Jeffrey said, "Next should be the swordsmanship performance."
"A swordsmanship performance?" Dark pondered briefly and asked, "A paired sword dance?"
Jeffrey shook his head. "There is a paired sword dance event, but today's should be the classic Hero slays dragon act."
"Hero versus evil dragon?" Dark could not help but grow curious.
Jeffrey began to explain slowly. "Just as you imagined, it is the classic tale of a Hero fighting an evil dragon."
In this world, Heroes and evil dragons, Heroes and Demon Kings—these were all enduring subjects.
Literary works centered around them were as numerous as the stars, and countless others had been adapted into operas.
But people in this world loved that sort of thing.
Of course, in recent years, plays about Heroes and Demon Kings had become more popular than those about Heroes and evil dragons.
Especially now that the Holy Church had publicly announced the "execution ceremony," nearly every major theater was staging Hero-and-Demon-King-related productions in one form or another.
This Dreambound club was no exception.
Thus, this "Hero versus Evil Dragon" production had been pushed into the less crowded daytime slot.
But that did not mean it lacked spectacle.
After learning the name of the production, Dark could not help turning to look at his own Magic Spirits, then smiled.
Among his Magic Spirits, there were not only two with the "qualities of a Hero," but also a genuine dragon species.
If they were the ones performing this play, it would truly live up to its name, would it not?
Just as he was imagining it, the swordsman playing the Hero stepped onto the stage first.
It was unexpectedly a handsome swordsman dressed as a man, every step landing precisely on the beat of the background music as dazzling starlight scattered from her enchanted