Chapter 287 - Caught
Somewhat dazed, Angor stared at what existed in front of him.
He had done the experiment—the Nightmare Domain failed to combine with the empty illusion as he expected. However, something else did happen.
A teacup who was playing piano in midair was dragged out from the castle hall and into the illusion.
The poor little thing realized it was separated from its partners, and its already terrible piano noise became worse. The bouncing musical notes it created turned into jagged and barbed objects as if someone trimmed them with an iron saw.
“Stop it!”
Hearing Angor, the pianist teacup turned around and “looked at” Angor by facing Angor with the heart mark on it.
Next, the teacup visibly brightened up. “Shava!”
Among such people, Angor’s hooded robe was extremely out of place. He attracted lots of curious gazes.
He sighed and lifted his hood before he walked inside the theater only with the mask covering his face.
A waiter allowed him inside after checking his ticket. His strange clothes were no reason for the waiter to deny a customer.
Angor walked inside while removing his robe.
He knew the robe was useless if Twilight wanted to find him. There were many ways for wizards to find someone—stalking, special spells, prophets, and so on.
He might as well get rid of the unnecessary burden.
Angor decided to find time later and look for a crafting draft for wizard robes. There should be something useful in the books he recorded in the Nightmare Realm. He never checked them because he thought sewing was for women.
Now, however, he was desperate to find a robe which could help him to avoid detection or anything that drew enemies to him, or he would never be truly safe.
His seat was pretty remote. It was a corner between the gate and the side wall. Anyone who watched the show from this spot had to have good eyesight.
The show was not on yet, and he already heard all kinds of disturbing noises in the hall. Some pairs began to kiss each other, while someone from the private rooms above his current floor was huffing loudly.
He thought he was only here to watch the show as a bystander. Now he could not help blushing.
“Thank goodness I came alone…”
Phantom of Festivity started right at seven in the evening. At first, Angor watched with fair enthusiasm. But soon, his plain expression turned into a tight frown, and his curiosity became indifference and disgust.
The story was extremely dull. It described how the leading actress balanced her way among a group of guys. There were only insignificant twists and turns which drew some insincere applauses. Most of the time, Angor only felt distaste from the boring show of sheer human desire.
It was just a badly-written harem story that used a woman as the main character.
He left the theater before the midpoint of the drama.
The entire theater had become a messed-up gathering place for sexually-thirsty creatures. Angor’s conscience would not allow him to stay for another second.
It was almost eight now. He planned to head to the train station which would take him to the airship landing. Leaving earlier also saved him the pain of struggling inside crowds, which might cause him to miss his trip.
He walked away from the entrance of the theater and sighed deeply.
When he planned to head to the train station whilst enjoying the refreshing night breeze, someone appeared in his way again.