The theater's novel design had the guests looking around. As the sky beyond the dome darkened, the theater fell into shadow, and conversation gradually died away.
The familiar Blue Star logo appeared on the Veil, then gave way to a new scene: a sinister, stormy night. A figure in red broke into a manor, killed a couple, and left a lightning-shaped burn on the forehead of a baby still in swaddling clothes...
What had happened in Siltovis played out again on Monte Montreal Mountain.
The two hours passed faster than expected. No one left. Only the occasional cough or cleared throat broke the silence. Nor did anyone notice the ghost Girl drifting overhead.
When the screening ended, the audience applauded Annan Potter and the Magic Stone with polite restraint. That did not mean they disliked it.
Quite the opposite. Annan had barely led Alice and Martin onto the stage to thank everyone and announce ticket sales before the audience snapped up every ticket for the next day's six screenings.
Gold Narls filled five wooden chests, and orders for the Magic Stone covered an entire page.
On the first day alone, Annan earned back three times what he had paid for the Moonlight Opera House, even after taxes.
Annan left the cleanup to Burr and Sailita Dena, who had yet to show herself, then followed Olin outside.
"What are you busy with?"
Olin was about to mount her Warhorse and leave, having just finished watching the Magic Film.
"Envoys from the Elven Royal Court have arrived in the Imperial Capital. We're responsible for security around the perimeter."
"Elves? What brought them here?"
With one foot in the stirrup, Olin looked down at Annan. "You're prying into imperial secrets."
"Sister Olin~"
"...The elves are an ancient race of Wilhelm. They believe the