Vill-V was about to take the stage...
Through the information fed back by an instant detection spell,
Moros had already gained a complete grasp of the Venus Giant Dome's current situation, so he was in no hurry to search the crowd for the Magician who had captured his heart.
He silently entered the private box that had long been reserved in this theater for him and his lovers, his heart filled with eager anticipation for Vill-V's upcoming performance.
Given the identities and status of the Necromancer and Vill-V's group, having an exclusive private box in this theater was only natural.
Inside the box, soft sofas and exquisite tea tables had been carefully arranged, creating an atmosphere that was both comfortable and elegant.
A faint, refined fragrance lingered in the air, soothing the mind and spirit.
As Moros leisurely took a seat on the sofa, his gaze passed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling window in the box, clearly catching every subtle change on the stage.
His fingers danced across the sofa armrest, tapping out a subtle, nearly imperceptible rhythm of tension.
This subtle feeling was not difficult to understand.
Vill-V's Magician persona—the woman who shone brilliantly upon the stage—was also someone he deeply loved.
To him, every one of her magic performances was a miracle worth eagerly awaiting, a journey that stirred his soul.
As the stage lights gradually converged at the center, the atmosphere throughout the theater grew increasingly heated.
The audience held their breath, awaiting the coming visual feast.
"Vill-V, my love, this stage is the kingdom where you can freely display your talents. And I will forever be your most steadfast audience, your most loyal supporter."
As he murmured, the Necromancer—who had always appeared mad and cold-hearted before the members of Moth to Fire—unconsciously revealed a gentle expression.
Finally,