects like me, she set me free."

"Wait a minute, does the Silverwing Species have such a high level of culture and technology?" Flan had never heard of this species before.

"They probably do, after all, they are a Legendary Upper Species, different from us." Sura rubbed his hands by the fire.

"When I first saw Ores, I guessed she might be Silverwing Species, except she doesn't have wings—all other descriptions match closely."

"Ores probably isn't." Moose Ore shook his head in denial.

"Her demeanor is different from those silver-haired, silver-eyed species in my memory."

"Eh?" Sura was somewhat disappointed.

"It seems only by seeing the real Silverwing Species can the answer be revealed."

...

In the following two days, Tilan was in the settlement, sewing sturdy and tightly threaded winter coats from confiscated furs. Initially, she was a bit clumsy, but as she worked, the knowledge she had learned in the past quickly resurfaced and came to mind, speeding up her pace.

Finally, it was time to depart.