Chapter 42 The End of the Story
The sky darkened, and the theater gradually grew quiet.
It was now break time, and Night Star wondered around inside the theater.
She then came backstage, looking at the portraits hung on the wall, wondering what she was thinking about.
Looking at the people in the portraits, Night Star seemed to have hallucinations, seeing joyful scenes of the troupe’s first generation members performing on stage.
Unfortunately, this was just an illusion.
Night Star merely shook her head, and those strange illusions vanished.
She arrived in front of her own makeshift bed to prepare for sleep.
Sleeping here made her feel very secure.
Even without Night Lan as a pillow, she could have a good night’s rest. Perhaps it was because someone was protecting her at all times, and the sense of security gave her peace.
“Go to sleep, go to sleep, tomorrow will be another good day.”
Night Star covered herself with the blanket and curled up.
The sleeping conditions in the theater were really great.
It was quiet and noiseless, and no other sounds were heard; there weren’t even any rodents or insects, except for adapting to the atmosphere in the place.
If it weren’t for fear of being lectured by the group leader, Night Star would even want to put a bed here.
Night Star often lived in the theater for long periods, sometimes even pulling Night Lan into seclusion to have a nice, lazy nap.
“Hmm…”
On second thought, this method seemed feasible.
The group leader and other members probably wouldn’t care. Once there was an opportunity, she would ask the group leader.
If he agreed, Night Star would invite Mo Rabbit to get a fluffy bed for the theater, which would be fantastic!
Then she could cuddle with the other girls in the group on the bed.
“Hehe~”
With a happy mood, Night Star sank into her dreams, her breathing was smooth, indicating she had good quality sleep.
Unknown how much time passed.
Something odd happened in the theater.
All the troupe members felt it.
The strange aura came from behind the curtain, where the observer was backstage.
The Gentleman and Fraudster stepped out of the shadows; the Playwright who was reading and Lianhua, who took a rest, also stood up as if preparing to investigate behind the scenes.
Moreover, an adorable black-haired figure suddenly appeared in the theater. It was the Announcer, who sensed the anomaly in the theater.
This was her theater, and she had high permissions, understanding who would appear and who shouldn’t.
Enemies capable of invading the theater were not uncommon, so extra vigilance was required.
Similarly, the Announcer wanted to find out the source of the strange aura.
At this moment, the Group Leader’s voice stopped them.
“Never mind, let the observer rest. That sudden aura won’t harm her.”
Hearing this, the Gentleman and Fraudster hesitated but believed the Group Leader’s words before retreating back into the shadows.
The Announcer remained silent, seemingly pondering some information in her mind.
“So it is that way.”
After knowing the truth, her figure quickly vanished from the theater.
Book Yao and Lianhua were slightly puzzled and did not put aside their concerns over Night Star due to the Group Leader’s assurance.
This sudden aura they had never encountered, completely unfamiliar. Clearly, it wasn’t anyone or anything within the troupe.
What exactly was happening?
In response, the Group Leader merely uttered a few words to calm them down.
“The makeup artist has revived.”
Book Yao and Lianhua abandoned their idea of going backstage and resumed their activities.
They knew who the makeup artist was.
In Night Star’s recounting, it was a first-generation member of the Rising Sun Theater Group, a character who once died.
But why did she suddenly revive now?
They could not figure it out.
However, one thing was certain.
This might be a miracle brought by the observer.
Meanwhile.
Behind the scenes.
A black feather slowly emerged from a portrait and floated down, eventually materializing into a distinct figure.
A cherry-white-haired figure stood on the floor, then opened its eyes to observe the surroundings.
She approached Night Star, who was fast asleep, making no sound and kneeling beside her, quietly watching her face.
This person was the troupe’s earliest loyal audience member and current troupe member—the Observer.
She returned to that sorrowful history and the bonds left by the first generation troupe members, creating the possibility for Star Eclipses, the makeup artist, to revive.
This was a miracle, more incredible than any magic.
“Thank you.”
Seemingly hearing someone express gratitude, Night Star murmured in her sleep, slumbering more deeply.
The makeup artist knelt beside Night Star, guarding her until she woke up.
…
Daybreak came.
Night Star and Night Lan shared empathy, sensing the change in the outside light, and slowly opened their eyes.
She hadn’t fully awakened yet, her spirit a bit dazed, getting ready to leave the theater with Night Lan for a wash-up.
But at this moment, a sudden voice beside her made her instantly alert.
“Good morning, Observer.”
Night Star sat up abruptly in bed!
“Whoa! Who is it?!”
Night Star rolled and crawled to the other side, starting to shudder.
Though waking up not quite steady, she clearly remembered that the voice just now didn’t belong to anyone currently in the troupe.
Whether it was Book Yao, Lianhua, Kong Yu Bai, or even Mo Rabbit, none of their voices matched.
Could it be an intruder?!
Night Star suddenly became tense.
At this moment, the figure kneeling on the ground spoke again: “Do I need to reintroduce myself? My name is Night Sakura Mirror, the exclusive makeup artist of the Rising Sun Theater Group, responsible for applying facial makeup to performers before they go on stage. Do you remember now?”
Hearing this, Night Star froze momentarily and finally saw the person’s appearance under the faint light.
A beautiful young girl with cherry-white hair—it was clearly the makeup artist she remembered!
“Why… Am I dreaming?”
Night Star skeptically pinched her cheek, actually feeling the real pain.
“It hurts!”
This proved that what she saw now was not a dream but reality.
Later, Night Star swiftly stood up and walked over to the makeup artist, looking left and right and even poking and squeezing, confirming her existence!
“My God…”
Night Star looked at the makeup artist in utter shock, completely stunned.
To this, the makeup artist replied: “I am the combination of Night Sakura Mirror and [Mirror Image]. As you can see, I’ve revived. In the miracle you created, I exist in another form. Reuniting with you again is truly touching. If possible, would it be okay for me to apply your makeup again?”
Hearing this, a thin layer of water mist filled Night Star’s vision, blurring everything.
She immediately hugged the makeup artist, sobbing loudly.
“Waaah! Not a dream, it’s really wonderful!”
“Ah… of course not a dream. I’m glad you’re crying for real.”
Under the miracle brought by Night Star, a member of the troupe who had been dormant for a long time successfully revived.
Perhaps this was the end of the story.
Volume 8 Unexpectedly!
