Bulida Opera House, second floor.
Eleven statues of the Neutral Camp Gods stood along the corridor. Between them, wooden stands held tall white vases filled with blooming flowers, whose faint fragrance added a subtle scent to the hallway.
"I spent some time at the station today. I feel like my life experience has become even richer."
At that moment, Toliado walked along the corridor with his friends, chatting as he went, a relaxed smile on his face.
He talked nonstop about the opera's background and the process of gathering material from the Northern Continent.
"I wonder how the students I sent to Youth Campus Prison Trip at Protos Royal Magic Academy are doing. Actually, they would make excellent material too."
Lanchi nodded in agreement from time to time, speaking of his experiences appreciating opera over the years.
The two walked ahead, their clothes swaying lightly and their footsteps rustling over the carpet. It felt as though they had returned to the days when they had chatted at Protos Royal Magic Academy in the Northern Continent.
"By the way, I think I've heard about you, Tata, while I was in the Northern Continent."
Walking behind with Tata, Sigrid seemed to recall something and turned her gaze toward Tata.
"What?"
Talia had never imagined that her nickname had also been mentioned in the Northern Continent.
"It was the afternoon Lanchi had just come out of Helrom Prison. He came to my house and chatted with me for a while..."
Sigrid spoke.
She noticed that Talia's expression gradually became unable to hide her sour displeasure.
So Sigrid looked toward Lanchi's feet.
"Cat Cat was there too. Cat Boss was the one who mentioned you."
Sigrid changed what she was saying.
"That's right, meow."
Cat Boss emerged from the shadows and floated into the