Madeleine was only an ordinary person. A fall from more than thirty feet would kill her.
The audience below screamed in terror as they watched that ball of fire plummet—
Just as the world's most famous Singer was about to fall to her death in an "accident," a levitation spell caught her and lowered her gently to the ground.
Madeleine pressed her lips together, her face a little pale. Her singing shifted into a low solo, as though everything that had happened was merely part of the show.
The shaken audience gradually fell quiet.
Luoxi hurried onto the stage, keeping low, and said softly, "Lord Annan, Tarkinson has been warned."
"Good."
The fools who had engineered the crisis had assumed he would stand by and watch the competition next door go wrong, even if someone got hurt.
They had made a grave mistake.
Annan had never cared whether they copied him. Even when he first went after the Art Capital, it was only because they had smeared and attacked him in the newspaper. He had been forced to fight back.
Because of magic and extraordinary powers, culture in the Allen World had always remained in its infancy. Annan was trying to help it grow, and he didn't mind others following behind him.
After all, he was trying to blaze a new trail through empty wilderness.
If no one followed, could it even be called a trail?
What he really wanted to know was whether Knight Tarkinson would use this chance to settle scores.
Once the competition ended, Tarkinson would lose much of the authority he held. At the very least, he would no longer be able to make the Art Capital obey him in the competition's name.
Backstage at the Grand Art Theater.
Tarkinson's taut expression eased a