Clarence smiled and shrugged.

Sabrina added, “I’ve seen the Recreation Company from a hundred years ago, and the Heloya Company from over sixty years ago. The performances of those companies were already quite good.”

Clarence looked at the actors jumping around on stage, spread his arms slightly, and said listlessly, "I have absolutely no interest in stories written by others. Think about it, isn't it rather boring to have someone behind all this, telling you when to be sad and when to laugh with this so-called plot?"

Sabrina looked at him with an expression that said, "You're hopeless," and said, "I've known you for over 70 years. You're just a simple tragicomic."

"Life is a play, beginning with our own cries and ending with the cries of others. Laughter and joy are merely insignificant intermissions; tragedy is our destiny. But for me..." Clarence looked at the joys and sorrows behind the stage makeup, leaning back in his chair: "What interests me more is people's most genuine reactions to fate. For example, if you create the most desperate adversity for a person of high moral character, will they slide into an abyss because of hatred and desire?"

Sabrina looked disgusted: "That kind of thinking will ruin you sooner or later."

Clarence shook his head and changed the subject: "Look at these guards and spectators tonight, don't you see anything?"

Sabrina looked around: "It doesn't seem any different."

Clarence's tone sounded somewhat irritating: "While the number of guards hasn't changed, the number of 'Successors' has decreased. Also, most of the officers from the kingdom's military department in the audience are absent. So, what does all this signify?"

"You should know that I hate riddles the most! Just tell me the answer!"

“The Knights of Twilight should have left the kingdom.” Clarence looked at the play on the stage, which was nearing its end, and said with a smile, “Next, we need to think of a way to arrange a ‘secret meeting’ between me and King Twilight.”