In the face of such scenes that blatantly ignore basic logic, Greya felt she really had no energy to critique. If it were just one instance, it might have been forgivable, but there were more than one! This significantly reduced the sense of immersion.
The transitions between scenes and the camera work were incomparably inferior to the Cage of Shadows.
The narrative may have been “Bloody Nightmare of Toy Island,” but the storytelling ability did not match the illusionary realm at all.
Had Greya not read the fairy tale “Bloody Nightmare of Toy Island,” she might not have even understood the plot.
Of course, it wasn't entirely without merit; a real play could not present such a grand set design. But beyond that, Greya couldn't see any artistic quality.
And worse, it ruined one of the fairy tales she liked.
Greya watched discontentedly, wishing she could rush to Angel and show him what kind of things he had been teaching.
However, at the moment, Angel was engaged in an important transmutation procedure on a Transforming Soft-bodied Insect's skin, so Greya held back her impulse.
While Greya was feeling disgruntled inside, the voice of Butler Number One announcing “Welcome, Master” came from outside the hall.
Greya looked up and saw Sanders pushing the door open and walking in.
Because Horus had arrived at the Sky Mechanical City, Sanders was mostly stationed in the Barbarian Cave outpost and rarely appeared in the manor. Seeing him return this time, Greya narrowed her eyes and walked over.
“I have an alchemical illusion here, do you want to take a look?” Greya held out her hand, revealing the “speech drama shadow box.”
Greya purposely did not mention that this shadow box was not crafted by Angel; she wanted Sanders to assume it was a product of Angel's work, optimistic for the viewing… then, with Sanders's discerning eye as the Illusion Master, scrutinize the incongruent elements within the illusion for fun.
However, Sanders merely glanced at the speech drama shadow box and said indifferently, “This isn't crafted by Angel.”
“Ah?” Greya froze, not understanding how Sanders could see through it at a glance.
“He wouldn't choose such expensive materials to create an alchemical illusion because it's wasteful.”
Despite saying so, Sanders still took the shadow box and inquired about its origins.
Greya shrugged, “Someone must have learned it from Angel's class, I suppose. The craftsmanship is actually not bad, don't you really want to take a look?”
Sanders pondered for a moment, then opened the shadow box and watched the entire story.
After he finished, Greya looked at him expectantly, only to find that he had no reaction. Instead, he mused for a moment, “The craftsmanship is not bad.”
Greya: ????
“If the target audience is ordinary apprentices, it would be difficult to detect a sense of incongruity. Plus, there's room for improvement,” Sanders commented objectively.
Greya: “…” It felt like she had trapped herself because she had followed suit and watched it again in order to show Sanders.
Sanders was genuinely praising because any form of artistic expression couldn't be achieved overnight–it takes time to reach great heights.
Perhaps the craftwork wasn't very impressive, but through the shadow box, a foothold has been established in this new form of artistic expression, surely prompting an opportunity for blossom in the future.
Greya felt annoyed, but it was because of her preconceived notions. If she were to look at it with a long-term perspective, the discomfort would diminish.
Sanders was quite hopeful about the future.
Handing back the shadow box to Greya, Sanders shifted the conversation, “By the way, where is Angel now?”