"A song?"
Almark put his arms together.
"I've never sang anything properly."
"Really?
Lilty says strangely.
"Even before you came to college?
"Yeah."
Almark nodded.
"Until I got here, it wasn't like singing a song."
Lilty blinks at the words.
"An environment without songs"
I don't suppose that would be imaginable for a musician's parent, Lilty.
"But then, what happened when you practiced singing in class?"
"I got a pair of Morgans to sing to me."
Almark answers.
I put it in the cloth.
"Yes, it is."
"Oh, I put magic on Nelson's song when I practiced singing magic."
"Yes, you didn't sing for yourself."
Lilty pretended to think a little.
"It's easier to put magic on people's songs, and you can focus on magic control. But if you put magic on your own song, you'll be able to do it more freely."
The voice is as small as ever, but with a firm tone, Lilty says.
"That's what the teacher said in class."
Almark nodded.
"But it's an advanced technology."
"Yes, because I use magic while singing. I have to get used to it."
Lilty nodded with that answer.
"But I think it's really more advanced to put magic on other people's voices. Of course, if you do it normally, you will have some magic, but the real power of singing cannot be demonstrated unless the images of the singer and the person who rides the magic match well."
When you talk about your favorite music, Lilty becomes a rapper.
I see, I see. In that regard, if you sing your own song. "
"Yeah, you don't get the wrong impression when you put on magic."
Lilty nodded and smiled at Almark.
Well, let me show you a sample first.
"Will you sing?"
Almark smiled and walked aside.
I love your song.
Lilty shook her head as if it were illuminated, and then she took a serious look and sighed.
After a moment, a beautiful voice comes out of Lilty's mouth.
Almark exhaled a sigh of admiration.
It was a song that sang the forest landscape in the early summer.
This is the first song Almark has ever heard.
However, with Lilty's singing, the image of the magnificent landscape spreads in front of Almark.
A vast green forest that extends far beyond.
Standing at the root of a giant tree with large branches in it, he hears the sound of leaf rubbing.
While singing, Lilty glanced at Almark.
It was a sign that I would be able to use my magic.
Lilty's singing brings a strange glow.
Of course, the voice is invisible.
However, the change in Lilty's singing voice could only be expressed as an increase in brilliance.
Along with that, Almark felt his mind lighten.
It feels like I'm not in the shade of the trees behind the school building on a winter night, but really under the leakage day of the early summer.
A refreshing breeze blows through.
The song frees your mind.
When Lilty finished singing, Almark clapped unexpectedly.
"Wow, Lilty. Even though it's a great singing voice, it's even more magical."
"How does magic work?
Wherever the volume went, Lilty asked with a small voice that was about to disappear.
"Listen to my song and there's been a change, right?
"My heart suddenly lightened."
Almark answers.
"The anxiety goes away."
"Good."
Lilty smiles.
"The power of singing is very strong. Sometimes it produces effects that we didn't expect."
Really?
Almark keeps an eye out.
"But I saw the green forest, as the lyrics say."
"Because I sang honestly."
Lilty said it was slippery.
"Lyrics are important, of course, but I think it's a melody to sing."
Huh?
"Sing it again."
Around the bewildered Almark, Lilty opened her mouth again.
I started singing the same song as before. But something is different.
A little melody is sad.
Lilty put magic on it.
"Ah."
Almark raised his voice unexpectedly.
Lilty's singing envelopes Almark with sharp sharpness like a sharpened blade.
That tension.
It wasn't the leakage day of the early summer that came to Almark's mind.
A cold table in a home somewhere with a frozen heart.
The boy reaches out to a fearful meal so that he can be watched by a harsh-looking mother.
There is no conversation. Only the sound of the mother's short whip resonates when the child breaks some dietary rule.
Lilty is singing the same lyrics as before.
I was shown a completely different landscape.
A foggy, dark feeling rises in Almark's heart.
Almark looked stunned at Lilty, who had finished singing.
"Is that a word?"
"Yeah."
Lilty nodded.
"The power of melody exceeds the power of words. Sometimes the melody amplifies the meaning of the word, and sometimes it ravages it."
Words spread the world.
It was Norish's word.
It was a word that resonated with the strange freshness of Almark.
To expand the world, Almark has actually cut the world open with his feet, his arms, and his own power.
But it wasn't something unimaginable.
Even Almark knew the power of words and their importance.
I have been saved many times by the words of many people.
That's why I was able to understand with my head that even if I couldn't understand with my senses right away, there might be such a thing.
But now Lilty gave Almark a glimpse.
The power of music.
It was flatly depicted and shown by melody as if it were in conflict with the meaning of the word.
It was a world that Almark could not yet imagine.
"Norish doesn't like this."
Lilty said as if she had read Almark's mind.
"Norish takes words very seriously. I'm bound by the meaning of the lyrics."
"Are you different?"
Almark asks.
"Are you singing without being tied to the meaning of the lyrics?"
"I love singing with respect for the meaning of lyrics."
Lilty replied.
"But you can sing the lyrics as just sounds."
"What's that supposed to be?"
"It may not feel very good for some people. For people who value words like Norish."
Lilty laughs a little lonely.
"Maybe it depends on time and time. But if you think of lyrics not as meaningful words, but as mere sounds for playing melodies."
Lilty's eyes saw Almark with wonderful strength.
"We can maximize the power of melody."
Can you do something like that?
"Yeah."
Lilty nodded.
"When you use magic, you can put magic on your own image. Same as that. Put the melody on the image. If it is close to the meaning of the lyrics, it is easy to put on, and if it is far away, it is difficult to put on. But neither is impossible. It's just that."
"It's a wonderful world."
Almark shook his head.
"I've never thought about that. I can't believe the melody itself makes sense."
If you sing about mountains, think about mountains, and if you sing about the sea, think about the sea. I thought that would be the norm.
"I may not have thought about it, but I think you know it."
Lilty said.
"You heard music in the concert hall and wept, didn't you? Did you find any lyrics in that music?
"... I didn't"
I see.
An image that spreads just by hearing the song.
As soon as I heard that song, I thought of a group of mercenaries running through the meadows. [M]
That's because the melody itself had that kind of image.
"What if that song had lyrics?
Lilty says so and looks at Almark.
I don't know.
Almark shakes his head.
Lilty smiled and began to sing again.
Mercenaries of the Grasslands
It was a northern song where Almark shed tears that day.
The melody of a song that was only heard once was first surprised when Lilty reproduced it.
In line with the melody, the lyrics Lilty sang were far removed from Almark's imagination.
Meet lovers. A hint of love.
The meaning of words certainly was. And Lilty is never too lazy, she sings passionately.
However, the mercenaries who drove away did not disappear from Almark's head. The lovers didn't come to mind.
"... what do you think?
At the end of the song, Lilty saw Almark.
"Wow."
Almark answered honestly.
Looks like the world has changed.
"I'm exaggerating."
Lilty smiles.
"But music can change that person's world."
I'm sure that's what Lilty's parents said.
"I wanted to sing too."
Almark said.
Okay, Lilty.
"Yeah."
Lilty nodded.
"I'd like to hear it too. Almark's song"