"Um..."
"I’m fine watching the performance on my own, you don’t need to do this."
Looking at the composed young girl by his side, Ronald couldn’t help but think of a phrase.
—As long as you’re not embarrassed, then it’s the others who are embarrassed.
Although the situation didn’t exactly fit, Ronald was now feeling sothing similar.
Faced with a servant girl so accustod to such matters,
he really found himself at a loss for words.
However, in stark contrast to Ronald’s confusion, the servant girl simply smiled faintly in response to the attitude of the spectators in the theater.
"Sir, if you need anything, feel free to call on ."
"I will be waiting at the door for you."
Saying this, the girl smoothly stood up, arranged the fruit and fine wine Ronald had put aside earlier, and then gracefully left the room.
Throughout these motions, the servant girl maintained an air of complete ease.
She was clearly very familiar with her work,
so much so that she could deal with all kinds of attitudes with such composure.
On the other side, Ronald, sitting in his chair, felt sowhat emotional.
His gaze swept over the items at his side, and without touching the already opened wine, he picked up so fruit to taste.
"It’s so sour..."
While reflecting on the taste of the fruit, the performance below on the stage finally began.
Before the actors appeared, the theater dimd so lights.
While the audience could still observe their surroundings, on the particularly bright stage, people’s gazes were unintentionally drawn to it.
First, a neat and ethereal chorus ca from behind the stage.
Although there were no instrunts to embellish, the voice alone, honed over years of training, imdiately created a sacred and pure atmosphere in the theater.
Upon hearing such singing, Ronald felt a sense of anticipation.
Is this Alida’s program?
In such a magnificent place, the performance was of this kind?
Among the expectations, a smiling young girl slowly appeared on the stage.
Her flowing azure gown elegantly highlighted her perfect figure, while her flawless face took a mont to survey the audience, her steel-blue pupils taking in everything within the theater.
At the sa ti, she held a lantern in her hand.
Under the clever use of light, Alida at that mont seed like a lantern goddess erging from the night.
At that instant, it seed as if all the spectators in the theater were captivated by her aura.
Not even daring to emit a loud breath.
And it was with this posture and presence that Alida began to sing:
"My dear, co walk with .
I cannot find the right path for you.
But fear not.
I am the guardian light that always burns.
Guiding your steady step through the night.
Sotis we endure dangers and hardships.
But they are just trials on the path of righteousness.
A fiery will burns in your heart, hot as fla.
It will ignite , and it will ignite the night.
You carry not a curse, ...
Her lodious voice carried a wealth of emotion.
With the musical knowledge Ronald once had, he could no longer critique Alida’s singing technique.
If he had to say...
The singing voice entered into the hearts of the audience in the theater.
Great music can stir emotions, and at this mont, Alida was fully embodying this point.
With no mystical powers at play.
The pure combination of technique and emotion was no less impactful than the spells cast by Caster.
Art too can shake the soul.
As the song ended, Alyssa slowly exited the stage.
This song, praising a legendary hero, had conveyed its emotions to everyone present so much so that they montarily forgot even the courtesy of applause.
Seated in a second-floor box, Ronald, who had been exposed to various cultures from around the world, was the first to stand up, and then he started clapping his hands.
Clap—Clap—
Clap Clap Clap—
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap—
With Ronald’s actions leading,
the first person followed with applause.
Then the second, the third, the tenth...
Until all the audience mbers joined in.
Warm applause was given to Alyssa, who had brought them the song, fully igniting people’s enthusiasm!
————
In such a fervent atmosphere, performance number 37 continued.
After Alyssa’s opening song, the subsequent acts began in an orderly fashion.
The troupe presented a segnt of a long story in a segnted narrative structure; it was roughly about a Knight who received tragic treatnt and then, led by a girl incarnated as a goddess, searched for the aning of life.
As for Ronald in the luxurious box.
All he could say was that he really liked Alyssa’s singing.
Until today, this person had never demonstrated such professional skill before Ronald.
It was like a friend who you usually have a good ti with.
Suddenly revealing a previously unheard-of skill at a gathering, it felt quite refreshing.
With an expression of considerable satisfaction, Ronald nodded and picked up the last piece of fruit from a plate and ate it.
Since it was complintary from the theater, it would have been wasteful not to eat it.
He stood up nonchalantly from his chair and leaned against the wall watching the theater below.
The performance had ended.
Audience mbers on the outermost edges were exiting in an orderly manner, and the actors on stage were responding to the enthusiastic spectators.
As Alyssa’s friend, Ronald waited ceremonially for everything to end.
Then he would leave the theater and head back.
An excellent performance, a harmonious theater, an outstanding singer.
If to make a comparison, although the difference wasn’t as vast as heaven and earth, Ronald definitely thought that theater number 37 was better than Saldak.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a piercing scream rose from the second floor.
As people gradually left the theater, which began to quiet down, the scream sounded particularly clear.
Imdiately, everyone’s eyes turned toward the direction of the scream.
Alyssa, who had a genuine smile and was gently embracing a little girl on stage, also shifted her gaze in that direction.
"..."
And so, in silence,
the eyes of Ronald and Alyssa t in midair.
One was a bit embarrassed, and the other’s pupils were filled with helplessness and conflict.
The forr was Alyssa, the latter, Ronald.
The reason was quite simple.
This sudden scream ca from the direction just behind Ronald.
He turned around with a look of discontent.
Ronald snapped his fingers lightly, then summoned the original text:
"Its na is Styx.
The dark water flows downward, reaching the feet of a dark and precipitous cliff.
..."
He summoned a black mist under his clothes.
After making these preparations, Ronald adjusted his collar gently and then turned to push the door and exit.
Everything was so obvious.
Just outside Ronald’s box, a lifeless body lay on the ground.
—The prior servant girl.
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