Chapter 262

After hearing Leon’s somewhat astonished inquiry, the Agatha in his arms trembled slightly, then suddenly buried her head even deeper into his chest, her ears red as she shyly cooed:

“De…dear?”

“……”

I was asking for the meaning of that phrase, not telling you to change the way you address me! I wanted to know why you called out my real name! And just as Leon was struck speechless by Agatha’s… or the princess’s response, standing there stunned, unsure whether to let go or continue acting through this farce, the two thousand plus “fan” bubbles floating above the theatrical world began screaming wildly at the sudden sweetness of this couple.

“I… I can’t take it anymore! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!”

“So sweet! The sugar content is criminal! I’m going to die from all this sweetness!”

“Get married! Get married now! Don’t wait till tomorrow, marry right here and now!”

“I’m twisting with joy! I’m losing my mind! I want to roll around on the floor!”

“To think they’d straight-up call each other ‘dear’… I… I can’t handle this!”

It’s… over. Everything’s over…

Looking up at the pink bubbles rolling like ocean waves above the theatrical world, the master of drama in the real world collapsed onto the floor with a thud, his eyes filled with nothing but the gray of despair.

I… I am the master of drama… I created this script!

And these damned audience members, do they have any sense of dramatic aesthetics? The play has been completely botched, there’s no buildup whatsoever, yet they’re cheering on a sudden proposal—don’t you find it abrupt? Also, the mother of the heroine, who was supposed to be a kind but strict elder, hands over her daughter after just one question—don’t you feel something’s off about that? And most importantly, where’s Elijah, the male lead? He was just midway through a passionate declaration, yet he hasn’t said a word, acting as though it’s someone else whose fiancée has been stolen, just standing on stage with the groom’s relatives watching silently—don’t you think Elijah’s behavior is… wait, no!

Elijah was the male lead I designed! That Mr. Male was only the second male lead! No, no, not even the second male lead! He’s just a supporting character meant to highlight the bravery and intelligence of the male lead, who should’ve disappeared after the tavern scene in Act One!

Realizing his cognition had become disordered, mistaking even the identity of the male lead, the “King of Drama” shakily raised his arm, looking towards the script of *Twelve Days Together* on his arm.

Under his despairing gaze, the script of *Twelve Days Together* slowly flipped open. Elijah, originally written in the position of the male lead, had vanished without a trace, replaced by a name that made him grind his teeth.

[Male Lead: Mr. Male]

[Setting: On the surface, a wastrel youth from the small town of Ankara, fond of wearing flamboyant and strange attire while wandering around, but secretly the owner of the kingdom’s largest trade association and heir to a great noble family.

His seemingly carefree and humorous exterior is merely a disguise for his true self. As the heroine Agatha gets closer to him and gradually understands his painful and struggling inner world, she begins to uncover his sincere and passionate nature…]

He struggles for what? His inner world is a joke! This guy doesn’t have an inner world beyond a basket of nonsense!

Watching the background forcibly rewritten beyond recognition, the “King of Drama” couldn’t help but feel his heart burning with anger. After cursing profusely in a manner entirely unbecoming of a master, he felt dizzy, collapsing onto the floor with a thud.

Just at this critical moment, among the pink bubbles going berserk overhead, a red bubble that had successfully guided the crowd multiple times stepped forward again. Wobbling on its short legs, it climbed to the highest point and shouted:

“Sisters! Is Mr. Male handsome?”

“Is the new plot good?”

“Yes!!”

“Compared to Master Wilde’s original work, isn’t the new version better?”

“Yes!!!”

If we were to choose between Master Wilde and Mr. Male, would you pick Mr. Male, right?

“Yes!!!!!!”

“Then it’s settled!”

Standing atop the platform built by the bubbles, looking down at the dense supporters below and the few dissenters who, being outnumbered, had already been captured and locked away, the large red bubble sneered, then proudly howled with satisfaction:

“Let’s overthrow that incompetent Master Wilde and let the most handsome Mr. Male take charge of the theatrical world from now on… uh…”

Seeing the [Drama King] glaring angrily from above, the red big bubble couldn’t help but tremble all over, immediately tumbling off the platform and instinctively trying to burrow into the bubble heap.

Unfortunately, although all the idea bubbles looked similar, most were light pink, whereas this big bubble, the leader of the Mr. Male fans, was thoroughly red, so despite successfully diving into the bubble heap, it was grabbed out by the [Drama King] the next second.

As it entered the [Drama King]’s palm, the red big bubble twisted slightly, then started inflating rapidly against its will, gradually revealing its true form…

A sheepish-looking goat head?

The Drama King: “…”(cao min cao) Black Goat: “…)(*▽*) Looking at the roasted sheep head that had once been taken away by “Mr. Male,” then inexplicably disappeared and never reappeared, the Drama King shook with rage.

So every time things got critical, you’d step in to sway people, huh? You were a plant all along!!!

“That… Master, we can explain…”

Through the ability to perceive anger, feeling the overwhelming wrath in the [Drama King]’s soul capable of roasting him alive into dried goat jerky, the black goat gulped audibly, nervously explaining: “That… I didn’t want to do this job, but Leon… the bastard playing Mr. Male insisted that having an official person guide the comments and public opinion of the fan group is a basic community operation that must be done immediately after a new era drama airs.

That… I don’t really understand what he means, but I’m just a poor demon working for him, unable to harvest any souls normally, relying solely on the boss paying me to buy some cigarettes for a little relief… So… I have to do whatever he says.

Uh… So I really wasn’t targeting you, Master. Your plays, I’ve watched them too; the sculptor’s wife cheating on her husband was especially thrilling, making my blood boil, so I’m your fan too. Can you just let me be a fart and release me…

Help! Leon, save me! Someone’s killing goats!!!

(End of Chapter)