"Let's focus on breaking free first and save as many soldiers as we can."
While the elders were trying hard not to be provoked and focused on breaking free, Wilhelm's cheerful and childish voice sounded once more.
"Tonight's show is called 'Fallen Angels'. Our show will feature beautiful angels with white wings, and the script is a tragedy, yet blood-boiling."
"I'm sure everyone here will enjoy the show as much as I do!"
"Okay, let's not talk too much. Let me show you the ultimate puppet theater show that you will never see before."
"Ladies and gentlemen...presenting, The Fallen Angels!"
Once Wilhelm's voice alternated between his own voice and little Joan's voice, the crimson mist that acted as the curtain covering the round stage slowly disappeared.
This stage was indeed strange because no matter from which angle, you would still be able to see the whole show, as if it was projected with 3D technology or something.
