Shaman Rosso sat cross-legged on a worn-out red carpet, surrounded by the scent of incense and the dim glow of jin lanterns hanging from the ceiling. In front of him, Rai and Alfin looked half-serious, half-confused by the outrageous plan they had just agreed to: holding a concert in the Kingdom of Lengara—a crazy stunt aimed at catching the attention of the Third Prince and paving the way to free Diana and Alita.
"According to my plan," said Shaman Rosso, stroking his white beard, "this concert won't just be a distraction. It will definitely make a lot of money."
Rai looked at him skeptically. "You mean money from jin audiences?"
"Exactly," Rosso replied, raising a finger. "Jin need entertainment too. Especially if the performers are four beautiful khodams like yours."
Rosso continued with enthusiasm, "It's not that beautiful or handsome khodams don't exist, but it's extremely rare to find a shaman truly compatible with them. Most shamans can only bind ordinary khodams. But you, Rai, are exceptional. Four beautiful khodams at once. At most, other shamans might get one or two—and they wouldn't even want to dance."
Alfin nodded with a slight smile. "I'm prouder that my khodams are strong fighters."
"I'm jealous," Rosso said, glancing at Alfin. "Two handsome khodams… you could form a boyband if you wanted."
"By the way, is the Third Prince actually handsome or not?" Rai asked curiously.
Rosso chuckled. "The Third Prince has dark blue skin, bulging muscles, and a face… well, like a cruel baby. In the Kingdom of Lengara, that counts as handsome."
Rai went quiet, then suddenly said, "But at my farm, I have eight beautiful khodams! They're milkmaid jinn."
Rosso rolled his eyes. "What I meant was, in Lengara, beautiful khodams or jinn are very rare because the population is mostly blue-skinned jin. In the wider spirit realm, there are many places with jinn that are far more beautiful or handsome—but those places are far away… like the Heavenly Realms, the Amazon Kingdom, Atalias, and so on."
Rai looked excited. "Master! Next time, take me there, okay?"
Rosso clicked his tongue. "And what would you do there? Just look around? You're still using female khodams. Besides… Alfin might be a better choice to take, but if I tell Diana about this, she might form an army and hunt you down there."
Alfin quickly shook his head, not wanting to get dragged into another crazy idea.
Still, Rai insisted, "Even so, I want to go. Maybe I'll find a new khodam there."
Rosso just sighed deeply, then stood up. "Alright, enough about the future. Let's focus. Rai, you need to train three songs and dances within seven days. Use your four khodams. Alfin, you'll sneak into the Third Prince's chamber and search for the golden seal—only if the Prince shows up at the concert."
"Master, this is insane," said Alfin, rubbing his forehead.
"But this will be the wildest concert in all the jin realms," Rosso replied with a wide grin. "And maybe… the concert that saves two girls from the dungeons of Lengara."
Rai looked up at the ceiling with sparkling eyes, imagining himself dancing on stage with his four beautiful khodams, cheered on by thousands of jinn and… the lustful gaze of the Third Prince.
The beginning of a very well-planned chaos.
With the plan already in motion, Alfin frequently traveled to the spirit world—hunting beasts, checking on Diana's training progress, and scouting the Third Prince's room.
The Third Prince, with a baby-like blue face, a thick pink mustache, and eyebrows shaped like umbrellas, was busy flirting with his wife in their bedroom.
Perched on a tree branch outside the window was Alfin's khodam bird, Bio, watching the scene with disgust.
Seeing the Prince's ridiculous face made Alfin itch to punch him, especially when he saw the Prince cuddling his wife. But for Diana's sake, he held back. Eventually, they discovered the golden key was hidden beneath the pillow—although Bio almost threw up and lost patience.
Meanwhile, Rai was having the time of his life singing with his khodams. Their voices were surprisingly beautiful, and what started as a plan for three songs turned into eight.
Each khodam memorized two songs along with the accompanying dances.
Dukun Rosso gave Rai a thumbs-up. "I made the right investment in you."
Taking things further, Dukun Rosso rented a grand hall in the Lengara Kingdom for the concert and had flyers printed with images of Rai's four stunning khodams.
He even boldly pasted the flyers right on the palace gates.
The First Prince, who never intended to marry, had once visited the Heavenly Realm and fallen in love with a Jin princess there—someone far beyond his reach, yet he still dreamed of her.
With a face like a giant baby and two big buck teeth poking out of his mouth, his hair only grew on his forehead, and his eyebrows looked like upside-down umbrellas.
Seeing the concert flyer, he was stunned.
Among the four beautiful girls, the one with wings looked almost exactly like the heavenly girl he adored. He decided he had to attend the concert.
The Second Prince stood triumphantly over a pile of defeated jinn soldiers, boasting with his triple-nostriled nose held high.
When he noticed his men ogling the concert flyer with the four beautiful women, he too became intrigued.
And then there was the Third Prince—already pacing around, desperately waiting for the concert day. Even the King himself was sneaking around, hoping to attend unnoticed.
Imagine it: the entire Lengara Kingdom buzzing after seeing these rare beauties.
Dukun Rosso clapped in delight at the chaos he had unleashed.
Rai, however, began to shiver.
Was this the greatest plan he ever made—or the biggest mistake of his life?
As the concert day approached, Rai dressed in the most revealing and elegant women's outfit he could find—designed to show off more skin and captivate the crowd.
He inspected the grand concert venue, a massive hall capable of seating 100,000 people.
With ticket prices soaring at 200,000 each, the event had sold out completely before the scheduled day.
In just one night, they had raked in a jaw-dropping 20,000,000,000.
The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, not just from the audience—but from every corner of the kingdom, nobles and commoners alike waiting in anticipation.