Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Only to see—

The half-witch lady on the chair had already picked up the snacks on the table and started eating.

Whoa.

You're a ghost.

How can you eat!

The actor from Bulida Theater Troupe portraying the butler roared frantically in his heart.

"..."

Lanci observed the butler's exaggerated acting and wondered why the butler had such wide-open eyes, tilting his head in confusion.

Until he saw Hyperion casually eating a snack.

"¿"

Lanci froze as well.

Sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his brain started frantically running.

This feeling was reminiscent of a few months ago on the stage at Brielda Opera House, where he also felt helpless.

Could this be some sort of prank reality show? Everyone is conspiring to tease him? And the media is actually filming his reaction?

No.

When Lanci caught a glimpse of Abigail in the audience, he was sure Abigail wasn't pranking him.

Because Abigail was also stunned at this moment.

Lanci couldn't quite analyze what was going on; all he knew was the familiar feeling came over him, and now he could only rely on himself to save the scene.

"Mr. Butler, why are you staring at my table? Don't you think today's snacks are a bit less?"

Lanci, sweating profusely, tried hard to express himself.

The sound dragged out long, trying to hint at the butler his meaning.

"Ahaha, yes, I just noticed that the snacks in your room mysteriously decreased. I'll go get more for you right away."

The butler laughed dryly twice, picking up the cue Lanci threw to him.

He marveled at how quickly the actor, recognized by Director Abigail as the lead, could patch things up so instantly.

He successfully distracted from "ghost eating" as a mystical phenomenon, laying the groundwork, and managed to cover for himself by explaining away the earlier glance at the room's missing food instead of the half-witch lady.

"Young master, I will take my leave now."

The butler bowed and answered the Governor, hiding his panic in his eyes.

"You may go."

The Governor shook his head as if he saw through the butler's feigned ignorance but could not fault him.

The butler's silence on the lady indirectly indicated he could not invite her, so the Governor had to let the butler leave.

"Young master, don't you feel the room is a bit chilly?"

The butler, standing at the door, could see his breath in the cold air.

"It's winter, perfectly normal."

Lanci simply said this while holding the door, attempting to calm down.

Just the opening scene with such intensity, he wasn't sure what unexpected events the play might encounter next.

But today, he had to perform well no matter what.

If a stage accident occurred, causing people to leave one after another, it would disrupt Loren's schedule and rhythm.

On stage, he had to do everything to keep all the audience's expectations steady.

"Alright, I'll take my leave then."

The butler bowed and fled quickly.

Seconds later, the bedroom was once again left with only the Demon Race Governor and the half-witch lady.

"..."

The half-witch lady stared at the Demon Race Governor's expression, full of curiosity and anticipation, as if waiting to see how the Governor would respond to her or where he would take her next.

Seeing the Governor silent for a long time.

Finally, she stood up like a victor, gazing at the Governor.

"Here's the deal, as long as you can solve the riddle and find out who cursed you, causing you to constantly forget me."

With the brass floor lamp beside her, she pointed at the Governor with a smile and said,

"At that time, even if you still can't remember me, I'll convince the family to stop troubling you with this marriage contract!"

The lampshade depicted little ghosts of the Demon Race's Purgatory, chasing each other, as if about to usher in a love comedy filled with youthful storm.

...

In the audience.

Antanas and Sinola relaxedly leaned on the back of their seats, munching on snacks, eyes fixed on the stage performance.

"Is it an illusion? Why does Hyperion seem more spirited?"

Antanas hadn't read the original work, so he could only refer back to what he saw during rehearsals.

Now it seemed like pure comedy style.

And clearly, Lanci was momentarily stumped by Hyperion earlier, but other audiences unfamiliar with Lanci didn't notice, thinking it was all scripted acting.

"Eh, is it Abigail who directed them to perform this way?"

Sinola also pondered.

It's well-known that the rehearsal version and the formal performance version are bound to have differences.

So far, the plot had already undergone some minor changes.

And it wasn't just Hyperion; even Lanci's and the butler's acting had been influenced by Hyperion's exaggeration, giving the overall style a more comedic feel.

"Xiu Bao turns out to be a comedy genius, this goes beyond comedy layers of the script, she's brought out an absurdity in the performance layer."

Antanas couldn't help but look at Hyperion in new admiration now.

As the two chatted quietly and enjoyed the show.

They didn't notice Abigail in the front row, looking as if she finished a roller coaster ride, gripping the armrests, her shoulders trembling, unable to speak for a while.

Ten minutes later, the first act ended.

Stage scene switch, the Demon Race Governor had already briefed the butler and bade farewell.

He pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his face, and along with the half-witch stepped onto a journey to the academy of the Demon Race.

Which was the place the half-witch insisted they shared memories.

The corridor of the Demon Academy looked classic and luxurious, filled with old wood's scent in the dim light, carrying a hazy feeling with the magic power from deep in time, with the end of the distant road forever swallowed by darkness, only the unknown secrets remaining.