"No!!!"
It seemed like they heard someone shouting.
Heisenberg and Joseph stood up simultaneously.
Then, it was as if they had misheard.
The shout did not seem to come from afar, but from behind them.
The sudden flash of white light seemed to have made the crew miss some important moment, causing the assembled artists to stomp and shout in frustration.
It was Palon who stood up to calm the crowd, suggesting another take.
Joseph then said to Heisenberg, "Who do you think won?"
"On a rainy night like this, it'd be better to go home early and sleep."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
When the white light lit up, Heisenberg seemed certain of the outcome.
What was left was merely a matter of time.
"But I still want to sit for a while longer."
"If I were you, I'd think about which route would get me out of the Royal Capital faster."
"I'll return those words to you as well."
Once again, the two of them sat down together.
The rain seemed to be letting up.
