Chapter 180: Sea of Roses

"Clang!"

If beauty could be considered a weapon, then Janna, who had already attained [Most Charming Witch], was no less than a transcendent weapon on par with an “alchemical cannon” compared to ordinary people.

Thus, when Janna once again exposed her face to everyone’s sight, even Shuka Berg, the male lead who had been rehearsing daily with her during this period, experienced a loss of composure—his brain flooded with blood, and his heart struck violently like a deer crashing into it.

So much so that even the prop sword in his hand slipped and fell to the ground.

And it wasn’t just the male actors—female actors like Liji Silks, Freya, and Hill also felt a dry mouth and rapid heartbeat when facing Janna.

It was as if they were no longer facing a human being, but a succubus from the abyss.

"Dear guests, the story of Song of the Ocean has come to an end. Thank you for your love and support, thank you—"

"Let’s go, dear Director David, it’s time to take our curtain call."

Hearing Julie Anne’s voice begin the official thanks, Janna, whose expression had already returned to calm, smiled as she invited David Berg to head toward the stage.

"Al—alright! Then let’s not just stand around, everyone get on stage and bow!"

Shaking his head and forcing himself not to look at Janna, David Berg, having regained his composure, called out to a few dazed actors around him and headed toward the stage.

"Next, let us welcome Director David Berg of Song of the Ocean, along with the entire cast and crew, to take their final bow—"

As Julie Anne finished speaking, the deep crimson curtain slowly opened.

Even now, the applause from the audience showed no signs of stopping. Several people were still shouting Janna’s name at the top of their lungs.

"Did any of you feel that Janna seems different compared to before?"

Hearing Maro Heigel’s words, Richard Eva couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

If Janna was usually a bright star shining in the night, then at this very moment, she was more like the one and only full moon in the sky—utterly captivating.

"I don’t think there’s much of a difference."

Gazing longingly at Janna as she stepped to the front of the stage, Soro Flare didn’t feel she was any different than usual.

After all, in his eyes, Janna had always been a one-of-a-kind presence—unparalleled by anyone.

"I feel the same as usual. It’s just the difference between wearing makeup and not."

Sharing Soro Flare’s sentiment, Vivian Rose also felt there wasn’t much difference in the way Janna made her feel.

Although she had to admit that Olivia’s styling made Janna look irresistibly enchanting, Vivian still preferred Janna’s usual bare-faced appearance without makeup.

"The flower presentation is starting. Did anyone prepare flowers in advance?"

Upon Richard Eva’s reminder, Soro Flare smiled with great confidence.

"Of course I did—"

"Thank you to Mr. Soro Flare for presenting Miss Janna Roland with one thousand roses!"

Hearing Julie Anne’s announcement from the stage, Richard Eva raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Didn’t expect you to be this prepared—"

"Thank you to Mr. Maro Heigel for presenting Miss Janna Roland with one thousand and one roses!"

Before Richard Eva could finish his compliment, a second announcement from Julie Anne rang out from the stage.

"Sorry, Senior Soro, looks like I gave just one more rose than you."

At those words, the smile on Soro Flare’s face froze for a moment. Then he turned his head and squinted at Maro Heigel, who stood a few people away, his smile cold and forced.

"Well done, junior."

"Much obliged—"

Seeing Soro Flare’s expression of lovesick defeat, Maro Heigel merely shrugged and smiled nonchalantly.

"Thank you to Miss Vivian Rose for presenting Miss Janna Roland with a sea of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses!"

As Julie Anne shouted this final acknowledgment, nearly losing her composure, a torrent of roses cascaded from above the stage like a crimson waterfall, falling unreservedly before Janna.

Witnessing this, both Soro Flare and Maro Heigel, who were just moments ago quietly competing, now felt like absolute jokes. Not only had they lost face, they had become mere supporting characters to highlight Vivian Rose.

"You extravagant fools."

Looking at the towering “mountain of roses” before her, Janna forcibly maintained a grateful smile using her Exceptional Memory and Muscle Control talents, all while inwardly wincing at the toll this spectacle must have taken on their wallets.

Each rose cost one Silver Surrel.

Vivian’s sea of roses alone was worth nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Silver Surrel—which was nearly a thousand Gold Surrel.

Perhaps it was Vivian’s flamboyant display of wealth that ignited the entire theatre.

Even though Julie Anne continued reading a long list of thank-yous, no one could overshadow the spectacle of Vivian’s “nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses.”

Because of that, those who had already presented flowers began to increase their offerings; those who hadn’t planned to were now rushing to buy flowers and throw them toward the stage.

Seeing the audience completely enthralled, both Klan Roland, who had never seen such a scene, and Anna Moonshadow, a veteran of the opera world, looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"This moment should be properly recorded with an Image Stone—who knows if we’ll ever see a scene like this again!"

"We will—so long as you can keep her, you won’t have to worry about such chances."

At her words, Klan Roland once again followed Anna Moonshadow’s gaze, looking toward that dazzling figure on stage who drew every eye.

As Anna Moonshadow said, after today, Janna would be the most popular opera actress in all of Turin.

Even Anna herself could no longer compare.

It might sound cruel, but the reason Song of the Ocean had become such a massive success wasn’t just due to David Berg’s revisions aligning with current market trends—Janna’s personal charm had utterly eclipsed the rest of the cast.

So much so that when combining the popularity of the other actors, they still couldn’t match a fraction of Janna’s.

The sheer number of roses on stage said it all—

"If only I could get a share of the money spent on those flowers—"

Looking at the mountain of roses piled before Janna, Liji Silks’ eyes nearly popped out of her head with envy...

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