Chapter 84: Test of the Rose Windmill Cabaret (18)
Ella returned to the hotel, and by the time she had completed all the days schedule, it was past midnight.
Now, it was Sunday.
Today was, without a doubt, the busiest day.
In the morning, she had to go to the cabaret to set up the equipment necessary for the performance. While the cabarets staff would assist, she needed to personally oversee and adjust the finer details, such as the placement of lights and props. Small changes could make a significant difference in the performance.
Fortunately, it didnt take much time to consider everything. Over the past two weeks, she hadnt just visited the cabaret for the sake of watching. She had examined the shape of the hall and the structure of the stage, constantly pondering, How would we do it? Sometimes, she gained ideas from performances of other teams.
All her ideas were recorded and organized in her notebook, and she had finished the preparations for the stage by the morning.
The crucial factor was the performers.
They needed to become accustomed to the atmosphere of the theater. It was different from the time when a few actions behind iron bars and growls would suffice.
Rehearsals were essential.
No matter how well the script was chosen and practiced, if things didnt align on the stage, it could all go wrong.
It was necessary to act on a real stage, as in an actual performance.
Fortunately, the cabaret staff were cooperative with the contestants. Whenever she requested, they were willing to play the role of the audience.
Ella leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
She needed to sleep by now for the sake of tomorrow. However, her heart wasnt calming down. Even sitting still, the pounding of her heart echoed in her ears.
Perhaps she had consumed too much coffee during the day.
Her body felt like a soaked sponge, constantly sagging, but her mind was clear.
It felt as if someone was forcibly lifting her eyelids.
She needed to sleep
So that she could move tomorrow
At that moment, a squirming sensation was felt inside her hat and pocket.
Gugu gugu
Chik chik
Two creatures, a pigeon and a mouse, both seemed to be restless. They were nocturnal animals, well-tamed to sleep according to their owners pattern, but lately, as she stayed awake until dawn, they too couldnt sleep properly.
They had slept throughout the afternoon and were now awake.
Shall we go for a walk outside? Get some fresh air, come back, and maybe take a warm shower. That might help you sleep.
Groo. Gururu!
Jjijit! Jjijit!
At the mention of a walk, the creatures became excited. Ella finished her tasks, put on her coat, and stood up.
Before leaving the room, she glanced at herself in the mirror.
A pale girl, as if she had seen something terrifying, was staring back at her.
Was she really this pale?
Even Mayas seemingly indifferent remark, everyones worries, including the stagehands, seemed genuine.
Assistant Ringmaster! You look tired!
Right! You should take a break!
Lets stop the lessons!
Of course, to her, those sounded like empty words.
Except for one person.
Ella, if you need help, feel free to ask.
The smiling face of Wonderstein came to her mind.
Empty words.
If she were to lie down because she was unwell, there would be no one to do the work.
His words were contradictory.
However, she knew she was lying.
She needed help.
A lot of it.
But she didnt want it.
She had to endure.
She had to run even harder.
We shouldnt have fun together.
She had to suffer even more.
The reason she worked hard for the competition was his promise, Ill set you free in two and a half years.
Not because she wished for it but because she had no choice but to do
When that person praised her, was she happy?
When that person acknowledged her, was she proud?
In the hope of remaining as someone I would continue to hate and resent.
In the joy that feels like committing a crime against dead friends.
She continued to torture herself.
However, the fact that she had such obsessions showed that her true feelings were the opposite.
No.
Ella muttered, opening her eyes like that.
Ella, dont you have notes? Other members can handle it.
Rehearsal on-site adjustments
Ella, trying to get up.
I gently pushed her shoulders, urging her to lie down again.
At that moment, our eyes met.
Fear appeared in her eyes.
No I dont want to dont do it thats
Ella.
Please dont do it
Ella murmured, then drifted back to sleep.
The worried voices of the members filled the room.
I looked at the quest window that appeared before my eyes.
[Member Quest Raise a Child without Using Debulroots]
Ella does not want the Ringmasters treatment.
Conditions for Completion:
Do not touch her until she recovers*
I closed the quest window immediately.
Member quests they were a kind of wish fulfillment system.
I had benefited greatly from it.
Thanks to it, I could understand what members wanted, and by fulfilling those desires, I could increase their favourability.
However, there was a flaw.
If they didnt have the intention to request something, it wouldnt react. And what they desired might not be in their best interest.
So when Ella collapsed unconscious, the quest did not respond.
However, what she wished for during her semi-conscious state was reflected in the quest.
Ringmaster.
Yurakne held onto my hand tightly.
I nodded.
Member quests were just wishes.
I had relied on the power of the wish fulfilment system too much.
It was my fault.
Even if I became hated, there was no choice.
Right now, treating her was the priority.
I opened the Evolution Research Centre and placed my hand on her body.
And
I stood there silently for a few seconds.
The members looked at me with hopeful eyes, waiting for something.
I removed my hand.
Ringmaster, is it is it done?
Yurakne whispered, looking at me.
Ella still trembled, not regaining consciousness.
I shook my head.
Wait for the doctor.
Ringmaster?
I have a potion in my room that Anais gave me. Lets try giving her that first.
Ringmaster, wait a moment!
I pushed away Yuraknes hand and left the room.
And I walked alone down the corridor.
Ella was a mysterious existence.
She was not a character that appeared in the original work.
I couldnt understand why Wonderstein wanted to take her.
I checked the notification that appeared in the status window again.
The message I received for the first time since coming to this world.
[Diagnosis inconclusive. The target is immune to Debublroots.
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