Yuto put down the script in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.
"I think it's pretty good... there aren't any major issues with the content or the main narrative rhythm."
"Of course, the content that needed review was also modified well. Overall... it's much more complete than Boethius's script last time."
Yuto smiled slightly, then skillfully took out an approval document from Palais Mermonia from his drawer, wrote a rough draft, and handed it to the two people in front of him.
"Although I was involved in initiating this script, most people won't have any objections to it."
"But things must be done completely to prevent some ill-intentioned people from causing trouble."
Yuto smiled slightly and then said:
"Of course, your efforts are equally important to the formation of this script. Later, I will go with you to deliver this script to that small Fontaine Opera House."
Hearing this, Paimon blinked slightly, a hint of confusion appearing in her black eyes.
"Small... Fontaine Opera House?"
Yuto nodded slightly, then explained:
"You've only been in Fontaine for less than half a year, plus all the recent commotion, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it."
"Fontaine Opera requires rehearsal, but what's being practiced isn't the individual abilities of the actors, but the cohesion of the entire troupe."
"From the actors backstage to the front, from the props team to scene changes, all the details in an Fontaine Opera must be well coordinated to be considered an excellent performance."
"And in Opera Epiclese, it's either Judgment or a performance; there's truly very little available for troupes to train."
"In this situation, some small Fontaine Opera Houses were spontaneously built by them to serve as their rehearsal venues."
Hearing this, Paimon nodded knowingly, then wiggled her finger and said:
"Oh~ I see. Those small Fontaine Opera Houses are truly practice venues, right? No wonder you want us to deliver the script directly there..."
Yuto smiled, didn't explain much, but picked up his cane from the table and slowly walked out of the office.
Watching Yuto's gradually receding back, Lumine blinked slightly, and a somewhat strange thought suddenly popped into her mind.
Based on her previous interactions with Yuto... it seemed like every time he personally undertook something, it had several layers of meaning, more or less.
And this time... there seemed to be a similar indication.
Although Yuto was, in a sense, an actor in this Fontaine Opera, if it was just to deliver a script, couldn't they have gone themselves?
According to what Yuto just said, if rehearsal is to hone the cooperation between the entire troupe...
Then shouldn't Lady Furina, who is truly the protagonist, also be among them?
But Lady Furina wasn't in Yuto's office now, and Yuto didn't ask them to find Lady Furina?
What was this about?
Lumine frowned slightly, but by the time she came to her senses, Paimon was no longer by her side.
"Lumine! What are you spacing out for! Hurry and catch up~"
Paimon's somewhat strange voice came from the corridor outside the office, seemingly urging Lumine to hurry up.
Lumine, however, gently shook her head, putting those doubts softly aside, and then rushed out.
...
Under Yuto's lead, the two quickly arrived at the location Katheryne had marked on their map, which was the small Fontaine Opera House Yuto had mentioned.
Upon pushing open the smooth wooden door, a rather beautiful sound came from the stage not far away.
"Love, bury this sweet dream deep."
"Farewell blooms like abundant flowers."
"Like our past embrace, joy and sorrow."
"Love, I will be—"
Before Lumine and Paimon, who had just stepped into the small Fontaine Opera House, could even marvel at the beautiful singing, the music abruptly stopped, replaced by a violent cough.
"Cough—cough—cough..."
As the coughing sound rang out, the woman who had been standing center stage with her arms outstretched instantly crouched down, as if enduring intense pain.
"Dirfi! Are you alright!"
"I... cough cough cough... I'm fine, just a sudden pain in my chest... no need to worry..."
The blonde woman named Dirfi slowly rose with the help of her companion, forcing a rather strained smile onto her face.
Seeing the situation before him, the somewhat stout man who had just helped her up sighed slightly and then said:
"Actually, you don't have to push yourself so hard. The Daughter of Water is an Fontaine Opera performed after The Prophecy; we still have plenty of time to rehearse."
"And... Lady Furina and Lord Yuto will only be on stage for the first public performance. We'll have plenty of time to polish it afterward, there's no need to rush at all!"
"If your body breaks down due to over-rehearsal... that would be the real delay!"
Hearing this, Dirfi's expression froze slightly, and then she lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
After a brief silence, Dirfi slowly said:
"I understand... Lauvik, I will... rest well."
Looking at Dirfi, who seemed a bit downcast, Lauvik slowly sighed.
He knew Dirfi hadn't truly listened.
Even after being told all this, Dirfi would still add extra training tasks for herself, though the intensity might be slightly lower than now.
Upon realizing that the few people had almost finished discussing the internal matters of the troupe, Yuto sighed slightly, seemingly at a loss for such a scene.
From the few simple sentences just now, he could tell that the starting points of these people were consistent, but their thought processes were somewhat different.
He couldn't intervene.
Thinking of this, he raised the script manuscript in his hand and said to the silent crowd:
"You few must be the troupe sponsored by Mr. Claude, right? The new script he created is ready. Please take a look."
Hearing Yuto's voice, Dirfi and Lauvik, who had been looking down, both raised their heads and looked at Yuto, who was standing at the entrance of the Fontaine Opera House.
The moment they saw his figure clearly, their pupils involuntarily contracted slightly, as if they had seen something impossible.
"You are—Mr. Yuto?!"
Lauvik said as he quickly jumped off the stage, perhaps because of his excessive speed, the wooden stage let out a few grating creaks—as if it was about to collapse the next second.
And Dirfi, after a brief moment of stunned, also wanted to jump off the stage, but before she could take a few steps, an accident... occurred.
Crack—
As the sound of breaking wood echoed in everyone's ears, it slightly sobered up the crowd who had been shocked by Yuto's sudden appearance.
They looked back and found that Dirfi, who should have been on the stage, had disappeared without a trace, replaced by... a large pit on the stage.
"Don't just stand there! Go save her!"
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