Your Aunt Will Always Be Your Aunt

How was the story...

As the cast list continued to scroll across the Holographic Projection on the stage, Count Balin lowered his head and seriously considered how he ought to answer Duchess Victoria's question.

The Duchess seemed to like this New Style Drama called a "Magic Shadow Play," or rather... she was interested in certain things it displayed.

But after several seconds of thought, Count Balin gave up on flattering her or echoing her sentiments and frankly voiced his feelings. "It is something entirely new. In terms of presentation alone, it is novel, but as for the story... I cannot really 'appreciate' it, nor can I empathize with the characters."

That was the most direct impression formed by a nobleman who had enjoyed countless plays after seeing a Magic Shadow Play for the first time.

"But even so, it is still something astonishing," Count Balin added after a second's pause. "Not merely because its creators thought of putting a 'play' onto the projection of a Magic Net Terminal, but because of its script... I do not know who wrote such a script, but it certainly could not have been some long-established playwright. They could not write something like this."

"The script..." Duchess Victoria Wilde murmured thoughtfully, her gaze falling upon the vast Holographic Projection onstage. The cast list had already finished, and the creators' names were beginning to appear. The first was the scriptwriter. "Fielm... he truly is not a famous playwright."

The moment she finished speaking, Fielm's name faded away, and the next names that appeared caused a slight change in the Duchess's expression.

Fendil Wilde—followed by Eliven Franklin's name.

"This..." Count Balin, standing nearby, had also seen the names. His expression immediately turned awkward as he looked at the Duchess, at a loss for what to say. "Perhaps