After the play ended.
Ian and Frenda left the theater and walked along the street.
'...Should I lodge a protest?'
'Didn't you say that plays are originally made however they please?'
'Th-that's true, but that was...'
As she spoke, Frenda's face turned bright red again at the memory of the play's content.
If only they could at least do something about those ridiculous lines.
'If you request a revision, wouldn't it just fuel the actors' artistic passion even more?'
'Sigh...'
It seemed likely to Frenda as well.
In that case, she just had to let such stories spread.... Thinking that, Frenda hung her head low.
She could only hope that the play wouldn't reach the eyes of anyone else she knew.
Walking the streets after leaving the theater, Ian checked the time briefly.
While watching the play, mealtime had already approached.
The person from the Merchant Association who had guided them at the theater suggested recommending a nearby famous restaurant, but Ian declined.
