Here was a photograph.
The photo wall in Cat Boss Restaurant was covered with photographs.
They included plenty of records from daily life, group photos of Cat Boss with celebrities from home and abroad, and pictures of regular customers, most taken during beautiful moments worth remembering.
For instance, one of them was a curtain-call photo taken after the second day's performance of the Half-Demoness arc of Holy War Romance, which had ended yesterday.
The troupe members were thanking the audience onstage. The main performance hall of Ikelite Opera House was more lively than ever, and the audience, tears glimmering in their eyes and deeply moved, gave them a round of applause.
Those photographs were kept in Cat Boss Restaurant, looking very much like one talisman after another.
Praying for good health, blessing one's romance, praying to pass.
Everyone in the photographs had different wishes.
"—This is Antanas Broadcasting."
"Hey, dear listeners. I'm still your host, Antanas, today."
"This might be the final episode of Antanas Broadcasting."
"Will the days to come make you miss me again?"
On a winter morning in February, the Wood House Restaurant by the roadside reached its opening hour.
The sound of the radio drifted faintly through the windows.
The sky was almost completely bright. The starlight was faint, and the blue dawn descended upon the streets of Hutton Royal Capital Ikelite. In the drowsy morning, a world dyed indigo was about to arrive.
Inside Cat Boss Restaurant, Planai was already standing behind the counter, ready to begin his Monday work.
Antanas's broadcast could be heard clearly on both the first and second floors of the restaurant.
"Good morning, Planai, Sinora, Cat Boss."
Accompanied by a long, crisp jingle from the entrance, the thick wooden door was pushed open by a pair of hands.
"Good morning."