NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

"Difficulty? What's so difficult about creating music? It can be released within two or three months."

Upon hearing this perplexing question, Warren couldn't help but cast a surprised glance at the host. As a true musical genius, her answer came from the bottom of her heart.

Can you really encounter difficulties when creating music?

Is it really just a matter of humming something casually while eating, thinking about it while taking a shower, and suddenly a song comes to life?

"Uh...hehe, as expected of our genius singer." The host laughed awkwardly. "But I just interviewed Noyce, and a long time ago I had the privilege of interviewing Alia. They both expressed their difficulties in creating and performing."

"They are themselves, but they are not me."

The genius woman, oblivious to her own genius, replied with dissatisfaction, "It is my name, Wollem, not theirs."

"Perhaps it's because you have different attitudes toward music?"

Sensing the negative emotions in Wollum's tone, and having done her homework, Faithley quietly brought up a topic she had been keeping hidden for a long time.

"Perhaps they take music too seriously, after all, each of them is a musician who strives for perfection."

"what?"

When Faithley voluntarily named Noyce and Aria as musicians, but not herself, how could Warren's short temper possibly hold back?

She immediately raised her eyebrows, ready to unleash a torrent of inflammatory remarks.

However, just as the superstar was about to make a big splash, the manager's soft yet steady and magnetic voice came through the earpiece.

"Ask her what her definition of perfection is. Then tell her that your current state is the most perfect. No matter what she says to refute your point of view, just say, has there ever been a work of art in the world that everyone agrees is perfect?"

Upon hearing the strategist's excellent advice, Warren, who was still known for his "straightforward" style when it came to retorting, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and immediately countered the host's idea with his own speaking style.

Her tone was as sharp as ever, but her words were countless times more incisive than before.

What is the definition and standard of perfection? Is there any work in history that can be universally recognized as perfect? ​​If someone sincerely denies it, can it still be considered perfect?

A series of rhetorical questions that were enough to involve philosophical speculation caught Faithley completely off guard.

Something's not right... Who taught her these words?!

Faith's gaze instinctively drifted towards the unremarkable man outside the window, but Warren keenly noticed her movement.

"It seems you don't know much about art, host."

Knowing he had won the first round of the war, the big star, like a spirited young general, proudly raised his chin and seized the opportunity of the enemy's retreating silence to pursue them relentlessly.

"Both my time and yours are precious. The host didn't do any prior research on music before discussing it with me. Are you just trying to get by?"

"..."

Seeing that Warren was relentlessly pursuing her, Faithley had no choice but to grit her teeth and move on to the next topic.

"I've heard that quite a few of your fans have recently stopped supporting you..."

"That's their own choice. What? Do you think I'm going to force them to like me?"

"Okay, so online, you verbally attacked a fan who had stopped following you..."

"Does the Ark Law prohibit rappers from swearing online? To be honest, I seriously doubt if he's even a fan of mine. Hasn't he heard my songs? I dare to sing them, so why would I be afraid to swear online?"

Should I start singing when I swear from now on?

"As an idol..."

"What idol? I'm a singer. It seems you really didn't do your homework for this interview."

"Wait... Warren, what are you trying to do?"

"I think this interview was a complete waste of time. Since you don't respect me, I'm too lazy to respect you either. I don't want to record this show anymore, that's it."

Oh, and tell your boss to remember to use a different professional next time.

pat.

With his headphones tossed onto the control panel, Warren walked out of the recording studio without looking back, giving Phoenix a quick wink before leaving the room.

……

"Ah~ so comfortable!"

Stepping out of the office building, a cheerful Warren stretched dramatically, completely oblivious to the fact that her alluring and sexy figure had caught the eye of her agent.

"Speaking of which, did the agent have lunch after leaving the rehabilitation center?"

"No, not at all." Phoenix was contacting Mihara and Yuni, telling them to come out from backstage quickly. "Is the boss planning to treat me to dinner?"

