I'd thought that discovering a new face this time meant the Warehouse was finally making an effort. Turns out it was still cutting costs the moment it came to something you couldn't see.
"You can call me Encore, then."
Complaining was one thing. Cutting corners was the Warehouse's business, and it wasn't as if he'd take it out on someone who was helping fill in the details.
Faced with Clara, the woman in white who had introduced herself, Fu Qian remained as easygoing as ever.
"So, Encore... why is it that the moment you got here, the first thing you wanted to do was watch that kind of show?"
Even so, Clara still seemed rather tense.
The question she asked after a little thought took quite a bit of courage.
"Oh... are you questioning my taste?"
Sure enough, her question was maliciously misconstrued the next moment, though Fu Qian's face showed no displeasure.
"—No, I just thought you didn't seem that interested in the performance."
Startled, she hurried to explain, but Clara was surprisingly persistent and kept the conversation going.
"How could you tell? I even bought a souvenir. I'm the most esteemed guest here."
Unfortunately, His Excellency Encore clearly thought she was being rather strange. Looking puzzled, he showed off the thing hanging around his neck.
Bought it? Didn't you just steal the money back from me?
Clara clearly wanted to complain, but in the end she simply reached over and grabbed her share.
"But you didn't even take off your sunglasses the whole time."
That was true, actually.
At her reminder, Fu Qian touched his face.
Since his body wasn't restricted at the moment, the lenses' dark tint didn't affect his vision at all.
So he hadn't even bothered taking them off to watch the show in