Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1122 - 152 The Great Bell Tolls

Aboard the Starship, Blanchi walked carefully across the bridge plaza. Beside her feet lay corpses covered with cloth, some of which belonged to their armed personnel, and others to the dead members of the Court of Judgment.

Like the heroine in a script, she clasped a golden Star of Decagon, praying for these deceased and softly humming a somber Requiem for them.

On one side of the plaza, hundreds of soldiers in black exoskeleton armor stood straight, silently watching this scene. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Afterward, the bodies were sent one by one to the crematorium for incineration, and their ashes would be preserved.

Despite the fierce battle between the two sides, there was still a trace of respect for the dead members of the Court of Judgment among those present. Regardless, in this gradually decaying country, they still held onto noble beliefs, upholding the Federation as a collective entity and maintaining the appearance of justice, causing the corrupt upper echelons to be slightly cautious and not to go too far.

But they were merely brake pads; as long as the Court of Judgment could not change those sitting in the positions of legislators, the stench of corruption would sooner or later become too overwhelming to conceal.

In the game of wits and courage with the Court of Judgment, many legislators developed new methods of corruption, progressively embezzling national interests through ’legitimate’ means. If you seek to amend the constitution and laws to stop this phenomenon, you must oppose the majority of interest groups, which requires immense courage and strength.

Unfortunately, since the Federation has lacked a Sunlit Level Songstress, there has been no such political heavyweight capable of unifying opinions and vigorously implementing reform policies.

The Federal Congress, without a central backbone, was nothing more than a gathering for people to bicker over their own interests; no one could persuade another. Even if you had ambitious aspirations, you could not change the situation; you could only watch helplessly as everything continued to decay.

After the mourning ended, Blanchi returned to her room, took a brief nap, then sat up and went to an adjacent conference room, where two groups were already waiting for her: one was the mysterious Cult, led by the new ’Seven Virtues,’ and the other was the young faction in the Military, led by young officers such as Yade.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy and oppressive. Despite having made a decision, when faced with the behemoth of the Federation, no one dared to claim they would succeed, and mentally they were under enormous pressure.

"What are your plans for the next step?" Blanchi spoke, inquiring of the young military officers present.

"We have already arranged for the Starship to head north, first entering an uninhabited Star System, and then rerouting into the Northwestern Region."

"This plan has major issues." Another of the Seven Virtues present, ’Generosity,’ remarked. He was burly and robust, and the white hooded cloak could not conceal his figure.

"We must proceed directly toward the Western Star Domain and arrive at the ’Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain’ within two days." He leaned on the table, his voice steady and powerful.

"You don’t understand the Federation’s control measures; after all, it’s been peaceful for over 400 years, and many people have forgotten."

"If they determine that Miss Blanchi has defected, the Federation could quickly issue an emergency order to cut off all external routes in the Western Star Domain. At that time, we won’t be able to go even if we want to."

"Is...is that really possible? The entire Western Star Domain; it’s a route taken by hundreds of millions of flying ships and Starships, extending thousands of light-years," a young officer gasped.

"That’s why I say, you still know too little." ’Generosity’ shook his head.

"Think about it carefully; if such measures didn’t exist, during the Federation’s civil war, they could have directly attacked the enemy’s rear stronghold, easily destroying industrial bases. Know that at the beginning of the civil war, the Federation’s west was militarily superior; if they could have done it, they would have long since done so."

"It’s undeniable that the Federation, for the sake of stability, has erased many historical details, and many records simply aren’t available online. Nowadays, your channels for obtaining information are almost entirely dependent on the network."

"If that’s the case, then our plan needs to be changed." Yade pondered.

"However, if we directly traverse the Central Star Domain to proceed to the Western Star Domain, our Starship cannot report at the center of the route; if discovered midway, the consequences are unimaginable." Yade frowned.

"It seems you truly are the ’minority’ radical faction..." After hearing, ’Generosity’ showed a trace of disdain in his eyes and fell silent.

The conference room was quiet for over ten seconds before another of the Seven Virtues, ’Hope,’ entered. She first gave a simple bow, then approached Blanchi.

"Miss Blanchi, could you come for a while? At this moment, we need your strength." Her words made the nearby Yade and others feel dissatisfied, as this matter had never been communicated to them.

Just as they were about to stand up to block ’Hope’ La Gui’er, ’Generosity’ on the opposite side stopped them.

"Sit down, don’t you understand? At this moment, we can only rely on Miss Blanchi to contact the real big figures in the Western Star Domain."

Just as ’Generosity’ said, they could only be regarded as the radical young faction within the Western Star Domain Military and had not been in contact with many of the big figures and high-level power holders behind the various Star Domains in the West.

"I..." Yade suppressed the anger in his heart but forcibly endured it. No matter what, now is not the time to lose composure, he could only blame himself for not being strong enough to earn the others’ respect.

Seeing them conclude their discussion, Blanchi stood up and followed ’Hope’ La Gui’er out of the conference room to a special room inside the Starship. Inside, there was a special Immersion Cabin with luxurious specifications, primarily white, adorned with candelabra-like components that surrounded it. It was inclined on a five-tiered platform like a giant sacred coffin, connected at the rear to thick data cables and equipment.