I'm the One Calling the Shots at Schicksal~ (Continued)

Before the piece had even finished, interrupting someone else's performance would have been far too rude. Zhao Bai invited Durandal to sit down and wait until the ballet performance was over.

Durandal was quite tactful. Rather than coming closer, she sat somewhere a little farther away from them.

Watching the couple in the front row leaning their heads together, she began to think.

I really want to eat basa fish fillets.

Whenever the performance reached certain difficult movements, Bronya held her breath. It was a basic Russian instinct. Whenever that happened, Zhao Bai held his breath as well, quietly watching it all.

Applause during the performance was a form of heckling to the performers, something entirely unnecessary.

Once the performance ended, all the ballet dancers and musicians came to the front of the stage. Only then did applause break out. There were few people, so the applause sounded rather scattered.

Zhao Bai knew nothing about ballet.

His aesthetic sense was still at the simple level of looking at legs—practically below zero. Fortunately, he never made grand pronouncements about things he did not understand, always retaining a sense of reverence for the unknown.

Once everything was over, the theater returned to its initial emptiness.

Zhao Bai turned his gaze toward Durandal.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Don't misunderstand. I just don't have money for food at the moment. When Schicksal pays me, I'll return the money to you..."

"..."

Speaking of Schicksal's salary...

Zhao Bai remembered something. He clapped his hands, and Amber, who had been guarding the theater entrance all along, came over at once, like a diligent accountant secretary constantly run ragged.

"Amber?"

"Amber, Durandal says she's out of money. Hurry up and bring out the ledger..." Zhao Bai said with the air of a spendthrift. "How