On the other side, as Orson stepped out of the fortune-telling booth, he happened to see Olivia holding two ice creams.
Seeing Orson co out, Olivia raised her hand and handed one of the ice creams to him.
“Want one?”
“Sure.” Orson nodded and then took it from her.
“What did you ask her to predict?” Olivia asked curiously.
“Nothing much. She couldn’t read anything for .” Orson shook his head.
“Oh? Funny, she did a pretty accurate reading for .” Olivia chuckled.
“So, are you going to tell what you asked her to predict?”
“Hehe, it’s a se~cret~” Olivia said with a smile.
“Tch.” Orson clicked his tongue and then walked off into the distance.
anwhile, from atop a nearby tower, Arthas watched as Orson and Olivia walked off together and sighed.
“It seems that gaining the support of either Antica or Prussia will secure the backing of both duchies.” Arthas said this as he turned around and walked downstairs.
anwhile, in the Student Council building, Elsa also seed to be lost in thought.
—
So ti after Orson left, a now-recovered Aphro sat at her desk, sketching sothing on a piece of paper.
She was drawing the fragnt of Orson’s star chart that she had managed to uncover before the crystal ball shattered.
The more she stared at the fragnt, the more familiar it seed.
Suddenly, as if struck by a realization, Aphro grabbed her hat and rushed out of the fortune-telling booth. She headed to the comrcial district’s general store.
After purchasing a new crystal ball, she returned to her booth and began another reading.
This ti, she focused on her own star chart.
Placing the new crystal ball on the table, she conducted the divination and carefully compared the resulting chart with the fragnt she had sketched out.
To her utter shock, the fragnt from Orson’s chart fit perfectly into a corner of her own star chart.
Aphro was stunned.
—
In the afternoon, Orson and Olivia wandered around the academy for a while longer, checking out a few club activities. Eventually, Olivia was pulled away by her departnt subordinates to handle so affairs.
“Orson, don’t forget our evening plans, okay?” Olivia said as she walked away.
Orson nodded.
Not long after Olivia left, soone else approached Orson.
“Princess Elsa?” Orson looked at her in surprise. “Is there sothing you need from ?”
“Yes,” Elsa nodded. “I was wondering if you’d like to watch the theater performance in the auditorium tonight.”
“I wanted to invite you to the VIP box. There’s sothing I’d like to discuss with you.”
“Sure,” Orson agreed. “But I do have plans with Olivia later to watch the fireworks, so...”
“I understand. I won’t take up too much of your ti,” Elsa assured him.
“Alright,” Orson said, nodding.
“Then, I’ll see you there,” Elsa said before turning to leave.
Orson thought for a mont and decided to head back to the Student Council building.
There, at the entrance to the building, he ran into Manuel.
“You seem to be in a good mood today.” It was rare to see a smile on Manuel’s face, so Orson couldn’t help but tease him.
“Haha, yes, I am,” Manuel nodded. “I thought today would be chaotic with all the outsiders visiting during the open day, but so far, everything has gone smoothly, and there haven’t been any major incidents.”
“That’s a testant to your excellent work,” Orson said, patting Manuel on the shoulder. “With you around, I can rest easy.”
“Not at all—it’s thanks to your brilliant planning, President Orson,” Manuel replied with a smile.
“Still, rember that tonight will require extra vigilance,” Orson reminded Manuel. “History shows that the most serious incidents during academy festivals have always happened at night. Wrapping things up safely is crucial.”
“Mm, I understand,” Manuel nodded and then walked out of the Student Council building.
After sitting in his office for a while, Orson heard a knock at the door.
“Co in,” Orson said.
The door opened to reveal Litte standing there.
“Litte? What brings you here? Is sothing wrong?”
“No.” Litte shook her head. “Um... I was wondering if you have ti tonight. I’d like to walk around the festival with you...”
“Ah, sorry, Litte,” Orson said, his tone apologetic. “Princess Elsa invited to the theater performance tonight, and Olivia also asked to watch the fireworks with her afterward. I’m pretty tied up this evening.”
“I see…” Litte said, her tone tinged with a hint of envy. “Then, Orson, what about now...?”
“Ah, right now I need to finalize the Student Council’s arrangents for tonight since I won’t be available later.”
“Alright then...” Litte nodded, her tone sowhat dejected.
“It’s fine, Litte. You can hang out with your classmates,” Orson said, suddenly rembering sothing Olivia had ntioned earlier. “You and Lianca seem to get along well. Why not invite her to explore the festival with you? Or you could go with your other classmates—whatever works.”
Litte really needed to beco more independent. She couldn’t keep relying on him all the ti. Otherwise, whether it led to stunted personal growth or the developnt of inappropriate feelings, neither outco was sothing Orson wanted to see.
Hearing Orson’s words, Litte’s mood sank even further. She nodded silently, then closed the door without saying another word and walked out.
—
As evening fell, the auditorium began filling with students eager to watch the theater performances.
The night’s program included several acts, stretching up until the fireworks display. The perforrs ranged from the academy’s drama club mbers to professional troupes from the Imperial Grand Theater.
Orson climbed the stairs to the second floor and stopped in front of the VIP box.
The auditorium had six VIP boxes, though only two were in use tonight—one for Prince Arthas and the other for Princess Elsa.
Knocking on Elsa’s door, Orson pushed it open and stepped inside.
Elsa was seated alone in the box.
“Please, have a seat, Orson,” Elsa said, motioning to the seat beside her.
“Thank you,” Orson nodded, taking the offered spot on the sofa.
The performance had already begun. Through the glass window, Elsa had a clear view of the stage below.
“Orson, do you know the na of the play being perford right now?” Elsa suddenly asked.
“The Bronte Family,” Orson said. “This play mainly tells the story of the children of the Bronte family, who sche and plot against each other in their struggle for the position of head of the family. However, during a crisis, the siblings co to realize that only by uniting can they overco the challenges they face. In the end, the once-hostile family mbers reconcile, work together, and rebuild their family, leading it to prosperity.”
“What do you think of the play, Orson?” Elsa asked.
“It’s an excellent cody with a strong moral ssage,” Orson replied. “Historically, many noble families have fallen to ruin due to internal conflicts.”
“This play draws lessons from those historical events and serves as a reminder to the upper class to reflect on such matters.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Elsa nodded. “However, the only lesson humanity ever learns from history is that humanity never learns from history, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps,” Orson agreed. “But why bring this up, Your Highness?”
“You must know, Orson,” Elsa said, “that The Bronte Family’s current script has been revised. In the original version, only one mber of the Bronte family survives in the end.”
“Neither the clever eldest brother, the brave second brother, nor the charming third brother.”
“But the seemingly insignificant youngest sister,” Orson finished her sentence. “Princess, is that what you’re suggesting?”
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