"Thank you." The young girl bent down in gratitude, then lifted her head, her eyes of flowing silver light slowly scanning the crowd, contemplating internally.

I wonder what the current situation of the Federation's upper echelon is, how much control the Federal Congress still has; the final decision on this matter is highly likely to fall to the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral, since they are truly the institution within the Federation focused on combating the Black Sun. All the Songstresses are nominally under their jurisdiction.

A return trip is necessary now, Tilan thought, glanced at Ores, who seemed a bit shy, and held her hand, giving her slight reassurance.

A month later, a temporary inter-temporal route was constructed. Though it could not accommodate large battleships, some small superluminal starships could use the route to enter the Aijieka Sea, traveling between the Rose Federation Central and this remote Star Domain.

Regarding everything that happened on this planet, the Federation is still under information lockdown, not disclosed to the outside world yet. Currently, Federation residents only know that traces of the Black Sun have appeared somewhere in the Milky Way, sparking curiosity among many.

Upon arriving in the Floral Crown Star Domain, Tilan met with the High Priest of the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral, underwent further detailed questioning, and also met with the upper echelon of the Court of Judgment to discuss and narrate the situations of the past three years.

Only after her own matters were largely addressed did she have the leisure to participate in dealing with that Lost Planet.

Initially, due to her qualifications and position, she was not eligible to partake in such major affairs. But as one of the Federation's only Sun Songstresses, having demonstrated impressive strength in the upheaval, her opinions forced the Federation's upper echelons to take heed.

Blanchi alone divided the Western Star Region, and Tilan's current standing in the Southern Star Domain is not much less than that of Blanchi. She even has multiple Songstresses backing her. Such strength, even those aloof Central Council members, have to handle her cautiously and politely, not daring to easily dismiss her suggestions.

Thus, through Tilan's mediation and the tacit approval of the Western Star Region's representatives, the various species on this Lost Planet were preserved under the guise of scientific supervision. But as a price, this planet and its Star System would henceforth be closely monitored, with the Golden Flame Grand Cathedral, Court of Judgment, Federal Congress, Military, and even the Sigma Mechanical Council and Holy White Melody sending people to jointly oversee.

Half a year later, as all the dealings were concluding, the situation of this planet was disclosed to the Federation. This was also the first time Federation residents saw living Newborn Races on television, each varied in form and unique.

"Finally, I want to introduce the Silkworm Moth Species." Rarely appearing in such educational programs as a Songstress, Tilan made her presence.

She appeared on camera holding several timid little ones. These small beings, with pure white moth wings, soon attracted many admirers, especially upon learning that they contributed to defeating the Black Sun; many harbored goodwill towards them, unlike the rejection faced by other Newborn Races.

Compared to other Newborn Races, the Silkworm Moth Species are indeed somewhat weak, even struggling to run fast as their moth wings cause interference, and wind resistance is significant. As for flying, they can only flutter slightly, barely gliding; to freely fly, they need to reach Sequence 3.

Nonetheless, such harmless traits have instead made them the most popular Newborn Race, frequently appearing in numerous Federation reports.

Regarding this phenomenon, some rejoice while others worry; rejoicing that Federation residents no longer demonize Newborn Races, worrying whether this attitude might lead the Federation to be lenient in future confrontations with new Black Suns and Newborn Races, unable to act as decisively as before.

"Everything has pros and cons, but currently, I want to normalize the image of Newborn Races in everyone's eyes." In the conference room, Tilan conveyed this to her team members.

Still, despite the Federation publicly disclosing much information, some sensitive details were concealed, such as the specifics of the Silver Wings Species, Tilan's act of raising the Moon Crown, Ores' survival, and Artificial Angel Loloria, etc.

The template of information known to the people is that Hexia, the Songstress accidentally fell onto this planet, discovering the rising Black Sun, and through emitting a dazzling Silver Star helped the Federal Official to determine precise spatial coordinates. Subsequently, the fleet was dispatched to the Star System where the mutation occurred, destroying the rising Black Sun·Celestia through combat; regarding her Favored Silver Wings Species, they were glossed over, not exhibiting any image to the public.

As for the final data officially released: after the battle ended, only 126 members of the Silver Wings Species survived. They will be incarcerated for life, never appearing in the public eye.

Assisting in the rise of the Moon Crown, Tilan can appeal for many species, but regarding the Favored of the rising Black Sun, whether to prevent possible future crises or to impose necessary punishment, she finds it difficult to halt the Federation's issued elimination order.

It is indeed very harsh, but for the Rose Federation bearing historical responsibility and mission, such actions are necessary; should the Newborn Races propagate, they would inevitably threaten the survival of native humans, a painful lesson left by the Fifth Epoch that no one dares defy.

The discussions and decisions of the Federation's upper echelons gradually concluded, and although the various species on this planet lost their former freedom, they still survived, living far better than before, at least clean water and food were no longer dreams.

Perhaps, for lives originally on the brink, this is indeed a paradise.

No more wars, can roam under the trees, enjoying this clear midsummer.