Evelyn carefully watched a line of people entering a large building while pretending to browse the wares of a nearby storefront in the second layer of Miris City where the Miris Sect's headquarters were located.
Starting today and for the next week, a famous troupe of entertainers were putting on a show within the largest venue in the city.
Of course, only those that held a certain level of status could attend the performances. At the very least one would need to be able to enter Miris City's second layer which was only below the Sect's Headquarters in terms of exclusivity. Though the price of the tickets and where one would be seated were other factors limiting who could come to view the show.
As for Evelyn, she had no interest in whatever production was being put on. The only reason she was here was because she had learned that one of her targets was going to be among the audience today.
'Uriah hasn't shown up yet, but it could be that he is just not here yet, or perhaps there is another entrance that he used.'
Evelyn was growing a bit impatient waiting for her target, and the assistance that Lucia was supposed to provide her with.
When she had first told the rest of her companions that she was going after Uriah, they had attempted to stop her. Apparently, all of them thought that she might do something rash.
Once she convinced them that she just wanted to do some reconnaissance and perhaps orchestrate a small encounter, they had agreed to let her proceed. Though Lucia had been very adamant that she stick to the plan they had come up with together.
"Ah, its finally arrived."
Seeing another flying message coming her way, Evelyn grabbed it out of the air as it floated in front of her.
This was what she had been waiting for from Lucia.
Naturally Evelyn did not have a ticket to enter the venue and breaking in would have been too dangerous as far as her companions were concerned.
She had attempted to purchase a ticket, but they were already sold out and there was really nothing she could do on her own. Her falsified status as a first-class citizen of the Usturg Federation only went so far in the Miris Sect. She could not count on it to pressure the staff into giving her a seat.
"P-please, give me just a moment to authenticate the authenticity of this crest."
The receptionist frantically searched for a magic tool used to identify the insignias of the members of the Miris Sect.
She already recognized Vivienne's since she was the second most important person in the entire Sect, but it was imperative that she made sure that it was real before anything else.
"I-it, a-appears, that this is indeed a genuine letter sealed with Lady Taidale's crest." The woman said nervously. "I am afraid that I do not have the authority to open this. If you would give me just a minute, I shall call the venue manager to assist you."
After that the receptionist swiftly wrote a flying message and sent it to her boss', boss', boss. Normally she would not be permitted to make direct contact with someone so far above her station, but this situation went above the usual procedure.
"If it pleases you, I can bring you to a more comfortable room inside to wait?"
Nodding her head, Evelyn followed behind the tense receptionist into a private room.
There she waited only a mere minute and a half until the venue manger came rushing in. His face was red from exertion and some faint traces of magic used to enhance his speed were still lingering.
"Excuse me for my tardiness, miss. I heard that you have a letter from Lady Taidale for me." The manager said, bowing his head slightly towards Evelyn.
"Yes, I happen to be a friend of her grandniece and she spoke to Lady Vivienne for me since I wished to see the performances today. Unfortunately, the show was already sold out when I arrived." Evelyn said, holding out the letter towards the venue manager.
Gingerly, he accepted the letter, and used a special magic tool to open it.
Once he had finished reading it, he looked at Evelyn with reverence and lowered his head even further.
"Allow me to escort you to Lady Taidale viewing box, Lady Evelyn. As she will not be attending today, she wishes for you to have her usual seat."