Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1018 - 111: The Girl with Purple Eyes in the Mirror_2
The room is slightly empty now, with only the young girl sitting at the head of the long table and two sword-bearing members standing by the door.
Taking advantage of this quiet afternoon, Tilan closed her eyes and carefully recalled, some vague fragments of memory began to emerge in her mind.
Indeed, it was her action that led to this. The day after the performance ended, she met with visiting guests again and called upon familiar representatives from the Giant Business, arranging for them to dispatch skilled and professional personnel to inspect each enterprise intending to collaborate.
In the subsequent time, she frequently met with representatives from various companies, listened to reports of investigative audits from professionals, and continuously discussed with members of her think tank team.
As time went on, contracts were signed one after another, and brand new investment companies were rapidly established, their speed and efficiency were nothing short of miraculous. Perhaps it was because of her identity as a Songstress that she didn't encounter obstacles in official reviews and approvals.
The memories were undoubtedly hers, but it seemed like her personality had changed drastically during this period, operating like a cold, fully functional machine, intimidating visitors with ulterior motives, forcing opponents to hand over necessary shares with strong-arm tactics, rejecting representatives who attempted to interfere with her choices, and having companies dismiss personnel who concealed information, etc.
When did she become so decisive, Tilan thought to herself. Actually, she had thought about these strategies and measures before; she had even internally rehearsed many tactics, pondering how to deal with the opposing side. After all, she had interacted with numerous large enterprises while at Edith Academy.
However, although she could see these 'strategy options', she seldom acted on them, mostly due to her nature, as she didn't want to overly involve herself in profit-driven conflicts.
If she remained quiet and unnoticed, perhaps she could maintain a peaceful and tranquil life; this was her subconscious thought.
Profits are often the source of danger and intrigue; if she stayed away from the center of profits, perhaps she could avoid these conflicts and schemes, which was her always simple thought.
Therefore, even though she once won first place at the Winter Festival competition, possessed an outstanding Songstress talent, and held strong influence in Edith Academy and Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain, she seldom utilized these things because she vaguely sensed that once certain elements were involved, there would be no turning back.
It would no longer be her personal problem but the problem of everyone standing beside her. She could withdrawal from the world and leave, but how these organizations and enterprises would survive, the future paths of those who supported her, etc.
In the end, she still entered this vortex, perhaps there never was an option to leave.
Ever since the day she was discovered to have the Songstress talent at the Maid Cafe by Yulanduoja, everything was already destined.
As a Songstress, she would inevitably be approached by various organizations and forces, even if she didn't want to involve herself in any profit disputes. But since the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain's people love her so much, that love would transform into a heavy responsibility.
One always has to do something for their hometown, and this is the starting point for many Songstresses venturing into business and politics.
Sitting in the empty room, Tilan leaned against the back of her chair, her eyes slightly closed, feeling the change in her thoughts as the tips of her hair danced in the wind.
She didn't exactly regret it, but there was a certain faint sense of destiny and melancholy.
She opened her eyes, looked at the leaves swaying slightly in the sunshine outside the window, and sighed that the peaceful days were probably coming to an end.
...
Eventually, she lightly leaped down from the chair and came to the mirror in the corner of the conference hall. She looked at the black-haired, gentle girl in the mirror, covered one eye with a hand, and watched the radiance flowing in the other blue eye.
"It's time to come out and meet, sister."
She put down her hand, and the other eye slowly opened, revealing a deep purple light that contrasted with the bright blue.
One clear and tranquil, one mysterious and intrusive, two different charms of personality presented simultaneously, it was like conversing with two different people looking at these heterochromia eyes.
"Oh, my clever little sister realized so quickly." A familiar voice echoed in Tilan's ear, as the girl in the mirror showed a playful smile.
"You indeed survived." Tilan casually remarked, unsurprised by the outcome.
"Despite being the closest of blood relatives, does Tilan hate her sister that much?" The girl in the mirror's eyes turned entirely purple, while the girl outside the mirror had blue eyes, and a divergence appeared in their movements.
"It's not hate, just dislike." Tilan rarely showed stubbornness, seemingly unable to maintain her usual calm and peace in Temisia's presence.
"Ah, little Tilan is sulking again." Temisia in the mirror teased.
"Still holding a grudge against me? How about I apologize to you then?"
"There's no sincerity at all in your apology, sister." Tilan slightly shook her head, refusing such verbal apologies.
"What does Tilan want then? You know I'm never going to regret the past, right?"
This was Temisia, even if she was wrong, she would never feel regret or remorse, possessing an absolute confident candor. freēwēbnovel.com
"I know, so I don't expect your apology." Tilan sighed softly.
"Had I known, I wouldn't have simulated your personality to think through problems, resulting in waking you from your slumber."
