"This won't do at all! The audience will never accept it!!!"
Stuffed with cotton balls up her nostrils, Minerva voiced her complaints with a muffled murmur as the maid beside her removed the cold pack from her forehead.
Behind her, the actors, also with cotton-stuffed noses, nodded in agreement. Selas and Nidhogg, who had fainted earlier due to excessive blood loss, were not among them. The two dragons were sprawled on a table, hastily scribbling away on something not meant for innocent eyes.
"This is the climax of the scene! You must perform it well and attract the audience as much as possible. You have to make them resonate with the plot so that we can reach the climax together!!"
"I...I know that."
Roland...Zhen whimpered softly and replied with a look of grievance.
Originally, his tattered appearance was already enough to evoke a sense of pity. Now, wrapped in a towel with a hint of trembling, he ignited a strong protective instinct in men around him.
