Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Could it be that I really have a curse on me, and it's cast without me even knowing it?"

He murmured to himself.

"I told you it's your own problem, you definitely have a curse on you, you just didn't believe it before."

The half-witch puffed out her chest and spoke with arms crossed.

Now it's both a review and a trial.

"Sorry..."

The Demon Race Governor should have felt guilty for wronging the half-witch, but seeing her smug face, he felt he shouldn't feel guilty, and even his blood pressure rose a bit.

Snapping back to reality, he realized that in that instant, he subconsciously mistook the half-witch for Tata.

Clearly, this was Hyperion.

A young girl.

He couldn't possibly mistake Hyperion's magical power and aura.

"Hmph, if you still can't remember me, I won't linger on you, after all, it's not like I can't find someone else."

The half-witch lady said proudly.

"..."

The Demon Race Governor did not answer her.

He was hesitating about what kind of emotion he should express.

In the eyes of the audience now, they might already seem like a bickering couple.

"Idiot, why not carefully think about clues to undo the curse? Only then can you remember me, right?"

The half-witch approached, raising her hand as if to caress the Governor's cheek, but stopped just before touching him, retracting her hand.

She turned her side, seemingly feeling they shouldn't be so close.

She didn't want to show affection for the Governor.

"The curse should be lifted, no curse lasts this long unless continually influenced by the environment or constantly reinforced."

The Governor nodded, his emerald eyes dazedly muttering.

He was frightened by the half-witch's hand, thinking she really intended to touch him.

Only in the final scene will the Dimensional Bishop impose a simple spatial barrier, making it impossible for the Governor and the half-witch to touch each other even if they try to hug.

"So?"

The half-witch asked him.

"So it must have been a Demon Race nearby who cursed me, trying to ruin our family's alliance. We can narrow down our investigation, and now we should head back to the city."

The Demon Race Governor replied with focused eyes.

"Let's go, we'll investigate near Duke Host's Mansion."

The half-witch answered eagerly.

At the end of the "Holy War Romance" chapter, the half-witch and the Governor discover that it was actually Duke Host of the Demon Race causing the trouble, and by this point in the performance, the Governor should have reached some conclusion at the ancient castle.

Lanci must have forgotten his lines earlier, but luckily she helped fill in.

"???"

Lanci looked at her in disbelief.

No sister.

Where did Duke Host come from?

Does this opera version of Holy War Romance have the Duke Host character?

"It's Duke Host."

The half-witch winked at him, as if trying hard to remind him.

"Well—have it your way then."

Lanci agreed with her, his voice trembling.

Right now, he couldn't win against the half-witch; if he argued further, it would really be a wreck.

They finished searching for clues among the cliffside castles and started on their return to the city-states.

To match their atmosphere, the piano music that was initially a bit gentle and melancholic gradually turned playful.

The theater was filled with cheerful notes, as the melody rose, the inclusion of brass and strings made the music grander, lively, and light, like Broadway's jazz music.

...

In the audience seats, Antanas was watching intently, her furrowed expression filled with confusion.

"Why do I feel like they're really going to find out who cursed them?"

Antanas was baffled.

Even though she had seen the rehearsal version and knew the answer to the mystery, now she really felt they might find the culprit.

In the theater performance, starting from the third act, whenever the Governor tried to leave with the half-witch, the half-witch would speak out many clues like a detective, forcing the Governor to make some deductions.

"Lanci seems to be in prison."

Sinola also felt something was off with Lanci's state.

The original plot indeed ended with the Demon Race Governor and half-witch lady fighting the Demon Duke, capturing the one who cursed them.

But in the version modified by Abigail, they should never solve the mystery, failing to find the conjurer, and it seemed as though the conjurer didn't exist, just imagining a conspiracy in the Demon World.

Lanci seemed to be led astray, having to comply with Xiu Bao, getting increasingly off track.

However, Lanci should know that making the story subplots so joyous, lacking the necessary buildup throughout, and telling the audience it's a tragedy at the end could make them feel abrupt and forced, risking a disaster instead of a smooth finish.

During the performance, the governor and half-witch's frequent bickering amused the audience in the theater.

Especially Isatia, who was laughing happily now, as if revisiting the joy found in watching the Grey Princess chapter.

"Giggle!"

Isatia's favorite was the bickering couple plot.

"Look at Xiu Bao's performance; he keeps Liam... Lanci sweating buckets, and his imprisoned expression is genuinely hilarious!"

Isatia said to the black-haired beauty next to her.

The black-haired beauty laughed with her hand over her mouth.

"Sinola, did you feel like today's Xiu Bao was possessed by Tata?"

Antanas turned her head to ask Sinola.

If Talia wasn't sitting nearby, she would have thought that was Tata on stage.

"You think so too?"

Sinola was surprised to match Antanas's gaze.

So she wasn't the only one thinking this.

Lanci on stage must also be puzzled.

Trying to figure out the situation, breaking his head and unable to understand what went wrong.

"Pu..."

Antanas wanted to ask Pranay, as it seemed only Pranay could see the truth now.

But when Antanas leaned to look beside Sinola, she found Pranay missing.

"Where's your brother?"

Antanas asked Sinola.

"My brother seemed to have gone to the restroom earlier."

Sinola looked down the aisle direction; she remembered Pranay had left earlier without saying a word.

"Huh...?"

Antanas's expression froze.

She nervously glanced at Abigail in the front row.

On closer inspection, she found Abigail's aura had become quite intimidating, with veins bulging on her hand; it seemed that this earlier play was entirely an accident, not aligning in the least with her arrangement.

Antanas swallowed nervously, not daring to speak.

She could only stare at the stage.

Witnessing the continued disaster.

She now couldn't imagine what kind of experience Lanci was having on stage.