FATE: Target of Grand Master

After following the staff around and around for quite a while, Xia Yan and the others finally arrived at the backstage of the Grand Theater.

Just then, the four idols from the Great Soul Opera Company finished their rehearsal and returned backstage.

Members of the two idol groups bumped into each other.

"Hi, everyone from GxQxG, we're really looking forward to our showdown with you tomorrow."

Helena reached out and placed her hand in front of Euryale.

"We not only expect, but we will also achieve absolute victory tomorrow."

Euryale also extended her hand and shook hands with Helena.

"Very confident, indeed. Having come this far, it would be strange if you weren't confident. However, tomorrow, we will defeat you as decisively as taking off a head."

"Those who stand in our way are all bad civilizations, and they must be destroyed decisively."

Upon hearing Ushiwakamaru and Attila's unique metaphor, Joan of Arc quickly stopped them, saying, "Lord Ushiwakamaru, Lord Attila, don't use those lines here, it will cause misunderstandings."

Xia Yan's lips curled slightly, thinking to himself that these two weren't the type to just recite lines; that's exactly what they were thinking.

"Assassination attempts are commonplace for a king. If you're so capable, come and try."

Maeve wouldn't back down at a time like this.

"Hehe, everyone's got quite the temper. I'd like to see this resolved in a more peaceful way. For example, how about the four of you voluntarily withdrawing from the competition?"

Well, Xia Yan thought that Shuten-dōji would ease the tense atmosphere, but he didn't expect him to stab her in the back.

Feeling that if they continued talking, the Holy Grail War would break out on the spot, Xia Yan hurriedly said, "Eureka, Maeve, Shuten-dōji, it's time for our rehearsal. Let's hurry up."

"Excuse me, members of the Great Soul Opera Company, we have to go to rehearsal. Please make way. We are also looking forward to presenting a captivating performance with your company tomorrow."

After saying that, Xia Yan led everyone past the Great Soul Opera Troupe.

Helena whispered to Joan of Arc, "Is this the legendary agent—Xia Yanjun?"

"I guess so, but Helena, you're exaggerating. What legendary agent? It's like he's some kind of seventy or eighty-year-old grandpa," Joan of Arc chuckled.

"Everyone, we can't let our guard down. He's used different strategies in every round, helping Euryale break through to where she is now."

"Helena, don't worry too much. We are different from the opponents they have faced before. We have a very mature performance style and we have a good understanding with each other. I heard from our advisory team that they seem to want to compete with opera as well, which will be their biggest mistake."

"Yes, Helena, we've put in so much sweat to get to where we are today. There are no shortcuts on the path to becoming an idol. Tomorrow's victory will surely belong to us."

Although Helena was still uneasy, she didn't show it anymore, as she didn't want it to affect her group's performance.

"Aren't you going to stay and watch their rehearsal?" Ushiwakamaru asked.

"No. They didn't come to watch our rehearsals either, and to ensure fairness, we won't watch theirs either."

Xia Yan, who had been keeping an eye on the backstage entrance, did not see the four idols from before until the end of the rehearsal. He immediately felt respect for their fair behavior and a sense of guilt.

However, despite feeling guilty, Xia Yan continued with his plan in order to achieve victory.

After successfully completing the rehearsal, Xia Yan and the others did not linger outside and went straight back to the villa.

Since Maeve and Shuten-dōji announced their joining Euryale's agency to form an idol group, Xia Yan has clearly felt that the number of paparazzi around him has been increasing.

Thanks to Cú Chulainn, any paparazzi who dared to approach the villa would be beaten unconscious by him and then thrown into a fixed place to wake up naturally.

Over time, an urban legend began to circulate among the paparazzi.

People cannot get too close to the villa where Xia Yan and the others live, otherwise they will inexplicably fall into a coma for several hours. Although there has been no danger so far, no one wants to lie on the ground for an hour or two for no reason, so Xia Yan and the others' daily lives have not been greatly disturbed.

"Master, I have finished making the spirit costume you requested, as per your requirements."

Back at the villa, Miss He, with a tired face and dark circles under her eyes, pushed open the door to the studio.

Before Xia Yan could reply, Miss He collapsed as if she had lost power, and golden particles that were about to return to the Throne of Heroes reappeared around her.

This startled Xia Yan quite a bit. Without any hesitation, Xia Yan immediately used a Command Spell to replenish Miss Crane's mana.

After Miss Crane's spirit foundation gradually stabilized, Xia Yan asked Musashi to take her back to her room to rest, while he went into Miss Crane's studio and picked up a spirit garment that was placed at the front of the clothes rack.

This bright red spirit dress was custom-made for Maeve by Miss Crane at Xia Yan's request. Although it was quite revealing, Maeve was able to carry it off perfectly with her temperament.

Hats, gloves, high-heeled boots, and a small whip—all the necessary props were provided, and Xia Yan was very satisfied.

She called Maeve over to try on the clothes, and Euryale, who was monitoring her, looked at Xia Yan with a slightly strange gaze. It wasn't until Xia Yan explained that it was for tomorrow's performance and not for her own personal desires that Euryale nodded with some skepticism.

"Xia Yan, even if you have this kind of fetish, I won't discriminate against you. Although my body can't do it, if you can summon Medusa in the future, I can make her wear this outfit to satisfy you. Mmm..."

Xia Yan hurriedly covered Euryale's face to stop her from continuing her outrageous remarks, and whispered, "Little Miss, could you please not judge me by your overly advanced moral standards and fantasies? I'm not as wild as you guys. I really, really, really did it just for the sake of the opera's plot."

"Huh? What kind of new kind of PLAY is this?"

Maeve, dressed in a new spirit outfit, came out of the room and saw Xia Yan covering Euryale's mouth with his hand, pinning her firmly against the wall. If Maeve hadn't been familiar enough with the two of them, she would have immediately taken out her phone to call the police upon seeing this scene.

Xia Yan and Euryale turned their heads and saw Maeve, dressed in the "Enchanting Warden" spirit costume, holding a small leather whip and looking at them with an intriguing gaze. They immediately sensed an aura of adoration and love for the queen.

"It's nothing. I just wanted Xia Yan to wipe my mouth for me, hahaha. By the way, this spirit robe fits me perfectly, go and change it off."

Euryale's eyes darted around as she lied.

"That's right. Honestly, you've lived for so long, why do you still need someone to wipe your mouth for you? You're like a little kid. Oh. Um... yes, this spirit robe suits you very well, you can change it off now."

Xia Yan rubbed his foot, which had been deliberately stepped on by Euryale, and chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah, I also think this outfit is great, but I haven't really tried this prop much yet..."

Maeve flicked the small leather whip in her hand.

Xia Yan wanted to grab Yuri Ellie next to him to shield himself, but found that he grabbed nothing; Yuri Ellie had already run away.

Cornered by Maeve, Xia Yan could only scream in anguish, "Don't come any closer!"