After breaking up, my ex asked me to win her back-Chapter 208 - 207 It’s All Trivial Matters Now

From the very beginning, when Kohinata Motoyo invited Ayakoji Chiyoko and herself to join the play, the direction of the story became a bit incomprehensible.

Although she claimed it was to help Kagura Hikaru and Ayakoji Chiyoko break up amicably, Kagura Hikaru had accepted her reasoning and plan.

But, regarding this sudden offer of help, Kagura Hikaru was naturally somewhat wary.

People are inherently skeptical about free things, especially young people who have seen all sorts of scams in modern times.

Indeed, it was usual for Kohinata Motoyo to extend a helping hand to those in trouble without asking for anything in return. It was her routine.

That’s why Kagura Hikaru didn’t harbor too many doubts.

The goodness of Kohinata Motoyo was genuine, as could be guaranteed by Kagura Hikaru, who had known her for over three years—even Kiryu Hina, who had been hurt by her, would admit that.

Aside from the infidelity, she hadn’t committed any evildoing, not even daring to step on an ant.

Today, perhaps, was the second time Kagura Hikaru witnessed Kohinata Motoyo’s deceit.

The last time she deceived someone was when they dated behind Kiryu Hina’s back. Now, she was helping Kiryu Hina deceive him.

Could this be considered a cycle of retribution?

"It’s almost your turn, Classmate Kagura. Get ready," Takeuchi Momo Department Head, who was being helped out of her costume by other club members, reminded him.

Kagura Hikaru nodded at her, then glanced at Ayakoji Chiyoko, took a few steps forward, climbed the stairs to the stage, and stood behind the curtain, waiting.

Kiryu Hina was indeed on stage. The Christine she portrayed was alone in a room, lighting candles and offering prayers, singing, asking for the Music Angel to descend.

In the white light, her gown and jewelry reflected a fluorescent sheen, illuminating her refined and graceful face.

"My father once spoke of an angel, and I’ve always dreamed he would appear. I know he’s here. In this room... he softly calls to me... somewhere here... he teaches me music, guides me where I falter... he’s the Music Angel sent from heaven. Angel, angel... please don’t hide any longer, mysterious and strange angel, reveal your true self to me."

"So arrogant! This man, who seeks nothing but fashion, wallows in your glory. You bold and foolish suitor, dare to share in my success!"

A deep male voice resonated from somewhere, replying to her in a singing manner as well.

The stage lights slowly dimmed, and the background music became disquieting and dark.

Christine looked up anxiously, her body trembling slightly: "Angel, I can hear you. Stay by my side, lead me."

"You flattering child, you shall know me, learn why I dwell in darkness."

A spotlight fell on a life-sized mirror on the stage.

In it, a blurry figure wearing a black mask was reflected.

The audience let out a quiet gasp.

For there clearly was nothing in front of or behind the mirror, yet the mirror itself was glowing, projecting a figure.

Let’s reveal the secret—it was an OLED display with excellent viewing angles, also kindly provided by Kohinata Motoyo as a prop. The wiring was hidden beneath the carpet, making it very difficult to notice.

In the real world, some magicians use video screens to perform tricks.

And The Phantom of the Opera also happens to be an exceptional magician as part of the story.

But the Christine in the play was obviously unaware of the mirror’s truth, surprised and terrified. However, her trust in the angel still led her to step by step approach the mirror.

Just as the mirror was about to reflect her face—though it actually couldn’t since it was a screen—the stage lights suddenly went out completely, and Christine screamed.

The next second, the lights came back on, but the figure of the strange person had disappeared from the life-sized mirror.

In its place stood the real Phantom of the Opera in front of Christine.

He was one meter eighty tall, dressed in a black coat, with formal dark clothing underneath. His face was covered by a black mask that hid three-quarters of his features, revealing only a patch of skin that was slightly pale with dark circles under the eyes, giving him a dark, vampire-like presence.

In fact, his entire black attire and overcoat made him look rather like a giant bat.

But instead of panicking, Christine gradually calmed down, her eyes transfixed on The Phantom of the Opera as if entranced, she slowly spoke, "Am I dreaming? I have found him... The Phantom of the Opera is here... In my heart, the Music Angel is the Phantom of the Opera."

"Come to my side, my child, and I shall show you my glory."

The Phantom of the Opera slowly extended his hand clad in a deerskin glove, inviting her.

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And Christine slowly raised her own hand, placing it in the Phantom’s.

The Phantom led her, moving slowly out of the spotlight and into the darkness.

At the same time, the stage curtain dropped, closing the first act of the play.

It was only then that the audience reacted, rising to their feet in applause, commending not only the Drama Club’s set design but also the actors’ brilliant performances.

"In ten minutes, the next act will commence, please wait patiently," the person who just recited lines announced over the PA system.

Exclamations such as ’Don’t leave it on a cliffhanger!’ and ’Let me keep watching!’ rose from the audience, but clearly, they had no choice but to endure the ten-minute wait.

With the stage lights now brightly lit and the curtain down, members of the Drama Club surged from backstage, busily moving set pieces and arranging the new scenery.

Kagura Hikaru’s hand separated from Kiryu Hina’s as he walked towards the backstage, but she grabbed him again, this time firmly.

"Do you really not want to talk to me?"

"..."

"Mister Hikaru, I’ve made many mistakes. You can ask me to apologize as much as you want, but please don’t ignore me, alright?"

".....Was it Suse who sent you?"

"Yes."

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"..."

"If you don’t want to say, then let go."

Kagura Hikaru tugged at his hand once without success. On the second attempt, he pulled harder and finally withdrew his hand from Kiryu Hina’s grasp, then walked towards the backstage without looking back.

At the entrance to the backstage, Ayakoji Chiyoko, dressed as Raoul, stood waiting for him, her gaze flicking to Kiryu Hina, her eyes narrowing.

"What did she say to you?" Chiyoko asked as soon as Kagura Hikaru approached.

Kagura Hikaru shook his head: "Nothing, just some nonsense."

"You still have to tell me, word for word," Ayakoji Chiyoko commanded, gripping his arm firmly.

Kagura Hikaru looked at her with a slight surprise.

Realizing that she had become somewhat emotional, Ayakoji Chiyoko’s expression softened slightly, "Sorry. After all, she’s Kiryu Hina. I need to know what kind of scheme she’s cooking up this time. Especially now, when she’s seemingly in cahoots with Kohinata Suse."

".....It’s fine, she can’t affect us."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

Because from the very beginning, his opinion of Ayakoji Chiyoko had never changed.

And it wouldn’t change in the future.

No matter what Kiryu Hina said or did, it wouldn’t sway Kagura Hikaru’s decision.

"That’s good to hear," Chiyoko said with a relieved smile, intertwining her fingers with Kagura Hikaru’s and pulling him offstage.

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What expression Kiryu Hina had, watching them from behind, Kagura Hikaru did not know at that moment.

Did she feel sympathy for them?

Or did she regret making everything turn out this way?

Either way, it had become an irrelevant matter.