“You finally popped the balloon!”
Bisabeol smiled brightly.
“It was bound to happen someday.”
“You anticipated it?”
“Of course. It would have been harder not to.”
These were people who had lived nearly their entire lives without being able to do what they wanted. There was a high likelihood that they did not even know what they desired. And those citizens had been offered “happy dreams without any side effects.”
Of course their eyes would glaze over enough for them to ignore the government.
“You’re far more positive than I expected.”
“Oh dear. I always keep watch over my son, you know. That way, wherever and whenever you stage another performance, I can capture it with these two eyes.”
“And how do you like this performance, Father?”
“Naturally, I love it!”
He appeared to be in quite a good mood.
Argio sprawled across the long sofa in the Guild Master’s office and looked up at him. Bisabeol stood over Argio, leaning on his cane. His vivid-yellow eyes shone with obsessive light.
“Hmm.”
Eyes to his liking.
Seo Gio and Giovanni reacted with aversion to Argio’s thought, but Argio ignored them. He liked people with this kind of fanatical passion. Such people inevitably caused at least one incident.
“Very well.…