[Phantom of the Opera] In Praise of Iris

Before actually walking into the opera house, Irene thought of many possibilities and made as much preparation as possible for this.When Mrs. Carlota, the former principal soprano of the opera house who was revived by people because of the disappearance of Miss Christine, was crushed to the ground by the heavy curtain during the singing, Irene had already begun to think about how to deal with her mentor's attack. Questioned, persecuted and even imprisoned.

"Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock..."

Mr. Raphael has really aged really fast these years, it seems that the mentor must have caused him a lot of trouble... I just don't know if the two new theater managers will also take over the theater ahead of time...

"Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock..."

And Winnie, that girl has become Mrs. Carlotta's most trusted maid, but Mrs. Carlotta still looks so proud. Some time ago, Christine was on stage, and she was having a hard time...

"Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock..."

It seems that the tutor has been immersed in the ocean of music again recently...

"Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock..."

The seemingly inadvertent knocking quietly changed the frequency, and Irene concentrated so as not to miss any weak reply, but there was always silence in the empty corridor.At this moment, the sensitive hearing took away the last bit of strength to maintain the delusion.

At this time, she especially hoped that the gorgeous bunch of heather would bloom for herself.

The persevering as if endless knocking finally stopped, the girl leaned her whole body on the ornately decorated pillar, her knuckles tightly wrapped in white gauze gloves rubbed against the ornamentation of the pillar and slumped, looking a bit Pitiful.

"It can't be... it's been forgotten..."

In the desperate situation you thought, reality always has the ability to hit you harder.

In fact, the term "forgotten" is euphemistic enough, and Irene seemed to think easily: If Philip were to say it, it would probably be more likely to be "abandoned".

Abandonment... Isn't the degree of sorrow second only to betrayal?

Ever since she became Miss Alice, she has rarely had the time to pay attention to similar emotions... The girl savored the chill soaked from the marrow of her bones, and did not melt her lips until she was sure that it had been firmly engraved into her memory. An aristocratic smile with stiff horns.

"Sister Alice, why are you and your brother here?" At dusk, Viscount Shani, who had arrived at the opera house earlier, finally finished dealing with the theater executives who thought he was valued by Shani's family, and hurried back to Xia Ni. The house purchased by the Ni family in Paris.

"Who told you to leave a message to the maid and come to Paris alone - I heard that you were going to rescue Miss Christine in person, Philip and I were worried, so we had to follow. Just right, I have a few old friends here who can drop by." Irene was not in the mood to chat with Lord Viscount for the time being, and began to urge after a few perfunctory sentences, "Hurry up and change into a dress, and wear casual clothes to attend the theater executive specially organized for us The dinner party was too rude."

"I thought it would be rude enough to lose the hottest new star in the theater when the investors had just injected capital!" Mentioning his childhood sweetheart, the young Viscount suddenly had a gloomy expression.

"Calm down, Raul, you should know that the managers don't want any accidents to happen to Christine." Irene froze for a moment, collected her emotions, and turned her head to look seriously at Viscount Shani's blue eyes. , the gentle voice temporarily soothed the anxious mood of the young man.

"Sorry, Alice, I've been a little impatient lately."

"It's okay, Raul, I think you can relax a little... Maybe the ghost is just too obsessed with Miss Christine's singing." When she said this, Miss Alice's smile was a bit misty, but unfortunately the only one present Witnesses were still immersed in the anxiety and grief of the disappearance of their lovers, and did not pay attention at all.

When Miss Alice sincerely intends to comfort someone, few people can remain depressed, including the young Viscount Shani.When the theater manager, Mr. Raphael, announced the start of the dinner, Raul was already the viscount who was as dazzling as the sun god Apollo.

"Will you miss me? When I was exiled from time. Tonight, the starry sky bid farewell to the cool fireflies and fell into endless silence. Is it also mourning what I missed?"

"I have listened to your heart countless times and lost myself in your magnificent talent. The years have silently frozen the memory, but the supreme chant is still stirring in my soul... When I look back frequently at the edge of the gone years , trying to make eye contact with you, my dear mentor, do you miss me occasionally?"

"I still remember that white mask that appeared in a flash, elegant, mysterious and rare gentle. Although in the charming pastoral scenery of the Loire Valley, it also turned into a faint silhouette in Miss Alice's heart. But When I searched for this place from afar, your figure, together with the soul-cleaning song, has once again filled my barren heart."

After many years, the girl's footsteps finally visited the prayer room of Jiri's house again.The bright silver candlesticks are worn out by time, and the dim candlelight reflects the mottled angel paintings on the glass windows, showing a kind of long-lasting tenderness and loneliness.

"My dear tutor, look, your bad student has decided to accept the punishment she deserves... Have you really decided not to spoil her anymore?" The last part of the libretto was so vague that only you could hear it .

The girl sits behind the black and white portrait and whispers or sings softly, ignoring the large blank space in the middle where no one responds.The shadow of the portrait weighed heavily on her, covering her expression.Everything seems to be back to the original point...

"Okay, brave girl, thank you for your singing." Mrs. Geary looked more majestic than before, she clapped her hands, and looked over sharply, her expression implied warning, "But you should go back to the dinner party, Miss Alice?" Meg followed behind her mother, staring unfriendlyly at the unexpected visitor who appeared in her home.

