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"Isn't it ti for the five sisters of the Demon Race to form a group?"

Migaya once again turned to the content of the promotional music video being replayed on the indoor crystal screen of the Ikelite Opera House and asked Isatia.

Isatia, along with her sister Talia, the Bingxue Witch Almis, the Guardian Lord Antanas, and the Anti-Magic Lord Sinola, each have their own unique features. Perhaps this promotional music video, as a sideline product of the opera, will be highly praised by people because the performances by the five Great Demon Clan mbers are too stunning.

"Ah, is this music video perford well?"

Isatia asked Minel.

"Although you always appear in the attire of bystanders, sotis posing as passersby, waiters, gallery docents in the lives of the protagonists, most of the singing is done by Talia and Almis, but all of you are very striking. The final scene almost pauses on the brilliance of your presences."

Migaya comnted.

If by then people discover that not only the Demon King excels in performance, but the other mbers of the Great Demon Clan are also born stars, perhaps the pace of Posen Demon Realm's restoration will receive support from nurous human fans and rapidly accelerate.

The roles of the Great Demon Clan mbers are similar to scattered divine envoys in the mortal world. They can be seen by humans, maintaining certain orders of the mortal realm, yet observe the Love God in an observer's identity, as sung in the lyrics—

"What is the ending you desire?"

They offer compassion and counsel for the Love God's struggle against Destiny and pursuit of love, yet constantly remind and question in an observer's identity.

"Is that so? I just thought it was fun when Abigail caught to perform; I didn't think much about it."

Isatia touched the back of her head, slightly shy.

At first, she thought Migaya praised her like this because Migaya liked her too much, until she heard Migaya's serious appreciation. She realized that it seed like Abigail also heartfully controlled the quality of the promotional music video.

"The ghostly Love God, played by Hyperion, ultimately didn't receive the love she wanted, but when she left at the end, she no longer wore her usual black attire. She understood the different paths of humans and gods and found relief in the brief love and eternal unrequited love."

Migaya continued explaining to Isatia,

"I think the ssage the whole promotional music video intends to convey and the ancient myth of the Love God, along with the connotations of today's opera performance, bear striking similarities. Love is unexpected and mysterious, and at the sa ti, one need not mind the outco of love; the passionate process itself is the fearless reason from the beginning."

Finally, Migaya stopped watching the replayed images on the crystal screen above and pondered deeply.

Although the plot of the promotional video has nothing to do with the main play of Holy War Romance and its era background, just by watching this piece of promotional music video, one can probably speculate about the style of today's opera performance.

It may be a tragedy, but there will be a process and ending of finding joy amidst sorrow.

"So that's it... as expected of you, able to comprehend so much just from a promotional music video, I didn't think much during the performance!"

Isatia clapped joyfully; what she herself couldn't understand, once explained by her lover, she understood everything.

Migaya indeed gets along well with Lanci and Abigail in terms of art, so it's normal to see Abigail's vision as a director.

"But might today be a cody..."

Isatia suddenly murmured, feeling a bit aggrieved.

She still loves watching codies.

How wonderful it is to be happy and joyful.

"Not very likely, unless I misunderstood what Abigail intended to express in this music video."

Migaya could only preemptively comfort Isatia.

She believed the story would indeed be wonderful, but at the very end, Isatia might not laugh as she did when watching the Grey Princess chapter.

"Alright."

Isatia gently tightened her grip on Migaya's arm and rested beside her. Even if she would witness a tragic performance later, she had soone beside her to provide solace.

The two of them passed through the brightly lit and spacious lobby, and the radiant lights of the theater greeted them as they reached the ticket check at the performance hall.

"Please enter through Gate 2, then proceed straight along the left stairway to quickly find your seats."

The staff dressed in formal attire, after scrutinizing their tickets, were amazed they could sit in the first row to watch the performance as VIPs; purchasing such tickets was likely harder than acquiring a box suite upstairs.

Then, with a standard and courteous gesture, the staff guided them into the Brilda Theatre sanctuary.

"Thank you."

Minel took back the ticket stubs and stepped through the heavy double doors with Isatia.

Entering the theater's main performance hall, they both felt relaxed.

There were over twenty minutes remaining before the start of the show.

It was apparent that the inside was already filled with audiences, nurous dia reporters with equipnt were in the back rows, and looking towards the front rows, many familiar faces could be seen.

Besides friends of Lanci and Hyperion from Ichrite Academy, even Countess Rosalinda from Huadu and the Demon World Lord Aitio had co, taking advantage of the previously scheduled leave, as well as the figure of the Imperial Army God next to Abigail.

Many Hutton aristocrats, intentionally or unintentionally passing by, tried to speak a word with today's director, Abigail, and get acquainted with this famous director and talented engineer in magical engineering of the Empire.

"Abigail has brought the most advanced stage magical machinery and sound systems from the South Continent. Even those residing in Brilda permanently, the Empire citizens would find these devices intriguing. The reason Ichrite has gone to such lengths to collaborate with Abigail is partly due to her reputation and fa as a director, and partly for her technical support contributions."

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