Chapter 666

Finally over…

Having performed a bridal abduction drama—"I'm taking her away today, let anyone who dares to stop me"—while carrying the princess, whose state was neither drunk nor awake, and then returning with her to the small town of Ankara to sleep entwined amid the newly transplanted roses, Leon finally broke free from the utterly rewritten "Twelve Days of Travel."

Yet as his soul had just returned to his body and had not yet checked on the princess or the other audience members, a piercing scream echoed from the stage at the center of the theater.

"It hurts so bad! Help! Leon! Come save me!"

"Relax, you're perfectly safe."

After carrying the still-unconscious princess out through the exit passage and placing her on a seat in the theater's rear rows, Leon quickly circled around from the back and glanced toward the stage at the source of the cry.

On the stage now, apart from the actors sprawled unconscious on the ground, only one man and one goat remained locked in "combat," and the situation matched his earlier prediction: though the black goat appeared to be the one being beaten, it bore no real danger—only a few tooth marks on its face.

As for why he knew the black goat wouldn't be in danger… that was a math problem.

As his anomaly, the black goat's "maximum output power" was capped by his own contamination level; though the goat itself possessed 8 points of contamination, his current level was only 4. , so it could only exert 4. worth of power.

The Drama King, in full strength, had a contamination level of 16 points—roughly equivalent to two goats—but when three-quarters of the theater's audience turned against it, the Drama King, fused with the drama world, was severely weakened, retaining control over barely a quarter of its former power.

16 times 0. 5 equals a mere 4 points—half a goat's strength, even weaker than the black goat's 4. . Moreover, it had no soul-attack abilities whatsoever, meaning it was effectively unarmed, forced to brawl bare-handed against a goat that couldn't fight back.

So while the two seemed locked in fierce combat, in truth they were like two

In short—you two stop fighting already; no one's going to die from this kind of beating~

……

"You… it's you! It's all your fault!"

Seeing Leon had already escaped from the theatrical world, the 【King of Drama】, having finally found the real target, immediately abandoned beating the Black Goat, leapt off the stage with a thud, and charged toward Leon like a wild bull spotting red cloth, eyes blazing red…

Then he was slammed to the ground by a hand of will crystallized from the 【Holy Spirit Pendant】.

"Master Wilde… or rather, the out-of-control 【King of Drama】, your performance is over."

Like an officer who'd caught a fugitive, Leon solemnly declared the 【King of Drama】 arrested, then reached out and seized the Black Goat, using its soul vision to scan the entire Central Cross Theater, quickly confirming the soul conditions of over three thousand spectators.

Good—aside from a few unlucky souls who'd hit their heads on chair arms during soul separation, no one was injured in this anomaly Shikong incident. A perfect resolution!

Satisfied, Leon nodded, asked the pup for a rope, bound the still-struggling 【King of Drama】, stuffed his mouth with an old handkerchief, then lifted him with the 【Holy Spirit Pendant】's power and walked toward the theater's rear rows.

"Huh? Am I… asleep?"

Awakened by Leon, the Princess slowly re-synchronized her soul with her body, sat up rubbing her forehead, then suddenly frowned, faintly recalling what had happened before she "fell asleep," and asked with urgent eyes:

"Leon! Did something happen while I was unconscious? Master Wilde… uh… you've already caught him?"

So… you don't have any memories from the theatrical world?

Watching the Princess stare blankly at the bound "Master Wilde," her face filled with disbelief, Leon quietly exhaled in relief. Good, good—had she remembered, he'd have been doomed. To defeat the 【King of Drama】, he'd done so many humiliating things inside the theatrical world; if she'd remembered any of it, it'd be a massive black mark. Better she'd forgotten everything.

As for why "Agatha" at the wedding had called out his real name… at that time, the 【King of Drama】 had lost over seventy percent of its power, likely unable to maintain the theatrical world's stability, creating certain cracks.

And since the Princess not only knew about anomalies but had personally experienced several anomaly attacks, she likely had some level of contamination—her early awakening during the theatrical world's collapse isn't hard to understand…

"Don't worry—this anomaly Shikong incident has been perfectly resolved."

After helping the Princess, whose soul still struggled to fully control her body, to stand, Leon explained:

"The real Master Wilde died three years ago. The master you saw was merely an anomaly—it replaced Wilde's soul after his death and has controlled this body ever since."

"Just now, this nearly Shikong anomaly, enraged by the front-row theater critic's provocation, dragged everyone in the theater into the theatrical world. I found a loophole and shattered its control over that world…"

After briefly outlining what had just happened, deliberately skipping all events inside the theatrical world, Leon turned to the Princess, whose face now showed dawning understanding:

"Princess Veronika, our Clearance Bureau's Huan … large-scale memory alteration should already be taking effect. When these spectators wake, their memories will be naturally rationalized. But right now, there are two small favors I need your help with."

Upon hearing this, the Princess shook her head, lips slightly pursed, sounding displeased:

"You don't need to explain all this, Leon. Just tell me what you need me to do—and please, don't call me 'Princess' anymore, alright?"

"Uh… alright."

Leon hesitated slightly, then nodded:

"The people in the theater won't wake for another hour or two. Before then, please send someone to watch over them—don't let any further chaos cause injuries. That's the first thing."

"As for the second, Veronika, I'd like to borrow your carriage and driver to get me and this 'Master Wilde' back to the Virgin Division as soon as possible."

"No problem!"

Hearing Leon finally call her by her name again, the Princess's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and she replied:

"I'll send someone to look after these spectators. As for the carriage we arrived in—it should still be parked outside. Just go straight there."

"Then I'll be off."

Seeing the Princess showed no intention of leaving, and with official duties calling him back to the Bureau, Leon said nothing more, gave a brief farewell, and hurried away.

After seeing Leon off at the theater's entrance, smiling as she watched his carriage drive off, Princess Veronika—who had just looked calm—suddenly exhaled deeply, then pressed her hand to her wildly pounding heart.

That bastard… he had no recorded romantic history, yet he could say so many nauseatingly sweet lines—he must be full of sly, romantic thoughts all the time!

Glaring at the carriage speeding away—carrying fireworks… carrying Leon—she bit down hard on her plump lips, then gently pressed the back of her hand to her burning cheeks. Amid the drumming beat of her heart, she sighed helplessly.

How is one supposed to endure this?

(End of Chapter)