Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Maybe Elsa and Ursula are watching the broadcast in Brilda right now."

Bianca remembered that Brilda Truth's Voice Broadcasting Company seemed to have secured the broadcasting rights.

"They'll definitely be watching."

Ryan said with a smile.

Ursula always praised the Grey Princess act whenever she mentioned it, exclaiming how wonderful it was that night.

He turned his head to look at the Second War God, Salon, on the other side.

Although Salon said nothing, it was clear that he was very focused.

Even during the Twelve War Gods' blessing ceremony on the National Festival day, Salon wasn't this interested. His hands were even slightly trembling with excitement.

"Meow."

The Cat Boss looked worriedly towards backstage behind the curtain.

In fact, it was very concerned about Lanci's condition today.

He seemed to have hallucinations in the morning.

No one knew how close Lanlan was to his limit, maybe just a bit more pressure would completely crush him.

The Cat Boss then turned back.

It saw that the biggest variable, Talia, had already returned to her seat in the audience, which eased its worries considerably.

The one most likely to break Lanci's mindset wasn't the hard-working Great Love Poet, but Tata, who solely relied on talent.

"Don't worry, this performance will definitely succeed."

Abigail glanced at the Little Black Cat, seeming to have read its thoughts, and spoke to herself.

Out of her own conscience and professional integrity, it was very hard for her to acknowledge the coincidental success of the previous Grey Princess act performance.

To her, successes that couldn't be replicated had nothing to do with her as a director.

This time, she would present the best answer to the audience, showcasing the true strength of the actors.

Buzz.

With the changes in the lighting of the hall and the preview music.

The audience reminded each other, and the entire hall quickly quieted down, all focusing their attention on the direction of the curtain.

The soft background music on the stage began to play, the lights gradually brightened, and the curtain slowly opened.

...

Backstage on the main stage of the Ikelite Opera House.

The space was dimly lit; the corners were piled with backup props and decorations, with only a few small lamps emitting faint light.

On the floor covered with fireproof carpet, staff in work uniforms hurried back and forth.

As the echoes from the front gradually faded, under Tolyado's direction, the staff used short-range intercoms to confirm the stage's readiness, then nodded to the actors.

In an instant, the orchestra began to play the prelude, and a beam of light shone on the edge of the curtain, illuminating the steps.

Even backstage, the sounds from the stage could be heard.

Now, it was just some prologues about the era's background, meant to immerse the audience in the era's atmosphere during the Holy War a hundred years ago and to feel the grandeur and turmoil of the Northern Continent.

Lanci and Hyperion, the male and female leads, dressed in splendid attire, ignored the people bustling around them, waiting quietly for the first scene to begin.

"Hyperion, let's do our best later."

Lanci walked towards the curtain, looking at Hyperion with more reassurance in his eyes.

Although Hyperion arrived later than he expected, she was still punctual.

"No problem."

"Hyperion" said confidently, stepping forward with him.

When the stage lights darken entirely, and once they light up again, it'll be the first scene. She only needs to sit in the Governor's room's chair and have the opening dialogue with the Governor.

Such a simple task, she certainly wouldn't make a mistake.

The darkness on the stage continued for a long time after the prologue ended.

Only the deliberately amplified sound of a heartbeat echoed through the hall.

The lighting changed, starting the first scene.

The setting was a deep gray Demon Race style luxurious bedroom in a noble mansion, with deep red velvet sofa and chairs placed near the fireplace, where logs and sparks crackled.

The spotlight fell on the two of them.

"Why are you sitting in my room, Half-Demon Lady?"

The Demon Race Governor looked at the figure on the retro leather chair, asking with a slightly cold and displeased tone.

"Because I'm your fiancée."

The Half-Witch noble lady placed her hands on her knees, proudly raising her chin.

It was as though she had been in this room many times, showing no sign of being a guest, treating it entirely as her own home.

"..."

Lanci hesitated for half a second.

He felt something was off with Hyperion's performance today.

She seemed much more exuberant than during rehearsals.

However, Lanci quickly dismissed his doubts, thinking perhaps Xiu Bao was in a good mood today, which changed her performance effect. In any case, she was thoroughly enjoying it.

"What needs to be done to stop you from pestering me?"

The Demon Race Governor held his forehead, knocking on the door.

He wanted to call the butler and send the Demon Race lady back.

Offstage.

"Not bad."

"The male lead's acting is always spot on."

"The female lead's acting is pretty good too. Is she the same as the one in the Grey Witch act?"

"Looks like a different actress; this one seems more girlish."

The extra half-second pause earlier mirrored the speechlessness at the Half-Witch lady's behavior, yet still maintaining politeness, instantly earning the audience's admiration for the Governor's vividly lifelike opening performance.

"Young master, did you call for me?"

After the knocking sound outside the stage door, the Governor opened the door, and the old Demon Race butler walked in respectfully.

Lanci continued with the performance.

"Yes, can you help send this Half-Demon lady home?"

He pointed towards the direction of the chair, instructing the butler.

"..."

The butler followed the Governor's pointing direction, looking towards the retro leather chair.

He was silent for a moment.

The butler hadn't had time to look back at the young Governor, but he widened his eyes, staring intently at the figure on the leather chair.