Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Abigail uttered these words.

She was speaking the truth.

She really didn't know what those two on stage would perform next.

She relied solely on her deep trust in Lanci, developed through a series of trials, to hold on until now.

"..."

Minel glanced at Abigail beside Isatia, holding Isatia's hand to stop her from disturbing Director Abigail.

Isatia couldn't see the severity of the problem at all.

But Minel roughly understood.

It did seem like a stage accident.

"You noticed it too?"

Sigrid observed Minel's expression and asked her.

More and more friends and family around were gradually noticing something was off. Even the Cat Boss, sitting upright in Bianca's arms, felt it was not a simple matter.

But apart from Pranay who had already fled and the Cat Boss who started to fear, the most perceptive ones should be the two connoisseurs with their interpretations of the promotional film.

If today's performance ended in comedy, it might be a masterpiece but would definitely not meet Abigail's expectations.

A full comedy would render all other promotions and preparations redundant.

Moreover, it wouldn't withstand review and scrutiny from industry professionals.

After these two final performances, insiders would certainly discover the inherent contradictions.

However, turning it into a tragedy at this point would lead to failure, a hard landing would make today's performance a direct failure.

The biggest issue was, Sigrid saw that many foreshadows were perhaps indicating that the Half-Witch was a ghost, and the ending of the last scene was definitely designed to reveal this secret, and the version arranged by Lanci and Hyperion should have been a tragedy.

Therefore, with the stage and script predetermined for a tragic ending, forcibly turning it into a comedy under the rendering of the Dusk Hall might also fail.

Choosing either comedy or tragedy seemed impossible to resolve, the flaws would only grow from the start of the performance.

"Did Lanci swear a poisonous oath with the Goddess of Destiny? He ended up imprisoned after two successive plays."

Minel asked Sigrid.

This stage was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and the final act was evidently the moment of the end.

With the end coming closer, there were only a few minutes left for a last-minute turnaround.

With the horseshoe-shaped surrounding stage and spreading audience seats, spectators could enjoy the spectacular performance on stage no matter how far away, with the actors' devoted acting, vivid stage design, and uplifting music, every audience member was immersed in the historical world of the Northern Continent during the period of the holy war created by the opera.

Even though the audience hadn't noticed that the protagonists weren't following the script, for Lanci, the upcoming crossroads offered no clear path, choosing either comedy or tragedy was a dead end!

"He really did it..."

Sigrid recalled the final assault on Blood Moon City, remembering Lanci swore never to act under the title of the Great Priest of the Goddess of Destiny again.

But he turned around and made Loren into Luo Tianyi.

"Good grief, is he really going to repay his debts?"

Minel watched the ongoing performance on stage, with Lanci still doing his best, showing no sign of giving up.

Teacher Lan, can you even save this?

Minel thought it legendary that Lanci had managed to save her back then.

Now Lanci's career was over, and this final side story task was even more hellish than his career's main storyline.

On the stage in the Dusk Church.

No matter how the seasons changed, it was always pleasantly warm in the old temple atop this cliff of blooming flowers, with the sunset's afterglow filtering through the stone pillars and a gentle breeze uplifting the fresh air and light-colored petals.

The opera's protagonists, on the grass outside the church.

"I think, along the way, I've come to understand."

The Demon Race Governor wore a slight smile and lazily sat on the ground.

"What have you understood?"

The Half-Witch looked at the Governor's weary appearance, kneeling down to gaze into his eyes, and asked.

All the way she had been lively, yet at this moment, she appeared very calm.

"I want to deceive myself, I don't want to wake up."

The Demon Race Governor raised a hand to gently caress the Half-Witch's cheek but stopped just before touching.

In his emerald eyes, there was not the slightest unwillingness or disappointment, only tenderness, and a hint of resignation when about to concede to her.

Without words or questions, he understood everything, each moment felt eternal.

No one knew whether he was about to admit his affection for the Half-Witch or was burdened by sorrow.

The melody from the piano on stage was melodious and gentle, with notes flowing like a stream through the heart, smoothing out the operatic times' sorrow and joy, with the left hand sometimes steady and powerful, sometimes gentle as if in down, seemingly hinting at the unpredictability of destiny.

"..."

The Half-Witch still couldn't understand his meaning.

But she knew, her natural expression of confusion at the moment was sufficient.

As long as she matched Lanci's imagination of her, reacting in ways Lanci could foresee, their performance would succeed, because Lanci had just told her everything would go well under his guidance.

"Do you miss the times we slowly fell asleep, thinking of each other?"

The Demon Race Governor appeared more and more tired, his eyelids drooping intermittently, but the slight smile at the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.

He asked the Half-Witch.

"..."

The Half-Witch did not answer.

Since the lines didn't match her original script, Lanci's intention was evidently for her to not respond, to simply feel his sentiment, and return a gaze filled with affection.