It seemed that Norish and the others had spoken in advance, and Almark and the others were allowed to enter the concert hall with little confirmation of their tickets.
Through the hallway into the guest seat, everyone starts sitting in the seat they want.
The number of visitors was quite high, but there seems to be enough chairs to sit properly.
Almark entered the guest seat with a rare view of the tall designed ceiling, making his eyes shine on the stage that looked beyond the guest seat.
Maybe we should get closer to the stage.
Wendy stops trying to rush forward.
"If I go a long time ago, I can't hear you very well."
Really?
"Yeah."
Wendy nodded and pointed slightly behind in the middle of the guest seat.
"Look, people who know better are sitting around here."
Lilty was already sitting there for a while.
I see.
Almark nodded mysteriously and walked toward Lilty with Wendy.
Neighbor, look.
So Almark sat down next to Lilty.
Ah, yeah.
Lilty nodded.
"That's Lilty. I know where to sit."
That's what Wendy sat next to.
"Because I want to hear it in the best place."
Lilty smiled like that.
Almark looks around the concert hall because of the variety of things in the hall.
The act of concentrating on listening to music has itself been since I joined a group of travellers on my journey to the academy to perform sword shows.
The music at that time was as simple as a string or a whistle combined with one or two percussions.
Almark couldn't imagine what each of the various instruments placed on the stage in front of him would make and what it would sound like when combined.
Wallis, Ain, and Lux's classmate Trio were slightly behind Almark and the others.
The colours and rosefilia are there, and it's the most gorgeous atmosphere such as the Beautiful Men and Women Group.
When Almark and Colour met, they secretly pointed to Ain and glanced at him.
Rosphilia also looked at Almark's face and glanced at his large eyes with interest.
Norish and Nelson are sitting in front of each other with Raido and Curime. It has a large number of people and is the most central group.
Morgan is in the back seat with the buyer. Obviously not motivated.
Eventually, after the audience had finished sitting, the orchestra members appeared from the sleeves of the stage.
The old man with the baton bows gracefully with the applause of the audience.
And the performance began.
Almark was struck from the beginning by the complex sounds of many instruments.
"Wow."
Murmur without thinking.
Wendy pointed her finger at her mouth and cautioned, but her eyes were laughing.
Excuse me, just the mouth movements tell Wendy, and Almark concentrates on the music.
The first song ended with just being overwhelmed by the complexity of sound.
The second song ended as the orchestra members watched the mysterious shape of the instrument and the smooth movement of their fingers.
When Wendy tells it between the songs, Wendy suggests that you close your eyes and listen to it.
"Then you can just focus on the sound."
That's right.
Almark nodded.
Lilty is entering the stage as if she had forgotten that Almark and the others were next door.
The third track began.
As Wendy told him, Almark closes his eyes and concentrates on the music.
Powerful tune, stiff, inorganic feel.
But sometimes there's a delicate, gentle melody mixed in there.
This looks like Leila.
Its gentle melody, like a small flower blooming on the rocky skin, reminded Almark of the clumsy kindness Leila showed in the cave during the day.
The next song was an unusual and pathetic song. It's like walking down a beautiful flowery path.
However, there is always a strong rhythm at the bottom of the melody.
This looks like Wendy.
Almark opens his eyes slightly and looks at Wendy next door.
Wendy was listening to the music with her eyes closed, just like Almark.
Gentle, cute.
But there is something strong at the bottom.
It's strong enough to stand up for yourself and save the lives of all your servants in times of crisis.
With that in mind, Wendy suddenly opened her eyes and saw Almark's face.
Unexpectedly, the two of you smile and close your eyes again.
Then a few songs.
Almark enjoyed music imagining things like Morgan and Ein and Fiquet.
In the next song, a beautiful woman stood in the middle of the stage.
"Ah."
Until then, Lilty, who had listened to the music in silence, shouted a small voice.
"Lilty, who is this guy?
Almark asks quietly.
