Angor knew that there were a good number of noblemen who tended to lead an extravagant life. But a noble should always maintain two things in front of everyone: honor and baseline.
A noble’s baseline determined his or her identity, while “honor” was something that they mostly regarded as important in public. Angor remembered how he heard a story about a viscount family in Waterford, where their horsekeeper and gardener fell in love with each other and had their love story exposed by accident. Usually, the love between two lowly servants was not anything serious. However, fearing that something could go wrong and “dishonor” the family, the viscount still expelled them, along with their families.
Such an overreaction proved that nobles valued their honor really badly.
This opera though… showed noblemen doing filthy promiscuous action in broad daylight. How was something like this even allowed in a theater?
Lady Mirror spoke against Angor’s embarrassed silence. “I mentioned the show because I find the opera quite creative.”
Creative?? Angor would really like to lecture whoever it was about the standard of nobility if it was not Lady Mirror in front of him.
“I want my surprise to be something similar like Journey in Heaven, which combined an illusion like the opera with a music piece. Can you do it?”
Her tone did not sound like a question.
Angor hesitated. His bad feeling had become a reality.
Of course, he could make something like that, but…
Angor took a deep breath and attempted to refuse in an indirect way. “Making the item is no problem, lady. But I’ve never seen—”
“I told you to go watch the show, didn’t I? You’re going to Midnight Sovereign anyway, might as well broaden your view a little. I mean, come on, at least get some knowledge about how to do business with a girl, if you ever get your hands on one.”
But that’s not the point here! Angor blushed. “I’ve no, um, experience, so my illusion might seem off in a lot of ways.”
Lady Mirror stroked Angor’s cheek and silently exclaimed on the perfect quality of the boy’s skin.
“I didn’t say anything about making those dirty scenes. I’m only asking for an alchemy item similar to Journey in Heaven, which tells a meaningful story.”
Angor was still stumped. How the heck did someone tell a “meaningful story” by using horny men and uncontrolled women?
Lady Mirror shook her head. “The Phantom of Festivity might not have a good story in it, but you can learn something from it and make something else. I’m not asking for the opera, but a similar story. Think this way: you can put some handsomes on your floating island, or create a scene where a queen is getting crowned. Of course, there are always handsome men around queens, right? Or, you can use a piece of sad music in the illusion to tell people that the gentlemen are gonna be disappointed…”
Angor kind of registered Lady Mirror’s idea. She simply wanted something both distasteful and meaningful.
“Distasteful” meant having gentlemen with obvious intentions, and “meaningful” meant they should not be TOO obvious.
How’s that even possible?!
“Can I just, add someone on the island while playing City of Sky?”
“Let me see… no. The music doesn’t go well with my ideal.”
Angor asked “Then what do you want me to do??” in his mind.
Lady Mirror waved an arm nonchalantly. “Just get your own ideas and bring the final product to me. And keep making new ones until I say yes. I can wait. Consider my favor repaid once you have me satisfied.”
Lady Mirror realized that she was being too harsh to a promising young man, so she decided to add something. “If you can do it, I’ll gift you a special destiny as a reward.”
Angor had nothing to reject the request by now. He only nodded helplessly.
While trying to think about possible ways to fulfill Lady Mirror’s strange conditions, Angor asked a question, about which he would regret for the next half month.
“Can I use someone that exists in reality in the illusion?”
Lady Mirror almost danced when hearing the question.
“Now that’s what I’m expecting from you! Such innovation!”
Innovation?! Where?
Lady Mirror moved closer to Angor again and spoke in a small voice, “Have you ever witnessed your professor without his clothes on?”
Angor’s eyes widened in horror. He realized he just dug his own grave.
“No no no, never!” Angor quickly shook his head as madly as possible.
“Tsk. Pity. Give him clothes then. And I do trust that you’ll create something real. You’re his personal student, after all.”
“Can-can I use someone else?” Angor tried desperately.
“You can. Put yourself in there then. I’d enjoy it. Aw, look at your hair, so adorable!” Lady Mirror covered her mouth and chuckled. “Since you know full well of your own body, don’t you dare cover yourself up.”
“Um, I think we should talk about how to make Professor Sunders more real.” Angor cleared his throat. “I believe he is not going to mind this matter.”
Lady Mirror grinned and carried a wooden basket to Angor with her mana.
Angor saw several paper rolls inside the basket.
“These are portraits I received from Bolisa. You can have a look.”