Lanci now dared not look in the direction of the audience below the stage.
The vast auditorium was eerily quiet.
Thousands of gazes felt like thousands of blades.
Watching him perform a soliloquy.
He was desperately trying to save the situation.
Gradually, Lanci felt like he couldn't cope anymore.
It was just like when he first went to the Poseen Kingdom, bewildered by Tata's antics.
"Dear Lady Goddess, could you please help me? Just give me a clue about her, and I'm willing to continue to do good deeds for the rest of my life! If you think I'm guilty, then please punish me directly!"
Lanci could only look up to the sky, raising both hands, pleading.
In the distance,
"Lanci… I'm sorry…!"
Talia murmured in a guilt-laden whisper.
She hurried backstage near the curtain, pulled off her shoes, and threw them towards Lanci.
Bang!
Tata's shoe hit Lanci squarely on the head.
Lanci fell to the ground on cue.
Talia, in her evening gown, maintained her throwing pose, stunned.