December 28th, weather: haze.
After disappearing for a day, Sno finished his routine lunchtime prayer and ate an Intisian feast worth twenty-four pounds. He was not sure whether his next plan would go smoothly, but considering that failure would leave him eating dirt for quite some time, he ultimately ordered himself a lavish lunch so extravagant that even he felt a little pained by it.
The meal took a full three hours. Only after the ice cream, served as dessert, melted on his tongue did he reluctantly leave the restaurant with a Gluttony Marionette on its roof and head to the Ermida Grand Theater on Moonlight Avenue in the North Borough.
Compared with the nearby "Backlund Royal Theater," the Ermida Grand Theater catered more to commoners—Middle Class commoners, of course.
Yet today, the theater was not selling tickets to the public. The reason was simple—
There could only be one guest here today.
Booking out a venue was a luxurious concept. Booking out an entire theater was an expense that even ordinary nobles found difficult to comprehend.
No, calling it an expense was not quite right. If not for Sno's terrifying network of connections, it would have been impossible to reserve a thriving theater simply by throwing money at it.
Dressed formally, Sno slowly crossed the costly red carpet and climbed the marble stairs.
He did not linger on the theater stage, nor did he head for the concert hall on the second floor. Instead, he went straight to the rooftop, where a precious piano infused with ten portions of The Worshipper characteristics had been placed in a spot not meant for anyone to linger.
He sat on the piano bench and removed the Inverse Cross pendant from beneath his tie.
Perhaps because it understood what Sno intended to do