Lanchi Was Mistaken for a Comedian

Night had deepened, and the commotion in Bulida Broadway Central Square gradually faded away.

The opera house's main lights had been extinguished, leaving only a few soft nighttime lamps to cast a pale golden glow over the outline of the magnificent building.

In front of the theater, the last few spectators were reluctantly leaving.

"Tonight's public performance was truly spectacular."

"I think they should consider changing the plot when they republish the original."

"By the way, had any of you heard of those two actors before? They're so talented. If not for the war, wouldn't they be touring the whole country?"

They quietly discussed the marvelous performance they had just witnessed, excitement still lingering on their faces.

Inside, the Bulida Opera House had begun its routine closing procedures.

Footsteps echoed across the empty floor of the Performance Hall. Occasionally, the clicking of seats being folded up drifted over from the distance as the staff tidied the audience area and carefully dismantled the sets.

In the backstage area, the actors had already removed their makeup and left.

The lights in the dressing rooms went out one by one.

Only a few rooms still glowed faintly along the long corridor on the first floor.

The theater's second floor was still as brightly lit as it had been in broad daylight.

"Miss Abigail, thank you very much for agreeing to meet us privately."

Lanchi and Talia had finally received an invitation and were meeting Abigail at the opera house.

Through the half-open curtains, they could see the terrace of a fairly spacious mansion.

Its interior occupied an area roughly equal to the Performance Hall of the entire opera house. Combining the styles of an ancient divine temple and a modern library, the space belonged exclusively to Abigail and was also her current residence.