# Chapter 62: 62
—The beautiful Prince Christian, the strong knight Verno, and the wise Luminus heard the rumors about Angela, and that's why they came to see her. Their meeting is the prelude to the great adventure that awaits them.
While Radis was reading the synopsis of the novel in the booklet, Yves was busy looking around the hall as if he wasn't listening to her.
—During their mystical adventure, Angela and Prince Christian develop feelings for each other. Meanwhile, Verno hides his feelings for her and simply watches from the shadows. In fact, where will their journey take them?
That's the entire synopsis of the brochure.
Radis asked.
—So, will they become lovers?
At his question, Yves looked at Radis.
-That? Who is it?
—Angela and Christian?
—Who are those people?
Radis opened the brochure in front of his face.
Yves narrowed his eyes.
—What the hell, were you talking about the play?
—Of course I'm talking about the work. He told me to read this out loud.
—There is a part that bothers me...
Radis had read everything out loud. He almost let out a frustrated sigh at Yves because he didn't even hear anything.
But Radis held back.
Yves was her employer, and furthermore, he was her savior by allowing her to see a play today.
Seeing some people coming in, Radis spoke.
"Shouldn't we go?" Everyone is entering.
He stood up and took the lead, holding the two pamphlets carefully.
Yves Russell followed her with some reluctance.
The interior of the theater was luxurious and spacious.
The red curtains covering the stage were embroidered with golden rose patterns, and the seats on the first floor were already full.
On the surrounding walls were horseshoe-shaped seats. Those balconies were reserved for high-ranking aristocrats.
An usher guided her to one of them.
Standing behind the balcony railing, Radis looked around the theater. It was full of people chatting excitedly and full of anticipation for the play.
Seating on the first floor seemed to be reserved primarily for family or friends of the play's cast. Aside from them, there were noticeably many groups of women in the audience.
They had fun talking about the content of the novel.
Watching the excited people, Radis had a thought.
I've been feeling this since we arrived in Dvirath... this city is like a city of dreams. Everyone seems really happy.
Then, someone screamed.
—Ah, it seems that the work is about to begin!
The red curtains opened in the middle and began to rise to reveal the stage.
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Just before the work began
The Golden Rose Theater welcomed an unexpected VIP.
It was Adrianne Arpend, the country's empress.
The moment the imperial carriage arrived, the manager of the Golden Rose Theater ran downstairs, looking like he was going to roll down the stairs at any moment, not even being able to fix his hat on his head properly because he had to greet the empress.
—Your Majesty! What an honor to be here!
Adrianne Arpend squinted at the theater, smiling graciously.
—The theater is really beautiful.
Adrianne said that as the manager kissed the back of her hand.
—I heard that the work in this theater is very interesting, so I came here. I'm just here to see her, so I came incognito. Shouldn't I have relaxing days like this sometimes?
—You are absolutely right, Your Majesty. The Golden Rose Theater is a place that exists so our VIPs can experience beautiful dreams!
—Ohoho! A beautiful dream? What sweet things he says. Isn't that true, Prince Olivier?
Standing behind her, Olivier, the country's third prince, nodded.
That day, it looked like it was a sculpture made of glass.
His deep blue suit was embroidered with the pattern of a blue peacock, which was the symbol of the Arpend imperial family. It matched her silver hair very well.
Thanks to the brightly colored suit and her carefully styled hair, the beauty of her immaculate features, reminiscent of a sculpture, became even more evident.
—I agree, Your Majesty.
However, when Olivier said that, his tone seemed to express how far away he was from those sweet dreams.
It was as if she were a cold porcelain doll with a mechanically moving jaw.
Looking at him, a satisfied smile spread across Adrianne's lips.
—Now, can I ask my adorable doll to accompany me?
As if it were a painting, Olivier accompanied the empress in a polite manner.
When he said it was a "doll", it didn't sound like a simple joke.
With one hand on her arm, the empress and Olivier ascended the stairs of the theater. It really looked like a mechanical doll.
Every time his joints moved, it seemed like ice shards would fall. The theater manager had to rub his eyes several times.
Watching the retreating figures of the empress and the third prince, the theater manager muttered to himself.
—It is rumored that the third prince is like an ice doll, and it seems that those rumors are true.
Valiz