"It's stormy outside. Running to the piano hall on the deck to play the piano alone at night, have you gone mad?" Miss Hong, wearing a pure white nightgown, stepped with a pair of disposable slippers.

"There's still an audience," Xu Xiaoyou said with her head raised.

"If I wasn't here just now, were you planning to smash a hole through this place?"

"Well, you were here."

"Tsk."

Miss Hong had no good impression of this person, who just last night had blatantly tried to pry into her affairs.

"Hurry back. Stop wandering around here alone."

Xu Xiaoyou sighed, with a slight look of melancholy on her face:

"To be honest, I've been losing sleep over that ghost story circulating on the ship, to the point that even sleeping pills don't work."

"Can you bear to see an insomniac tossing and turning in bed, with bloodshot eyes and listless the next morning?"

Miss Hong couldn't be bothered to argue, and just as she was about to forcefully send the other away, Xu Xiaoyou's voice clearly reached her ears.

"So, is Miss Hong interested in playing a piece with me?"

...

Meanwhile, in an opera hall somewhere on the deck.

"For those companions who fell before dawn, for our honor, for the dawn of the people, keep moving forward. People will remember, praise, and admire you."

On stage, a knight clad in armor fell down, pierced by arrows, surrounded by the corpses of his companions, broken spears embedded in their armor. Ahead lay an endless horde of the Dragon Race, mostly with reversed hind limbs, scales on their backs, with menacing wings, all in the Church Court's Forbidden Guard Scale Armor; behind was the oncoming army of the Heroic Kingdom, and further back were the lights of thousands of homes.

"And before the cemetery of the kingdom's heroes, people will forever mourn and commemorate."

The Minstrel chanted, lamenting as he walked on the scorched earth of war, praising the fearlessness and bravery of heroes, all the beautiful qualities of humanity being extolled by him, until the arrows of the Dragon Race also pierced his body.

Someone stepped forward to embrace the Minstrel's body, crying out in tears: "Roquel! Why did you have to fall just before dawn?"

"You are the wisdom, light, and hope of the people."

Kingdom's heroes and soldiers waged an epic battle against the Dragon Race, eventually overcoming the seemingly invincible and glorious dragons, singing triumphantly all the way, the army advancing towards the dragon's castle.

At this moment, the scene on the stage changed, the battlefield and the bodies of the heroes faded, replaced by a majestic castle rising from the ground, with a Spiral Tower at its center made of giant stones, the dragon's roar echoing across the sky, thundering amidst the claps of thunder.

Lancelot watched from afar, very satisfied with today's rehearsal of this performance, everything proceeding according to the script without any mistakes.

The stage play "The Last Queen and Her Round Table Knights" had gone through twists and turns, from the first act where the Queen met the young knight in the countryside, the two developing mutual feelings, navigating political struggles, then to the part where the dragon led the Dragon Race in a grand attack on the kingdom, causing heavy casualties on the kingdom's side, the heroes' grand expedition failing, and the eleven Round Table Knights falling in battle.

Only at this point did the kingdom, after much pain and reflection, stop its internal turmoil and unite against the external threat, with the heroic pioneers using their flesh and blood to hold back the sharp stones and arrows, earning time for the people behind the city walls and bringing dawn to the kingdom.

With high morale, the allied forces of the kingdom swore to avenge the heroes, storming into the castle, defeating all the Dragon Race that stood in their way, advancing towards the Spiral Tower.

According to this level of rehearsal, by the end of the year at the academy's evening gala, this stage play will surely amaze everyone, thought Lancelot as he watched.

He originally planned to go to the island alone, but the academy sent members of the student council to monitor him, so he decided to go along with it, dragging the members to rehearse with him at dawn, waiting for their patience and energy to deplete before dealing with his own affairs.

"It's strange, clearly in the fourth act, humanity's side was still in a total rout, morale low, the kingdom seemingly on the brink of destruction, so why in the fifth act suddenly a counterattack horn sounded?"

The ponytailed girl beside him asked in confusion.

Lancelot chuckled: "Unexpected, right?"

"Exactly, Yaqing, that's unexpected, isn't it? The predecessors were in just such a desperate situation, when no one believed in them, that they held up torches, leading the people of the Star of Art to carve out a path, defeating the Fars Religious Kingdom and welcoming the dawn, weren't they?"

"Even posterity thinks it's a miracle, it's hard to imagine how much effort those great pioneers had to put in, how much blood and tears they shed for us to have what we have today."

"Alright, onto the sixth act."

"On the pinnacle of the castle, the final battle between the last Round Table Knight and the dragon, it's time for me to take the stage."

With that, the light of mimicry appeared in Lancelot's hand, armor covering his body, the Lion Heart Shield fitting into his hand, a sharp blade appearing in his hand, pointing skyward.

As he stepped onto the stage, the stirring music transitioned to a solemn and somber tone, like a farewell to the last hero, he paused at the pinnacle of the castle, countless people gathered spontaneously below the castle, praising and admiring their hero, soldiers collectively gazing up at this scene, hopeful expressions appearing on their weary faces, exchanging smiles.

After Lancelot pointed the sword at the red curtain, he slowly exhaled and shouted loudly:

"Battle with me, gambling the will of the pioneers and the honor of the kingdom!"

His invigorated voice echoed above the stage, lingering for a long time, yet no response came from behind the curtain, the scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The hopeful expressions of the members of the student council below faded, replaced by a faint impatience, whispers rising and falling.

"What's going on, Gao Wen, hurry up and come out to get KO'd by the righteous knight so we can go back to rest!"

"Where is he, did Gao Wen fall asleep behind the curtain?"

"Gao Wen, come out!"

Realizing the artifact's Lin Yaqing helplessly pressed the control button for the curtain, the red curtain parted to both sides.

Seeing Lancelot heroically standing, facing the figure behind the curtain, people uniformly breathed a sigh of relief, at last, they could rest.

Yet at this moment, what the young man saw was a completely different scene, causing his soul to tremble.

Behind the red curtain, a girl with dirty silver hair, clothes reeking of the stench of rotting fruit, was gripping the hand of an unconscious young man, tearing apart the giant dragon skeleton artifact made of bamboo and wooden strips, while the girl was munching on something, faintly revealing it was the rice paper dragon costume...

Light poured in, Angelina was initially blinded, instinctively blocking her face and stepping back, then her eyes filled with blood, letting out a threatening growl towards the suddenly appearing Lancelot.

"Take down Gao Wen, Lancelot! Take down the dragon!"

Eager for the scene to end, the student council members shouted in unison at the base of the tower, only the distant Lin Yaqing realized something was amiss, Lancelot's shoulders were clearly trembling, as if intimidated by the aura of some powerful creature.

The next moment, the knight, cheered loudly by the people, was knocked off the tower, while the dragon being denounced revealed her menacing form, and from her heart erupted crimson tendrils that swept across the entire opera hall in an instant!

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