"Well, Mrs. Geary. Please don't blame Alice, and Miss Meg, don't mind. As a matter of fact, I only heard that the ghost of the theater loves the singing of girls - and you heard it too, Alice has a very beautiful voice .I think, let her sing at the place where Christine summoned the 'Music Angel', maybe it can attract the ghost, let me...we take this opportunity to rescue Miss Christine." Viscount Shani ran from the shadows in the corner in time Come out and explain to my sister.The young man had a familiar smile on his face, or a trace of anxiety similar to that of Jiri's mother and daughter, because of his little lover Christine.

"It's a pity that it turns out that the ghost probably only loves Miss Christine's singing." Irene stood up lazily, with a layer of regret floating in her clear green eyes, and her long hair was the same color as that of Viscount Shani. It is loosely coiled in the hat, and occasionally a few strands of hair playfully hang down from the wide brim of the hat, which does not detract from the girl's lazy and charming style in the slightest.

"Raul, I remember that I warned you more than once, don't try to deceive the ghost!" Meg's tone was not very polite, but the concern in her eyes could not be mistaken.Irene even noticed that even Mrs. Geary quietly softened her face—up to now, Miss Alice had to admit that she had become the only strange guest among the four.

"And you, Miss Alice! You better understand that the ghost doesn't care whether the girl it looks at is noble or not!" Irene hasn't figured out what attitude she should take to get along with her former friends. Greg had already warned her in a harsh tone.

"I know, Miss Meg." Irene's lips curled into a sly smile, "Of course, thank you for the reminder. Although Raul has probably made up his mind to rescue Miss Christine himself. Tsk, it's really shocking." Inspiring chivalry."

"Alice..." Raul's ears turned slightly red. Although he had long been used to his sister's inconsistencies, the boy was always a little more shy in front of his lover's relatives and friends.

"Okay, Raul, since the ghost is not interested in me, then we really should go back to the dinner party." Irene winked at Raul playfully, "You can't bear to let Philip deal with the enthusiastic gentlemen alone Ladies."

"Raul, it may have left here." Meg suddenly gritted her teeth and whispered before Viscount Shani bid farewell reasonably.

"It?" Raul was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, "Why?"

"I don't know." Meg paused, then took a deep look at Irene before continuing, "But there has been no news of the Phantom of the Opera in the theater since a week ago, and the ones after that are just Hype by theater managers."

"Then Miss Christine?" Irene answered casually, as if out of polite concern.

"Christine disappeared about three days ago, but the theater executives have been hiding it until now out of certain considerations." Meg quickly explained, "And, we even speculate that the ghost is also looking for Christine, because Not long ago, Phantom sent a letter to Manager Raphael, asking frantically to arrange for Christine's performance."

"Damn it, I will never let the ghost have a chance to hurt little Lottie!" the young Viscount swore angrily.

"If you're telling the truth, then this is undoubtedly breaking news. Maybe those weekly gossip magazines should laugh." Ignoring her brother's anger, Miss Alice joked lazily, but the next second her expression was already serious , "Then, Miss Meg, please tell me, where do you finally come to the conclusion that we should go to find Christine?"

"I don't know..." Meg couldn't help taking a step back under the gaze of the Xia Ni brothers and sisters. "Perhaps, it should be related to art."

"Well, thanks for the reminder, dear Miss Meg." After achieving her goal, Miss Alice did not hesitate to show her kindness to the humble backup dancer, "Then, let's join the lively dinner together now, I guess Philip must wait Anxious."

Meg was dazzled by Miss Alice's overly sincere smile, but when she came to her senses, she found that her hand had been firmly grasped by Miss Alice's smooth and delicate fingers.The stubborn girl suddenly extinguished the anger in her chest—she realized belatedly that although Miss Alice pressed on every step during the conversation just now, making herself powerless to fight back, in those clear green eyes But he did not hide the embarrassing contempt that upper class people used to treat showgirls.

Perhaps, Miss Alice is still a nobleman who is not annoying.Before agreeing to a dance with some young male, Meg Gilly, the little ballet princess thought secretly.

"Alice, I think..." On the other end, the young Viscount hesitated for a while before opening his mouth cautiously.

"Well, Raul, you can go anywhere, but you must let me or Philip go with you." Although she is a younger sister, Irene admits that she often plays the role of an older sister in front of Raul.For example, now, she reported a series of place names one after another, and then asked firmly: "Tell me, Raul, where are you going to take me?"

"Let's go... to Provence. Christine has only been missing for three days, so she won't go too far." I have to say that under the joint protection of Philip and Irene, Raul is far more naive than the original Viscount Chaney, Even lying is not fluent enough.

"It's up to you, Raul." Irene knew that Christine had already cried to her lover about the "angel"'s approaching every step of the way, and she even roughly guessed what happened to the plan of the little boy and girl to escape from the ghost. Unexpectedly, but compared to looking for it without a clue, the proposal of the half-informed Raul is obviously more reliable.

However, when the fragrance of lavender lingered at the tip of her nose, Irene finally realized very clearly that things had turned to another unknown road.

The author has something to say: So, the agreed-upon Phantom-sama will be delayed by another chapter... By the way, will someone not accept the author's novelty?