Lanci believed that today's exceptional success in capturing all the media's attention owed much to Tolyado, but it was hard to say what Tolyado's motive was while he was stifling his laughter and playing the piano.
On stage, Tolyado was tidying up the props, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
Even if the Bishop Kuang'ai and Night Bishop were to hunt him down in the future, he felt no regrets.
If this life is given, so be it.
"Clumsy pig, get to work!"
Abigail tapped his head with a rolled-up paper, reminding him not to get distracted and to work earnestly.
The way things ended up today, she felt quite guilty towards the Duke and Yifa.
Tolyado was definitely a hidden culprit today.
Suddenly, on Talia's lap, Hyperion slowly opened her eyes.
"Has the performance ended?"
She sat up abruptly, looking around.
"Yes."
Talia nodded.
"Was it successful?"
Hyperion asked Talia again.
Seeing Talia as soon as she opened her eyes gave her a sense of security.
