The Black Witch and the Paladin united as if they had never argued before.0

“Death King, please let us participate in this performance.”0

“It’s been a long time since I stopped composing music, but I still remember a lot of songs. I’ll incorporate songs from our world. Woah, just imagining it feels...”0

Why were they so enthusiastic? Their eyes were sparkling so bright. Well, I was starting to feel a little distant from them.0

“The music you made is really great, but if you put me in charge—no, just let me assist you. Trust me, your music will sound so much better.”0

“I’ll take charge of the story. Since this is a dance drama, should I call myself a director rather than a writer? Chief director? Hmm, since this is a new form of art, I guess we need a new name for the position.”0

I took a deep breath to calm down to some extent. My head still tingled from the previous cringe compilation. “Okay, if the play goes up in quality thanks to your guys’ input, that would make me very happy. After all, this is the cultural heritage that will become the blood and flesh of my Terra children…”0

The Black Witch smiled just as warmly as the sunset on a watercolor painting. “Yeah, that’s what I like about you.”0

“What?”0

Was she going to bombard me with compliments again? I looked at the Black Witch with wary eyes. 0

She giggled. “You always reap the rewards after...0