"Ah~"
As the scream rang out from the stage, the classic opera Rigoletto's Wedding, performed by the renowned Golden Dawn Opera Troupe of the Randall River Valley Region, finally began when the female lead playing the maid discovered a corpse in the house.
Emilia watched the stage with great interest through her opera glasses. Although Academy City in Saint Byron's was not without opera performances, their standards still could not compare to those here. The little princess, meanwhile, held her teacup with a troubled expression and occasionally turned to glance at the wall.
Luvia, seated with her on the long sofa, kindly reminded her:
"There are at least three methods in that room preventing sound and light from being observed from outside. You can't possibly hear anything."
Though this was not Yodel Palace, Angelina's posture and the way she held her teacup still carried the air of a princess. She pursed her lips, nodded, and finally could not resist asking:
"Shade. Aren't you angry about this? Or, um, jealous?"
After saying that, she hurriedly assured them:
"I absolutely am not trying to stir up trouble."
If Leisha found out she had said something like that in front of Luvia, then even though she was already seventeen years old, Leisha would still lift her skirt and spank her butt.
After all, if Luvia developed a "sense of crisis" because of those words or realized that she needed to restrain Shade, Leisha would be the one to suffer the most.
"Angelina, you still don't understand what exactly it is that we're doing."
The Girl with Purple Eyes turned to look at the bewildered Redhead Princess. Those violet eyes made the latter feel immense pressure. As Luvia's rank gradually rose, Another Me's soul injury had also steadily improved because of Shade, and that