Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1582 - 63: Through Hardships to the Stars

"Shouldn’t we do something to stop this?"

Inside the space station, Starfield Governor Sarans watched the speeches and videos repeating endlessly on the screen.

"What should we do, shoot down those shuttlecraft?" The aide beside him spoke helplessly.

"They are still Federation citizens. If you directly order to open fire and kill these people, the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction might not say anything, but you probably won’t succeed in the future, and your political career will be ruined."

"I mean, what if we take down the Home Starship docked outside the Star Harbor?" The Starfield Governor pondered the possibilities.

"I advise you not to do that."

"Firstly, their fleet’s strength is not weak. To take it down, you might need to mobilize the war power of the Patrol Fleets, but following the process will certainly take a while. If the commanders of the Patrol Fleets themselves are willing, and directly order action, then you wouldn’t have to get involved in this mess."

"Secondly, you are the Starfield Governor; our power comes from public opinion and votes. If you forcibly cut off these people’s hope at such a moment—they’re already in a bad situation. It wouldn’t matter if they were used to it in daily life, but now that they see hope, you’re blocking it. What do you think will happen afterward?"

"They will hate you for the rest of their lives, and this hatred will be intense, resonant with a large number of people, and organized. I think it will be uneasy for decades to come."

"Moreover, don’t you think getting rid of these discontented, hard-to-pacify lower class people is actually a good thing? Society will stabilize, and everyone will get their wish. The ones left behind are undoubtedly those with consistent wealth and resolve, making future management much easier."

"Finally, if you’re afraid of the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction holding you accountable, just follow procedure, send inquiries, and then report the situation to the Patrol Fleets. You are the Starfield Governor, an official in charge of internal affairs. This kind of abnormal event is not within your responsibility."

After hearing all this, Starfield Governor Sarans finally sat down, though he still felt something was off.

"Are we just going to sit back and watch? This should be a violation of the Federation Constitution, right? Showing too little concern might not be good."

"No, at this time, showing little concern is the best choice." The aide beside him suggested again.

"You know who’s speaking outside right now, right? That’s Luo Fenghua, the most famous songstress in the Eastern Star Region."

"You also know the situation in the Eastern Star Region, severe faction fighting among the higher-ups. Even if you’re the Starfield Governor, getting involved in this fight brings no benefits and may invite strong hatred from one party."

"It is true that the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction currently holds the upper hand, but the situation among the populace is different. The Songstress Alliance has been operating in the Eastern Star Region for many years; they’re all familiar local songstresses, and people naturally feel a bit more cordial. Offend them to death, and it’s not a good thing, even if they eventually leave. If their supporters don’t go with them, they will still be a problem in the future."

"So, the best course right now is to let them go. Leaving is beneficial for everyone."

"Lord Prin wants territory in the Eastern Star Region, Luo Fenghua wants a new nation for the Easterners, people who are dissatisfied and unstable want a fresh start, and those who already have blissful lives want a more stable environment. Why must you stand in the way of such things happening?" The aide felt compelled to explain the situation to the governor once more.

After listening to all this, Governor Sarans poured himself a small glass of wine and slowly drank it.

"So, watching the show from here is the best choice? I feel like you’re a follower of the ’Deep Sea Alliance.’

"How could that be? I’ve been with you for over a decade now." The aide had to correct his position, becoming humble and respectful, no longer indulging in rhetoric.

"Hmph, good that you know." Sarans sipped his wine slowly.

"Fine, I’ll listen to you this time. I’ll go take a nap, but outwardly, say the governor is urgently discussing strategies."

"Maybe we should do something to allay everyone’s anxiety."

"Afterward, just say it’s too late, can’t make it in time."

"Understood, understood." The aide nodded repeatedly, then saw the governor out of the office.

Minutes later, he returned to the office, his gaze fixed on the screen displaying the continuously dropping dots, a complex expression on his face.

’Are they leaving...’ A faint voice accompanied by a sigh lightly echoed in the quiet room.

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In the streets, hover cars shuttled randomly and frantically, with autonomous units responsible for warnings arriving from time to time to adjust routes and maintain order.

"Please obey traffic rules; do not shuttle randomly and breach the warning barriers." The mechanical synthesized voice sounded from the small body, but unfortunately, the surrounding remained chaotic, with no one paying attention.

"At this time, who’s caring about traffic rules anymore? I won’t be a Federation citizen in the future; can they still come after me?" Someone nonchalantly quipped, then accelerated their car to the maximum speed.

In the trunk of his hover car, he placed his packed belongings, including his treasured photos, diaries, gifts from parents in the past, beloved collectibles, and other items he intended to take even if leaving the Federation. Beyond this, he had nothing else.

His so-called relatives had all departed from this world, leaving him with no ties. Life hadn’t brought him much joy, only numerous farewells and sadness. Now, a brand new opportunity lay before him, as if fate had guided him to make this choice.

"Just in time for this moment, at this juncture, I have no ties, nor any other choices." He muttered, affirming his conviction, then drove the hovercar faster and faster, like a moth rushing recklessly toward the flame.

There were many others like him, perhaps not as severe or as determined, but those choosing to head to the rendezvous point were all people looking to change their old lives. They no longer longed for this land, wishing only to journey to a distant foreign land to start anew, despite the significant risks and dangers involved.

Over the vast wilderness, a gray-blue shuttlecraft descended with intense air currents, then the closed belly hatch opened, revealing a spacious interior.

Here was the rendezvous point of the ’Deep Sea Alliance’ faction, with the deep blue wave emblem projected on the ground. Then a white beam of light shot skyward, serving as a beacon, guiding those who made the choice to come.

In the following days, countless Federation residents arrived here, some anxious, some restless, some uneasy, registering, and receiving new identity chips, and then stepping into the gray-blue belly.

Five days later, the last shuttlecraft took off, taking away the personnel from this location, and on the outer area of the inhabited planet, a massive Home Starship had already gathered nearly a million people.

Such a magnificent starship, during the decisive battle of the Fifth Fleet penetrating into the Border Region, took away tens of billions of people, and they also managed to leave this area before the Fifth Fleet returned.

...

Inside the Home Starship adorned with mountains and lakes, Luo Fenghua stood by the railing, gazing at the star sea beyond the sky, with each Home Starship moving forward slowly like wings-spread Flying Birds. The wind blew her hair and clothes, turning them into flowing ribbons dancing in the air.

Facing this scene, she slowly closed her eyes, countless memories and attachments transforming into a gentle sigh.

"The years to come will be a time of great change."

Half a month later, numerous Home Starships assembled into an array obscuring the starlight, with solar sails like clouds, moving forward slowly like giant whales, gradually elongating, venturing into the distant deep sea.

Their destination was the Andromeda Star System, 2.45 million light-years away, a galaxy far grander and vast than the Milky Way, and the endpoint of this long journey.

"We will awaken in hundreds of years, by then all that was will be no more."

"You will be a new person, and we will build our realm in that faraway place."

"Per aspera ad astra" (Through hardships to the stars)