Amberser and Mr. Misfortune, two several-hundred-year-old fellows, walked down the main street.
Gazing at that huge statue from afar, Mr. Misfortune began to reminisce, "Remember when I first brought you to the Royal Capital, you were startled by Arthur Laine's statue, and swore to become a hero like Arthur Laine."
Scratching his head, Amberser said somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, at that time, I thought a few of the girls in the orchestra were pretty, and I just wanted to grab their attention."
Mr. Misfortune: ...
Damn Lich, casting a grey shadow over the memories.
The two passed by the vast square, where the Hundred-Person Grand Orchestra was performing passionately.
Amberser could sense something special about the air around them; it seemed to form an invisible echo barrier, ensuring the sound of the public performance could be clearly heard by everyone around.
