Mud and Dust was a historic Terra troupe that used to be popular. To be more precise, its rich history was all that kept the troupe’s will going. After the previous troupe master left behind a will and disappeared because of the troupe’s financial difficulties, the word “will” became an insult rather than a compliment[1].0

The Terra troupe master gestured at me. “Come inside.”0

“Did I pass the test?”0

“Of course you passed, ugor. You’re a Sylvan, but if I fail you even after watching such a performance, I have no right to run the troupe.”0

The troupe master led me into the theater with his nostrils flaring up. He pushed open a door, revealing a theater with a hundred and thirty years of tradition, though it had clearly deteriorated over the years.0

“Wow.”0

The inside was dark. Torches lined the wall, but it would have been better if there were none at all because soot coated the ceiling and all the walls. Since Terras liked damp places, there was even murky water on the floor, but I couldn’t tell if it was groundwater or something else. My eyes and nose were getting assaulted from all directions.0

“This is a bit...”0

That wasn’t all. Spiders, centipedes… All the bugs in the universe were here to prove how much they loved damp places. Thanks to them, even this small theater was overflowing with love, life, and, above all, cobwebs.0

“What…?”0

The troupe master looked proud. It seemed he totally misunderstood my reaction. “You...0