"I'm a famous singer. I can't believe you're here for this performance."
Lilty whispered back in an excited tone.
"Singer?"
Almark frowned.
"Sing a song?
Lilty nodded.
"Next song, there's a solo."
Heh.
The song has begun.
It was a quiet song.
The melody was monotonous and Almark felt a little bored.
Eventually, however, when the woman in the middle opened her mouth, the impression of the song changed.
The female voice was overwhelming.
The more you wonder where such a thin body comes from, the better your voice goes through.
A song that was supposed to be quiet, but the voices of women just overlap, sounds like a completely different song.
I'm sure this is a love song.
I wonder if it's because I talked to Nelson and Raidow earlier. Almark somehow thinks so.
It looks quiet and monotonous and sings so hot thoughts in my heart.
Maybe love is like that.
Wendy glanced at Wendy and stared at the singer on the stage.
I'm sure he's watching with enthusiasm, too, and Almark watches Lilty and realizes that her lips are moving small to match the singer's song.
It was a very complicated and difficult song, but Lilty's mouth traced the movements of the singer's mouth without staring.
When you look all the way down under the usual lilty, you'll remember a small unreliable voice.
Now his eyes were staring straight at the singer.
I'm just moving my mouth right now, but if I make a sound,
If you sing this song.
Can you hear a completely different voice at that time?
Almark stared at the lipstick with a strange feeling.
"What's next?"
The conductor's man talks to the guest seat.
"It may not be a very familiar tune for you."
With a gentle smile, the conductor introduces.
"Far north of Nakahara, north of the Menover Strait."
Eh?
Almark stepped forward unexpectedly.
The conductor turns to the band and holds the baton.
The performance began.
I didn't know at first.
I've never seen so many instruments in the North. Even though it was said to be northern music, it didn't come properly.
Sure, I don't think it's the same music as before, but it was a melody that I didn't hear.
However, there was something echoing in my chest the moment I thought that the sharp sound of the whistle was like the sound of the wind.
I'm replacing northern music with southern music. It's obvious that it sounds different.
Almark noticed.
Focus on the sound.
Recalling Wendy's advice, Almark closed his eyes.
The video in front of you disappears and the sound honestly enters your mind.
It's not just the whistle. The light sound of the percussion reminded me of the horse's hoof.
Oh, this is the northern meadow.
Behind Almark's head, the northern landscape vividly revives with music.
A group of horses are running along the meadows where the cold winds began to blow early at the end of the short summer.
Mercenaries in dull armor.
Almark seemed to see clearly every single one of the wrinkles engraved on the men's faces.
Immediately, one of them makes a loud and humiliating joke, and the other mercenaries who hear it laugh with an open voice.
Peaceful daily scenery of mercenaries.
The tune changes unexpectedly.
Something intense.
The horseback riders run on a battlefield that smells of blood.
dull metal sounds. Flying anger.
One of the mercenaries raises a splash of blood and falls to the ground.
In the endless war, mercenaries scatter their lives as a matter of course.
It is also the daily landscape of the mercenaries.
The tune changes again.
A group of horses is running in the meadow.
Authentic winters are also approaching the meadows. The wind is as cold as cutting itself.
After many battles, blunt armored mercenaries have reduced their numbers.
Immediately, one of them makes a loud and humiliating joke, and the other mercenaries who hear it laugh with an open voice.
The mercenaries laughed unchanged as their companions died, their numbers dwindled, and the winter came for nothing.
The mercenaries laugh at the slightest moment of allowable peace to the next battlefield.
See also the gods of heaven.
That is the daily landscape of mercenaries.
When I noticed it, there were tears on Almark's cheeks.
Someday I remembered what I had forgotten in my life at the academy, as a human being in the north, as a mercenary.
Almark could not explain in words what it was, but the emotion was accompanied by nostalgia that allowed her to tighten her chest.
Dad.
For the first time since the day we broke up, Al Mark thought it was clear.
Dad.
I want to see you.