Wang Gulas did not particularly care what program the Rose Opera Troupe had prepared.
He liked watching them all anyway.
Witch's Journey was also a fairly well-known opera. Wang Gulas had seen it several times before, and to be honest, he was looking forward to what sort of surprise the Rose Opera Troupe would bring him.
"May I ask who this beautiful young girl is, with black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, gray hair swaying gently in the wind, and a star-shaped brooch pinned to her chest? That's right, it's me."
Onstage, the girl playing the witch flew through the sky on a magical broomstick, while the narrator's voice echoed throughout the hall.
"That is the Rose Flower of our opera troupe."
Donald explained quietly from the side, "Only the youngest, most beautiful girls with the greatest talent and strength can receive that title. She is practically the calling card of the entire Rose Opera Troupe."
Wang Gulas nodded to show that he understood.
It had to be said that she truly was a beautiful girl. From her figure, Wang Gulas seemed to genuinely see the experiences of that witch who had traveled the continent.
It was said that the finest dancers could make people feel as though they were inside the opera itself. He felt that he now more or less understood what that meant.
"Donald, who is this?"
A noblewoman dressed in an elegant, simple long gown approached. She appeared to be in her thirties and had maintained herself remarkably well; there were virtually no wrinkles on her face. Gentle and graceful, she gave people the feeling of bathing in sunlight. Her silk-gloved hand looped around Donald's arm.
"This is Councilor Wang Gulas of the Elder Council. And this is my wife, Grace." Donald