GDC 127

‘That person…!’

The moment I saw the simple green suit, I immediately recognized him.

“Ah, I’m Antonel,” the young man said awkwardly as he stepped out of the doorway.

“Antonel?”

“I’m performing the pre-show,” he explained.

Alcent, who had been speaking loudly, blinked in surprise as if only just realizing who it was.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Onstage, Antonel had looked full of confidence. But up close, even with his sturdy build, he kept his shoulders hunched like someone nervous and unsure.

“I really enjoyed your singing,” I said warmly.

To be honest, meeting him was far more pleasant than meeting Coachviel.

“Th-thank you!”

Antonel’s neck turned bright red. His clothes looked outdated, but his bashful face made him seem even younger.

“I mean it. Your performance was the best part of tonight.”

When I showed interest, Alcent quickly introduced me. “This is Her Grace, the Grand Duchess. Properly greet her.”…