Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Holy Soccarnas, Four Holy Great Cathedrals, residential area.

The place arranged for Tilan by the Cult is quiet, with rows of red mulberry trees outside the mansion, towering and with dense canopies, layers of red leaves overlapping.

Upon arriving at the arranged room, Tilan first lay on the bed for a few minutes, then supported her tired body to the nearby bathroom for a shower, pulled the curtains, covered herself with the quilt, and fell asleep deeply.

She was truly tired and didn't want to think about anything at this moment.

...

It seemed like she slept for a long time. When Tilan woke up again, she found herself sitting on the bed, surrounded by opened bags of chips, unfinished blueberries and kumquats, and a small fan blowing beside her.

What is this?

She looked at her attire: a black T-shirt, shorts exposing her legs, and her personal terminal playing dramas beside her.

Who else would do such things with this body besides her?

'Temisia.'

'What's up, my dear sister?' Her sister's lazy voice came from her mind.

"What did you do while I was asleep?"

"Yawn~ see for yourself."

Tilan forced herself to recall, and she vaguely saw what Temisia did while she was asleep: waking up at night to eat barbeque in the commercial district of Saint Cassos, then calling the Court of Judgment staff to ask if they could handle the Cult, and ordered those specially assigned to protect her to get materials on the Cult to read to her.

After finishing all these, returning to the residential area at midnight, she had someone deliver the latest gaming console and played games for five hours until she cleared them, by which time dawn had broken.

Then she ordered takeout, indulged in luxurious meals that Tilan rarely had, and slept for three hours. By noon, the Court of Judgment informed Temisia that due to the Cult being special, any interference by them required an application to the council for approval.

Temisia scolded them and then had them prepare some High Rank agent equipment and gadgets for her.

In the afternoon, Temisia went to the Cult's station, found the Priest of Water Sanctuary, and expressed her interest in learning about the training methods of the Divine Prohibited Knights. She requested a perfectly fitting Divine Prohibited Knight Armor and engaged in a three-hour sparring session with the Knight Order at the base while riding a mechanical warhorse.

In the evening, after venting through combat, Temisia went to a grand hotel in Saint Cassos, booked the rooftop swimming pool, had ice poured into it, and enjoyed swimming in the icy water for 2 hours. At night, she continued dining by the pool, summoning the accompanying staff from the Court of Judgment to join her, inquiring about their specific work situations and subtly probing the limits of their abilities.

After dinner, Temisia took the accompanying staff from the Court of Judgment to a shooting range, specifically preparing a powerful heavy machine gun for rampant firing, before returning to the residential area at night. After bathing, finding the room too quiet and dull, she had someone deliver ancient local home appliances of the planet—a fan—allowing it to blow on her while listening to newly released music tracks.

That night, finally not staying up late, the next morning Temisia continued ordering luxury breakfast feasts, went shopping, bought many clothes in various styles including T-shirts and ultra-shorts Tilan rarely purchased. At noon, it was a variety of cold drinks and sweet ice creams by the roadside. In the afternoon, she had items sent back to the residential area and went to the Cult station again, seeking someone to teach the ancient techniques of the Great Axe and Hammer, and sparred with the Cult Masters, scattering stones all over the field.

At night, she had the Court of Judgment prepare hacker programs for her to hack into ordinary electronic devices at any time, passed on the requirements list, and gave them two bags of gifts bought in the morning, including a dress Temisia tried on.

At midnight, she went online, contacted former classmates she hadn't reached out to lately; some ended up in sarcastic arguments, others were caring, and she casually gifted quite a sum of money and even instructed the Court of Judgment to investigate any issues with those guys, preferably putting them behind bars.

After sleeping for four hours, waking up at 9 am on the third day, having breakfast while lying on the bed watching dramas, munching on snacks. At this point, Hexia finally awoke to take over the body.

Even with Tilan's usually calm disposition, she couldn't help but clench her fist and feel the urge to shout now.

Deep breath, can't do this; her image was already ruined, and shouting would only be embarrassing.

After a good while, Tilan slowly opened her eyes, first looking at the crumbs scattered on the bed and the fruit plate placed directly on the bed, then carefully stood up, tidied these things, put the fruit plate back on the table, and threw the rest into the trash can.

She turned off the personal terminal playing dramas, took the small fan off the bed, and placed it on the table beside. After doing all this, Tilan lay on the bed again, as if telling herself that all the happenings of the past few days were just a dream.

'It's not a dream, Tilan.' Temisia's voice echoed in her mind again, and even without seeing her face, Tilan could feel her smiling.

"Sister, you're so annoying." Tilan pulled up the quilt and curled inside.

"Ahahaha, even you have a breaking point, huh? I thought you were the type of sweet girl who never gets angry."

"Everyone gets angry; it's my own body, and yet it was used to do so many image-shattering things, I don't even know how to explain it later."