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More than ten minutes later.

Inside the curtain of the main stage at Brielda Opera House.

The space was dimly lit, corners piled with backup props and decorations, lit only by the faint glow of a few small lamps.

On the fireproof carpeted ground, several workers in beige work clothes were scurrying back and forth.

As the lingering sounds from the front of the house began to fade, the workers confirmed the stage readiness via short-range communication devices, then nodded at the actors.

In an instant, the orchestra struck up the overture, the music gradually filtering through the curtain and a beam of light illuminating the edge of the curtain and the steps.

Even backstage, one could hear the sounds from the stage.

"Lanci, Lanci, what do we do?"

At this moment, dressed to the nines for their roles as the lead actors, Lanci and Talia ignored the bustling crowd and were engrossed in flipping through the script.

If they could be of help to Abigail.