After Xiangzi died, I inherited her harem.

Even though he already knew in his heart that secretly dragging his partner down was inevitable, he still couldn't help but feel a little bitter when the moment came.

"...Yes, I'll do my best."

Hatsune nodded somewhat reluctantly to Hachiman Kairin and then entered the dressing room.

Shortly after the door to the dressing room assigned to Sumimi was closed, the dressing room assigned to Ave Mujica was quietly opened in the adjacent room.

Having changed into her Ave Mujica performance costume, Shoko Toyokawa, wearing a mask symbolizing her Oblivionis identity, stood behind the door frame, her amber eyes looking at her fiancé.

And there was Hachiman Kairin, who stood closely behind her fiancé, her chest almost touching Toyokawa Yuu's shoulder.

"Yuyu, Timoris, come in. Amoris and I have finished our makeup."

"Then I'll take my leave too. I still need to keep an eye on Mana and Hatsuka."

Seeing Toyokawa Shoko come out to call for help, Sumimi's manager took the opportunity to say goodbye and returned to the dressing room that had been arranged for Sumimi.

"It's been a while since I've seen you with your makeup done like this. It really makes me miss you, Oblivionis."

Following Toyokawa Shoko into the dressing room, Toyokawa Yuu bent down slightly, her voice carrying a hint of teasing...and nostalgia.

He carefully examined his fiancée, who was already fully engaged, and a hint of nostalgia even flashed in his eyes.

Although, when they gather in the office on weekdays, Yuu Toyokawa asks everyone to change into Ave Mujica uniforms to maintain a sense of readiness.

However, during regular rehearsals, we don't usually spend this much time preparing our makeup as we do now.

Who knows when Ave Mujica will be able to perform together again...

There's still no clue about what's going on with Mutsu; they still can't find any leverage that can really get them to take down Minami Mori or Toyokawa Sadaharu.

“You never used to flatter me like this. I remember when we first met you criticized my fashion design skills.”

She rolled her eyes at her fiancé's somewhat frivolous behavior, but Toyokawa Shoko did not readily accept Toyokawa Yuu's compliments. Instead, she was still somewhat bothered by the evaluation he had given her when they first met.

However, Toyokawa Shoko did not simply push her fiancé away.

Instead, she crossed her legs slightly and bent them, gently lifting the hem of her skirt, performing a dignified curtsy, a gesture that girls from prominent families were taught to do.

...This wasn't to please Yuu, it was just for Timoris's benefit. Luckily, I didn't design anything like a skirt for her outfit.

"So now, can you change your evaluation?"

"I have no intention of changing my opinion. What I objected to in the first place was Timoris's bottoms and your mask design."

Looking at his fiancée putting on an act in front of him, Toyokawa Yuu was completely unmoved.

He knew Toyokawa Shoko all too well; there was no way Toyokawa Yuu would praise her and give her the opportunity to push her luck.

"Judging from your appearance, I shouldn't need to worry about your performance on stage later... How is Amoris's preparation? Are you feeling nervous?"

"I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous... Ah, Mr. Agent, I'm not nervous at all."

Yutenji Wakana, who was repeatedly reciting the mantra, was called upon by Toyokawa Yuu. She subconsciously paused for a moment before nodding to the band's manager.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous. To put it more seriously, tonight's show could even determine how Ave Mujica fared for a while afterward.

Yutenji Wakami did not want the galactic battleship to sink because of her.

Others might be able to swim to the other side, but she was tied to this wrecked boat.

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Even if we mess up tonight, I'll think of other ways... Alright, it's almost time. Xiangzi and Amoris, go get ready to go on stage. I'll be watching you backstage."

After seeing Shoko Toyokawa and Wakana Yutenji out of the dressing room, Yuu Toyokawa was about to sit down when she felt a slight vibration from her cell phone in her pocket.

Upon taking out her phone, Toyokawa Yuu, who had appeared calm and collected while comforting her companion, suddenly frowned.

Mana: [Mr. Yuyu, please be careful; there might be something supernatural on tonight's program.]

If it were a message from someone else, Toyokawa Yuu might not care at all, but if it were Junta Mana...

Even if she tried to convince herself that this was just overthinking, the popular idol's behavior showed qualities that an idol should possess, which made Toyokawa Yuu have to pay attention to her judgment at work.

Perhaps this sounds a bit like belittling my own band members, but in Toyokawa Yuu’s opinion, Hatsune Miku and Junta Mana are indeed far inferior in this respect.

Just as she was pondering where things might go wrong, Toyokawa Yuu suddenly froze.

A pair of fair fingers quietly wrapped around his head from behind.

His thumbs were pressed against his temples, while his index fingers gently massaged his brow, as if trying to smooth out the furrowed brow.

"Mr. Youyu, what happened? Your expression just now seemed a bit off."