"So many days had passed. Sixteen plays had been staged in total, yet the highest score was still held by The Heir from the first day.
33 points. But even after claiming first place, it still hadn't won the Queen's favor and earned a wish?"
Tang Qi scanned the list. The parchment laid out the names of the plays, their scores, and their differing reviews. Only Nasar's 10 points and the Queen's 0 had remained unchanged. "If no one had truly had their wish granted, I'd think this was all a scam."
"Actually, this situation has been going on for some time. Based on past experience, you need at least 40 points to make a wish.
That means either getting perfect scores from all four judges, or at the very least receiving a score from the Queen herself—even a meager single point would be enough to surpass many competitors.
The last one to make a wish was a rabbit that liked chewing frozen radish strips. It joined forces with several others to perform Death House.
The rough idea was that a traveler returning to his hometown gradually discovered the strange things around him. Through all sorts of unnatural phenomena, he realized the tragic truth that he and his family had long since died—though the mystery design was rather... calling it crude would already be a compliment. After all, the protagonist confirmed the truth because his family didn't eat dried frozen radish."
Ponto kneaded his temples. Confusion and bewilderment had tangled in his mind for who knew how many months. "The Queen's tastes have also changed as time passes.
When people first began performing plays, a few classic tearjerker scenes—even clichéd melodramatic suffering—were enough to earn a wish.
But when every play became filled with love and regret, those bloody, brutal