As Herta's wisdom gradually became world-shaking.
Elsewhere, a... drama was also unfolding?
Sydney Opera House.
—In all sorts of movies and American comics, the place that got overrun even more often than New York and Moscow combined.
Within that magnificent Opera House, a red-haired beauty sat at the center of the stage like a blooming rose.
Her fingertips brushed the keys, and the music that flowed forth was like heavenly melody, echoing through every corner.
Perhaps there truly was a miracle in this world known as talent, and she was its embodiment.
The audience below filled every seat. Every pair of eyes was fixed tightly on the red-haired beauty, afraid of missing even the slightest movement she made.
Time seemed to have frozen. The entire world was immersed in the musical dream she had woven, unable to pull itself free.
Except for one little corner that was unusually packed with girls.
Or rather—
One section where there seemed to be an especially large number of girls.
Russell sat there with his eyes closed, resting.
Beside him, a flock of pretty girls also seemed rather listless.
"So boring~"
The white-haired girl who had specifically asked to come watch Eden perform muttered softly, disappointment written all over her face like a little flower hoping for sunlight only to be met with rain.
"Kiana, behave yourself."
"Look at Anna and Wendy. See how they're sitting."
Beside her, Megumin lightly patted the white-haired girl's leg, her gaze stern.
"But it really is boring!"
"It'd be better to just listen to Russell play at home."
The girl whose leg had been smacked instantly grew indignant, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.
"Can't you see Anna and Wendy are practically falling asleep?!!!"
She pointed toward the seats behind them, where Anna