The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 800

So, with the assistance of the butterfly, a new evening hobby was born. In the theatre of the illusionary city, just below the window of the library tower, everyone gathered to watch a live action play, based on one of the many books that had been brought into the illusionary space.

The butterfly turned out to be just as voracious of a reader as Remi was, but it had a distinct advantage. It was aware of what happened in its illusion, so when it made an illusionary clone of a person, it could have that illusion read various books to prepare for the evening’s show, or even just teach the butterfly a bit more about the world in general.

The lead actor of the show looked out at the crowd and bowed.

"For tonight’s presentation, we have a classic saga, Hans and Greta."

The man’s deep voice boomed through the space, and Karl had to do his best not to laugh. He had noticed that book earlier, when the workers were bringing it in, and it was most definitely a children’s storybook, complete with pictures.

Perhaps that was why the butterfly chose it first? Because it had an idea what the cast should look like?

The backdrop of the auditorium changed to a dark and misty forest, where two young demon children were being led along a path by their parents. The couple ditched the kids in the woods then went home to a swingers party, and Karl began to suspect that the butterfly’s mind had been corrupted by age inappropriate reading material.

But Remi disagreed. She had already read this one, and the Demonic version of children’s tales were much different than human children’s stories.

The children were discovered by a benevolent witch with a grudge against their parents, who trained them to be assassins and take vengeance on the couple who abandoned them.

Parents who were brutally murdered at the end of the show.

The moral seemed to be to guide your children well, or someone else will raise them to their own ends.

The Demons in the room were all cheering as the final scene of Greta throwing her parents’ corpses into a pool of magical magma ended, and the actors came out to take a bow.

"That was absolutely incredible. I’ve never seen a show that good before. How does this place do that?" One of the cooks asked, and Karl realized that he didn’t know any of their names.

They were... One, Two and Three? That couldn’t be right.

"Do you mind if I ask about your names?" Karl replied curiously.

The head Chef, conveniently named One, sighed and shrugged. "We were sold by our parents to the owner of the Abalone Casino as children to pay off a debt. The owner renamed us, and when the System granted us classes, they stuck. At Ascended, we petitioned the city to have the debt discharged, and the City Governor agreed that we had paid long enough. But the names won’t change, no matter how we try to give each other nicknames."

The demon known as Two smoothed the white hair between her curled horns. "It’s convenient sometimes, though. People think that it’s a disguise skill, and nobody wants to anger a potential assassin."

Karl smiled as he remembered that when his System was only partially activated, when he disabled the display, it would turn off the visibility of his name to others as well. That had caused a lot of suspicion that he was an infiltration type class.

This one was a military docudrama, and the special effects that could be made by a Glasswing Illusionary Butterfly were better than anything Karl had seen on television at home. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}