The simple drama filmed in the street square of St. Soniel was playing on Gawain's desk, repeating for the second time.
Amber blinked as she watched the farcical drama projected from the crystals, her amber eyes filled with interest.
Throughout the entire playback, spanning over ten minutes, Gawain hadn't uttered a word—the gaze from his eyes never left the ancient magical device on the desk.
The silence of His Majesty the Emperor and the solemn atmosphere around made the young playwright from Balon extremely nervous. He had long stopped narrating his own story, now only nervously waiting in silence, as if not presenting his proud creation, but awaiting a judgment.
The turbulent thoughts in Gawain's heart gradually calmed down at this moment.
This was a film adapted to the Magic Web Terminal, the prototype of a movie, something he had once envisioned but hadn't had the chance to realize until now.