"Bingo~"

Warren turned to the side, casually put on his sunglasses, and said:

"Let's go, I'll take you to try some real steak."

Chapter Forty-Five: Carrying Away

Eating is a joyful thing.

The journey to dinner should, in theory, be a pleasant experience.

However, after an hour of Warren driving her beloved supercar, carrying her agent and two bodyguards, at a snail's pace, slowly making its way to downtown...

The superstar's patience was completely worn down by the damn road conditions.

So she immediately made a phone call to the studio staff, offering them five times the overtime pay to come and drive her.

She then rummaged through the car to find a complete set of disguises and props, and after more than twenty minutes of effort, successfully transformed herself.

Immediately afterwards, Warren, who was not recognizable, got out of the car with Phoenix and the other two, and walked towards the intersection ahead, intending to see why the traffic was stuck.

"Huh, it's another parade."

When several plastic signs reading "Amend the Niki Human Rights Act," "Abandon the modification of Niki," and "Ban the use of human brains" came into view, Warren's anger instantly dissipated like smoke.

"These kinds of parades usually last until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. If we want to get to the Royal Garden Restaurant, we basically have to rely on cycling or walking."

"Agent, let me treat you to steak another day. How about we just grab a bite at a fancy restaurant today?"

"I'm fine with anything, there's no rush."

Phoenix didn't seem to care much about that; he was more interested in confirming the scale and situation of the march, so he continued walking on his own.

Seeing him like this, Yuni and Mihara, who knew nothing about the parade, naturally followed closely behind.

Only Warren, who knew the inside story, reacted quickly and grabbed Phoenix's hand, explaining in a low voice:

“Agent, most of these protesters are also extremists. They are actually very hostile to the commander, and many of them believe that the commander is also one of the murderers who killed their daughter.”

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing what Warren said, Phoenix heeded his advice and withdrew his foot.

More than worrying about being ganged up on, he's now afraid of accidentally killing a passerby in the chaos.

Just when someone was about to give up, a warning from Anick instantly made him pay close attention.

【Look at the map, I've found the woman! Same height, same bust size, and facial contours are 91.65% similar, based solely on the curves formed by floating points!】

As soon as the AI ​​finished speaking, the commander, eager for revenge, had no time to explain further to Worthum and the others.

"Come with me to pursue someone. I'll tell you the details later."

Having said that, the man disregarded Warren's "follow his lead" principle, flung the other's hand away, and charged sharply towards the opposite corner of the intersection.

……

……

"Yes, the parade has grown to about seven hundred people."

At the crossroads, behind an advertising billboard on the rooftop of a restaurant, Viper reported the situation into his earpiece while fiddling with a rifle he had smuggled from the police station.

If you look closely, you can clearly see a hint of resentment and malice hidden in her sweet, pastry-like eyes.

"They've gone this far, surely they're bound to make a scene by now."

boom! ! !

Just as the woman was mentally prepared to open fire and cause chaos, the iron door to the rooftop was kicked open from the inside.

At the very front, Warren raised her beautiful right leg, assuming a finishing side kick pose.

"Huh? Has the rapper switched careers and become a policeman?"

Viper smiled and raised the muzzle of her gun, looking as if NIMPH was completely ineffective against her.

Warren: "!"

Boom! ! !

Just as the hooded woman was about to pull the trigger.

Located at the staircase, Phoenix, who reacted the fastest, didn't have time to think. He reached out his right hand, grabbed his boss's leather belt, and pulled him back with all his might, causing the still-stunned Warren to fall backward.

If it weren't for the fact that someone's ribs and spine had been thoughtfully reinforced by Anik, then with Warren's over 100-kilogram bionic body, he probably would have been crushed to the point of cardiac arrest on the spot.

"Pfft~"

Seeing such a dramatic scene, the venomous snake, who had no intention of firing a shot, chuckled softly.