# Chapter 61: 61
The carriage stopped in front of the Golden Rose Theater.
To live up to its splendid name, the Golden Rose Theater had both its interior and exterior adorned with golden waves.
Yves Russell, who got off the carriage first, held the door and smiled at Radis as he looked back at her.
—Come on, My Lady?
—…My Lady?
It was the first time in her life that she had been called that.
But then, after watching Radis walk up the theater's red-carpeted stairs with Marquis Russell as her escort, who wouldn't call her that?
There seemed to be a small social gathering going on in the beautiful lobby at the moment.
People who came to the theater to see a play gathered in the lobby while chatting.
Then, a gentleman with a very elegant mustache approached Yves.
—Oho, who do we have here! Is that you, Marquis Russell?
—Long time no see, Count Braunt!
-Ha ha ha! It seems like it has grown a lot. You look so dignified, too. My wife, come here! Look who it is!
Countess Braunt and a few other people in the hall approached.
It seemed that Yves knew them all.
After greeting each other, it was natural that all their eyes fell on Radis.
Yves spoke.
"This lady here is Miss Radis Tilrod."
Not used to being the center of attention, Radis immediately felt her face heat up. But still, he greeted them as politely as possible.
—Wow, if he's from the Tilrod family, then is that Tilrod family? Whose ancestor is Knight Alexis Tilrod, one of the founding fathers of the country?
—That's right, ma'am.
—Wow, now that I think about it, the Marquis also has Verad Russell, who is a founding father of the empire, right? Oh my gosh, how amazing!
—It is very meaningful to see them together in this way.
With that, a flurry of conversations began.
Radis couldn't keep up with them.
Golden light fell on her head, from the walls and from the columns that surrounded her on all sides.
The theater itself was already spectacular, but the smiles of everyone around it were even more dazzling.
Elegant laughter, subtle jokes about the timing of all this, a sudden toast, champagne, more laughter.
It seemed like she was being assaulted with ten hallucinations at the same time.
-...is.
—…
—Radis!
Waking up from his reverie, Radis looked up. She was standing there like a drunk with both hands occupied by two glasses of champagne. He couldn't refuse when they offered them to him.
And Yves Russell had a mocking smile on his lips as he looked at her.
-My God. You just have to pretend to take a sip and return them. Did you drink them all?
Yves Russell took the glasses with leftover champagne from Radis's hands and handed them to a servant.
Then, he placed the back of his hand gently on Radis's cheek.
—Your face is completely red, Radis.
Radis almost instinctively broke his wrist, but he couldn't do it. Maybe it was because she was too embarrassed or because she was too dizzy from the champagne.
Well, that's a relief.
He didn't know what would have happened if he had broken his wrist in the middle of that busy theater lobby.
—…it's just that I blush easily.
-Hang on a minute.
Yves went to get ice water for her.
He sat her down and also sat across from her, smiling as he watched her finish drinking the glass.
Those who watched this scene were left with wide eyes.
—It seems that their relationship is not common.
—Does Marquis Russell finally have a mistress?
—He was never the subject of any scandal, although there were all kinds of rumors about him. Still, it's a bit of a relief.
While Radis drank some ice water, a theater employee brought him a brochure.
The play was called, 〈Dame Angela and two men〉.
Intrigued, Radis opened the pamphlet.
The work was an adaptation of the romantic part of the novel titled 〈Dame Angela〉.
Radis looked at Yves.
—Have you read the novel?
—What novel?
—'Give me Angela.'
Yves Russell shook his head casually.
-No.
—This work is adapted from the novel.
Radis spoke with a sad expression.
—This... I have never read the novel about this, but will I be able to know the story when I see the work?
Yves shrugged.
-It doesn't matter. The novel is a novel, and this work is a work, right? Aren't they two separate things?
-Hey? They are different! Haa, if you had told me beforehand, I wouldn't have read the book! We went through a portal just to see a play, but this... you should at least read the entire brochure.
Spreading out the brochure, Radis looked at Marquis Russell.
—Shouldn't the Marquis read it too?
"Then read it for me."
—……
Before reading it aloud, Radis shot Yves a withering look.
—In the town of Dolrit, there lived a girl named Angela, and she had a mysterious power over fire. All the villagers feared her and thought she was a witch.
Reading the word "fire", Radis shuddered.
But it's just the plot of a novel. He continued reading.
Valiz