Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

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The dim royal camp dungeon, the torches were still burning slowly, and pitch pine oil occasionally dripped, sparking some embers.

After listening to Levende's story, Tilan sat quietly in a chair, eyes closed, recalling the outlines and obscure information behind this story.

It seems that in the thousand years of isolation, the people on this planet have not been completely unproductive or without attempts. At least from Molila's words, she should know part of the truth about this planet, and the sage who told and imparted knowledge to her, where did he come from, and the miracle he claimed to have witnessed, is it a metaphor or something real.

"I'm curious, why could the Wolf Blood Species unite with the Autonomous Units to attack at that time, wouldn't they be attacked?" Tilan opened her eyes and asked.

"They would be attacked, but the probability of being attacked was much lower than us." Levende's expression regained some life and hope, no longer as dead as before.

"According to our tribe's experience for thousands of years, in the threat list of the Autonomous Units, our Butterfly Species should rank very high. If Butterfly Species are detected within the range, they would be prioritized as the main target, unless the Butterfly Species in the range have been completely exterminated, those autonomous units will not temporarily target other species." He explained the reason.

So it was a matter of priority settings. It seemed that the four favored of the Black Sun who participated in the strangulation of the Mechanical Sun·Soft were all listed as the number one enemy.

"Who is your leader now, was it he who commanded this rescue?"

"Our current leader is not from the Butterfly Species, but rather a special emissary also from the north. She received a legacy similar to Molila's and has won our trust."

"I was in too much of a hurry for this rescue, didn't have time to discuss with the leader, just brought some familiar companions along. Fortunately, I was the only one left behind, everyone else should have escaped back." He said this with a sigh of relief.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Tilan shook her head.

"The emissary you speak of, is she wearing a purple gauzy dress, with a certain unique charm."

"How do you know that?" Levende was extremely surprised.

"I happened to see her, which is also why I came to find you. If I'm not mistaken, she'll probably come to see you tomorrow or the day after." Tilan thought that with the means shown by that woman, discovering where Levende was imprisoned was not a difficult task.

"Although I have no intention of restricting your freedom, I still advise you, if you wish to leave, please decide after we have left the royal camp together."

"Escaping from the dungeon would be too much of an affront to the Queen. Her rule over the prairie relies on this kind of deterrence."

"Don't think that a mere escaped slave is something she wouldn't care about. In my view, she is only deliberately showing indifference to this small matter."

"Because the proudest and most confident display is indifference."

"Based on your experiences and various past rumors, this Queen has strong ambition and a desire for control. She will not allow the offspring of former enemies to openly escape from the royal camp unless they pay a sufficient price to satisfy her face and majesty. This way, she might slightly show her dignity as a queen to everyone, and the purpose of doing this is merely to better control this land, making others afraid to easily defy her orders."

"Hearing this, it seems I am also at some risk, it seems I also need to prepare early." The young girl seemed to think of something.

"There's really no way, actually I don't like using violence to solve problems, just as the Eastern proverb says, watermelons forced from their vines often aren't sweet."

"What I hope for more is a stable order of long-term peace and security, rather than a twisted system maintained by brute force, although the latter is easier to achieve."

At this time, Tilan stood up, slightly bent down, her straight hair hanging low, bidding farewell to Levende who was sitting in the dungeon.

"See you next time, Mr. Levende, give my regards to your leader, perhaps we have much to discuss in the future, about this prairie, and about this planet and world."