Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Based on the feedback from the previous competitions, the hot favorites to win include the mermaid teams from various Star Domains, the Elves living in the 'Shattered Court,' and the star children who have long resided in space stations," the teacher began to speak of the matters concerning the competition that was to begin the next day.

"The advantage of mermaids in zero-gravity environments goes without saying, and the star children have long been accustomed to living in space stations. As for the 'Shattered Court,' it's a rather special place," he pondered for a moment.

In the final war of the Fifth Epoch, many planets were destroyed, one of which cracked open under the ravages of a pitch-black blazing sun, casting its fragments into space. Although most life on the planet perished, a small chunk remained because the roots of the World Tree growing on the planet firmly anchored it, preventing it from completely dispersing. The World Tree itself, still vital, upheld a small protective barrier, safeguarding the Elves within.

Though the World Tree had been greatly weakened in the planet's destruction, with many of its branches and leaves withering, the surviving parts continued to shelter the Central District, allowing this group of Elves to live on.

After the war ended, this World Tree drifting through space received some aid, but its inhabitants did not leave. They continued to live there, gradually adapting to the space environment, quite at odds with the mainstream Elves of the Federation—thus originated the 'Shattered Court.'

After the teacher provided a detailed explanation and concluded the story of the 'Shattered Court,' the students felt various emotions stirring within them.

"Suddenly, I feel like our Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain is just a tiny piece of the vast Federation."

"Yet, even within this tiny piece, many people cannot explore it all in their lifetime."

"The Federation truly is colossal. With such vastness in time and space, it's no wonder some say it's a miracle that the Federation has managed to hold together until now."

"Four hundred years isn't that long. According to the lifespan of Elves, it's only three generations. It is said that 300 years after the passing of Princess Emuralin, there are still Elves who met her in their youth who yearn for that Color Level Songstress."

"Since Elves were heavily involved in the Federation's early construction and many of them still occupy key positions, as long as these individuals retain their affection and beliefs towards the Federation, a baseline can generally be maintained."

"However, it has been over 400 years since Princess Emuralin passed away, and even her echo in time is gradually fading away." As everyone sat in the observation deck of the hotel, looking out at the changing nightscapes, a sense of melancholy arose in many.

"Alright, let's not dwell on these saddening matters. Isn't there still Tilan? I truly believe in and look forward to Tilan's future, the shimmering promise of a Songstress, an aspiration for beauty," Efnie said, clapping her hands lightly and sharing her thoughts with everyone as their gaze invariably converged on the black-haired young woman sitting by the window, staring at the bustling night view.

Today, she wore a fitted white shirt with a floral collar, embellished with a touch of lace at the sleeves. Her chest rose slightly, accentuating her body's curves as she sat holding a teacup, gazing outside, leaving everyone to only view her tied-up hair and ribbon.

Hearing her name mentioned, Tilan came back to her senses and turned her head to see everyone looking at her, tilting her head slightly.

"What's happened?" Her simple glance around the room caused everyone to pause in admiration and strengthened their belief in Efnie's statement.

Without saying anything else, just seeing the unintentional charm that Tilan exuded, it was probable that she represented an extraordinary strength even among Songstresses.

"The competition starts the day after tomorrow. Good luck, Tilan~" The group deftly shifted the conversation.

"Tilan will definitely win, go for it with all your might~"

"Sister Tilan is the best~"

"Hmm hmm, thank you, everyone." Although a bit puzzled as to why everyone was suddenly cheering her on, the overall sincerity and simplicity of everyone's emotions were genuine, and the girl felt a faint touch of emotion.

"I will do my best to win the crown," she added.

Afterward, the topic during dinner shifted to other subjects, such as the rules and style of the upcoming grand competition. Later, everyone sat in the living room of their suite, watching recordings of the previous competitions.

In this way, time passed quickly, and before long, it was the day of the official competition.

The venue for the competition was not inside the station but on a special giant stage outside the space station. It was a massive golden 'ring' rotating in space. Engraved on the outside of the 'ring' was the introduction to the competition, clearly visible even in the vast expanse of space. Inside the ring, neatly arranged seats lined the wall, some designated as VIP rooms and others as platforms and rooms for the competitors. In the center of the ring, a giant hollow dial spun continuously.

In the hollow dial, hands, gears, and scattered dial structures crisscrossed, creating spaces that opened and closed intermittently. Competitors would fight with swords inside this complex and exquisite giant dial. They had to defeat their opponents without damaging any part of the dial, or they would face deductions and failure.

Such battle requirements placed extreme demands on the competitors' swordsmanship, techniques, and strength control, especially in a zero-gravity environment which provided much room for maneuver. Therefore, it has given rise to many spectacular moments, keeping the competition's popularity high.

"Now, with excitement, I announce that the 'Dawnstar Lake Sword Fighting' competition officially begins!"