Type-Moon Crown Master

Without exception, the puffed-up Shakespeare followed in Andersen's footsteps and was enthusiastically invited into the room by the "kings."

Well, that was great. Both Andersen and Shakespeare had been led astray by the "kings," and now no one was left to write the script.

Olga Marie rubbed her forehead with a headache. She had actually anticipated this situation long ago, so she had prepared a script herself. Though it could not really be called writing; she had merely altered Andersen's script. However, since she was not good at writing fiction, many parts of her rewrite made no sense. Yet the stage play was about to begin, so they could only bite the bullet and use the awful script.

Chaldea, Su Mo's personal lounge.

Su Mo looked wryly at the five people standing before him: Nero, Black Saber, Artoria Lily, Jack, and Mash.

They were supposedly people he got along with in everyday life, but Olga Marie had arranged for them herself in a tone that brooked no refusal.

"Ahem... You've all read the script, right? Then, for tomorrow's performance, let's start rehearsing."

"Hey, hey... Performer." Nero suddenly approached Su Mo with inexplicable excitement, clutching her script.

"I made a few changes to my part. The Performer will definitely be interested in this development!"

"What? You rewrote your part?" Su Mo looked utterly shocked.

"That's right. I changed all the boring dialogue and gave it an artistic style. Every line leaves room for imagination and makes men shy and excited. Umu! Is there any role more artistic than this?"

Su Mo looked coldly at Bride Nero, who was excited for some reason, and mercilessly mocked her. "The only value in what you wrote is throwing it away."

"How could that be...? I put a great deal of effort into it."

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