Backstage.
Unlike usual, when everyone would head back to rest and relax after the opera ended, not a single person had left. They had all gathered here, their hushed discussions never ceasing.
"What exactly is Lord Wang Gulas planning to do?"
"No idea. He hasn't said anything."
"Why hasn't anyone gone onstage yet? Don't they know making the audience wait too long is a huge blunder?"
"Let's wait and see. Don't be so impatient..."
Donald sat on a stool, quietly watching the scene onstage. From where he sat, he could take in the entire hall at a glance. He liked this feeling of standing behind the curtain and holding everything in his grasp.
He could not help recalling Wang Gulas's expression when he had mentioned this matter to him earlier.
"After the Rose Opera Troupe's performance ends, could you leave the stage to me?"
"Of course. Is Mr. Wang Gulas planning to say something to the public?"
"Not quite. In fact, our Elder Council has also prepared a special performance."
Donald clearly remembered the smile on Wang Gulas's face. That smile, as though everything lay in the palm of his hand, made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
He let out a light breath and cast aside the tangled thoughts in his heart.
Then he smiled and shook his head.
How could that be possible?
The Rose Opera Troupe was one of the most renowned opera troupes in the entire Rose Duchy. Every opera they brought forth was among the finest, and today's performance had been flawless beyond reproach. What was there to worry about?
"You're worried."
Grace sat down beside Donald and spoke softly.
"You're still the same as before. You can see through my thoughts at a glance." Donald smiled helplessly.
"Although Wang Gulas didn't say what he brought, I