Chapter 287 - 50th Floor (1)
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The Black Dragons ambitiously prepared first performance was a spectacular failure.
This cant be
The Crusader covered her face in despair.
Was it because they had practiced the Fire Painting Play too zealously over the past month? Each gesture, each movement was infused with theatricality, making the Crusaders current pose a piece of art titled Despair. It was like one of those artworks that doesnt sell for even a gold while the artist is alive but becomes wildly popular posthumously.
I wanted to do music again, but Is this my own folly?
The Crusader laughed hollowly.
At her feet lay letters discarded like autumn leaves.
Disappointed, worst ever, I dont know what sins my ears committed in a past life to deserve a performance like yesterdays a salad of curses and contempt lay there.
I shall retire. Death King, no, not as a musician. As a hunter. As a human being, I intend to retire from life
Wait.