It was a pleasant night. The moon illuminated the dark sky, filled with stars glistening brightly. Chuuya's ocean blue eyes glistened brighter than the stars, illuminating the stage. Tonight was a special concert as it was Chuuya's birthday. Chuuya sang, his voice smooth and sounding rather forced. Only Dazai seemed to notice the forced tone of Chuuya. Dazai was too perceptive and observant anyway, especially when it came to Chuuya. Chuuya was probably in a bad mood.

Dazai was seated in the front row. Why? Because he's the Port Mafia boss and he has authority over this place. Normal people would wonder what the dangerous Demon Prodigy was doing here. And of course, Dazai had his bodyguards with him.