You hear a trumpet sound coming from outside the Opera Epiclese. The little melusine at the entrance of the building opens the door. You hear heels clacking on the marble floor and the trumpets stop

'Tis I, your beloved archon Focalors! The people in the lobby clap and cheer for her

Ah yes, yes... Praise me, my dear citizens! Let us bask in the radiance of I, Furina de Fontaine! Furina bows to her audience

Now then, make way for the archon. The show is about to begin~ Come with me, Monsieur Neuvillette.