Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1016 - 752

More than ten minutes later.

Inside the curtain of the main stage at Brielda Opera House.

The space was dimly lit, corners piled with backup props and decorations, lit only by the faint glow of a few small lamps.

On the fireproof carpeted ground, several workers in beige work clothes were scurrying back and forth.

As the lingering sounds from the front of the house began to fade, the workers confirmed the stage readiness via short-range communication devices, then nodded at the actors.

In an instant, the orchestra struck up the overture, the music gradually filtering through the curtain and a beam of light illuminating the edge of the curtain and the steps.

Even backstage, one could hear the sounds from the stage.

"Lanci, Lanci, what do we do?"

At this moment, dressed to the nines for their roles as the lead actors, Lanci and Talia ignored the bustling crowd and were engrossed in flipping through the script.

If they could be of help to Abigail.

Perhaps her favorability would get very high, whether it was for negotiating alone with her or for subsequent affairs, half the battle would be won.

But now they both realized how difficult this hastily accepted challenge was.

"Just memorize as much as we can; luckily, we’ve read the original work, and this adaptation is just one of the chapters."

Lanci responded without lifting his head, his thoughts focused.

Although the performance had already begun.

Their scene had not come up yet.

Then, she was taken back to the Governor’s Mansion by the Governor, leading up to that final scene where the Governor confesses his deep affection for Cinderella.

The story strictly adhered to the historical context.

Since ancient Protoss Empire had learned much from the Demon World and after being defeated in wars years later was governed and constructed by the Demon Race, its lands retained many relics of the Demon World, as seen in the indelible Demon World aura in the construction of the Imperial Capital Herram.

The Protoss people were unable to forgive the Demon Race and yet could not separate their traces from their own, as if entangled in an eternal predicament.

But that was a story for another time.

At the start of "Holy War Romance," before the flames of war flew, the Demon Race and the Protoss people were still on friendly terms.

Only that if a human and a member of the Demon Race carelessly fell in love, their future would inevitably be one fraught with ice and thorns...

"I understand the plot, but how am I supposed to act it out!"

Talia kept looking at the time; no matter her little talent bestowed by the Great Love Poet, even after fully assimilating his skills, between the dress rehearsal and the actual performance, she felt there was little hope to get it right on the first try.

The only piece of good news was that to ensure the smoothness of the performance, the heroine would be portrayed by two actors.

During the opening part, the early phase, the unglamorous Cinderella, covered in soot and dirt, would be portrayed by another actor. The subsequent scenes requiring interaction with the Governor, the beautifully dressed Grey Princess, would be entirely performed by Talia.

So now, Talia had the last little bit of time to prepare backstage.

"This script is really hard to memorize."

Lanci also rubbed his head in frustration.

Though he had generally read the original "Holy War Romance," he was a reader, after all, and couldn’t possibly remember all the lines after one read.

If anything, he could probably recite by heart only the "confession" scene at the end of the Grey Princess chapter.