Devil's Music

I was drawn to the woman's hand and saw a magnificent yet peculiar garden pass through the massive gate. A large number of triangularly cut gardens and a view of the garden with the sound of violins tilt their heads.

“Nicolo Pagani's song? ”

You see the back of a tall brown-haired man in a black tuxedo among the gardeners. The man was playing a violin on his chin, and the song he was playing was "Caprice No. 24," a cheerful but tranquil song. Hearing him play

The assailant reaches out to see his face, but you can't see the face of the player in the barrel of the woman holding his hand.

The curious face of the woman holding one hand whispered in the ear of the case.

“It's better not to look at your face. ”

He listened to the woman and tried to turn his head toward the man as he moved to an angle where his curiosity was too good to pass him by. His eyes were white and flattened just before the player's side came into his sights.

You cover up. A beautiful woman's face is visible in front of your eyes as the hand rests on the eye gently turns the gun's head away. The woman with the worried expression looked up and said.

“I'm talking for you. Don't look at your face. ”

Seeing that there was a genuine concern on her face, she nodded. I turned my head to see the man, and my heartfelt violin was constantly beating me to look back, but I couldn't help but stare at the ground.

I reached my immunity entrance When the immense door of immunity, like the black walls, was opened, about thirty women who were working as maid dresses or trimming their own gardens within the immunity, looking back at the case as one.

When I looked inside the castle with only one beautiful woman, I opened my mouth, a blonde woman standing next to me smiled and grabbed her hand and headed to a large reception room. The castle, which was both black to the floor and to the wall, was mostly black except for the ominous purple that was rarely seen.

The flowers in the vase were black and purple. The paintings on the wall were also paintings based on dark colors, but I didn't know who the owner of the house was, but I had a hobby collecting portraits of many people. The portraits that fill the living room walls

It was a portrait of another person.

The woman sitting on the couch, holding the gun's hand, sat next to him and chewed off the gun's face. When the woman who was so beautiful looked closely at her face, the red gun couldn't find a place to look.

“Hey.. you were talking about Kiska earlier · ·”

As the woman smiles and tries to open her mouth, the noise grows behind the sofa.

“Natalie, where are you? ”

The woman hurriedly gets up and leans in front of the door. Her white hands come out of the darkness and touch her head.

“Is the child here? ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

“Yes, go ahead. ”

Natalie looks back at the case and gives you a sad look. Gun hears her name and tilts his head.

Natalie, where did you hear that? I've heard of it · · · '

As she disappears into the darkness, the white man's face pops back out of the darkness. The man who smoothly brushed his long brown hair and waved it over was wearing a black slax on a purple tuxedo and shiny black shoes. A man with the same proportion as a model pants.

I put my hand in my pocket and saw him coming up off the couch, and he raised his hand and said.

“Oh, it's okay. Sit down. ”

Although he was a man who said half a word, for some reason, it felt natural to say half of it, and he put his butt back on the couch. The man who passed by the couch to the front of the fireplace muttered as he came back to the couch with a piece of paper on the stove.

“I should have called you from the beginning and taught you. I shouldn't have done it twice. Tsk.”

I didn't know what he was talking about. I just looked at the man, and he sat across from me on the couch and looked up at the paper in his hand. His eyes widen to see Fury's sheet music in his hands.

“Uh · · · That's my song..”

“Yes, that's your song. I know."

The man glances at the sheet music and frowns. After a short look at the sheet music, he raises the sheet music with his thumb and index finger.

“It's still garbage. ”

Even though the gun was tight, I felt like I shouldn't argue with the man's words for some reason, but I only held my fist on my thigh. The man who saw the force in the fist stood up smiling bloody.

“Listen up. You know you dream a lot, right? ”

The gun nods quietly.

“I've been having a lot of dreams since I was a kid. Are you some sort of Enga musician I don't know about? ”

The man chuckles.

“Yes, we can talk. Again, this is a dream. Okay?"

“Yes, I know. ”

The man comes up behind the gun, puts his hands on his shoulders and says,

“I'm not a musician. But he stands on top of all the music. ”

The gun doesn't look back and mutters.

“Standing on top of all · · · · music? ”

The man taps his shoulder and moves.

“My name is Amduras. He's supposed to be taking lessons that aren't on his payroll. Follow me.”

As the man turned and walked somewhere, he got up from his seat and followed the man.

"Amduras? What a strange name. ’

Following Amduras, you can see the face of the man standing in the garden outside the window playing the violin, giving him a glance at the window without his knowledge. Then Amduras, who was going ahead, said without looking back.

“Stop, you'll regret it when you see his face. ”

The gun hardly gives you a head to turn around.

“Hey, who is this guy and you don't want me to look at him? ”

Amduras turns his head to look at the man outside the window and says,

Nicolo Paganini.

The gunshot shocked and shouted.

“You, Nicolo Paganini? The Violinist of the century? ”

Amduras nods and continues to make his move. You hear Amduras mumbling in his ears as he looks behind his back with a frowny face.

“Yes, a violinist of the century by human standards. He sold his soul to me to get his name, and he could never get out of the pain of tears and playing forever. ”

I was busy following Amduras, who wouldn't stop walking, scratching my head.

"What? Why are you so blinded by this dream? It's so different from the last dream. ’

Amduras walks for a long time and opens a large, windowless room. When he opens the door, he looks back at the case and reaches out his hand.

“Come in.”

As the gun pushes out the door and looks inside, you see a room with murals painted everywhere it enters your view. The strange thing was that there were many familiar paintings classified as famous paintings, which were mixed together without boundaries. The Mona Lisa on the ceiling.

When you stop walking on the doorstep, you see a picture of the strange spheres that appear to be looking at each other, or that the UDT in Gustav Klimt is looking down at the picture with a cynical face just before the ship meets the rampant overhead.

After pushing his back inward, Amduras, who closed the big door, stands in front of two convergence in the middle of the room.

With his arms crossed, he looks at the chair in front of an empty canvas and says,

“Sit down.”

As the gun hesitates and sits on the wooden chair he points to, Amduras, who sits on the canvas next to the gun, holds a brush in one hand and points to one wall with a brush.

“Hey, you see that self-portrait of Van Gogh? Oh, sorry. That guy's got a lot of self-portraits, painted at 11 o'clock. Drawn on the ceiling. Did you find it?”

“Yes, I see it. ”

“Follow me. ”

“Yes? I can't paint. ”

“Just draw it. It's okay.”

The pallet rests next to the gun. Amduras, who saw it, laughed a lot when he took up a palette of various colors of paint and looked at the portrait of the mural for a moment and followed the painting for about an hour.

“Khahaha!! I know you don't have the ability to paint, but this is just too much, right? Hahahaha."

The gun looks embarrassed. His canvas was painted with a monster that made him feel better even though Kiska drew it. Amduras, who held the boat for a long time, barely stopped laughing and said.

“Haha, it's been a long time. Now, let's hear how you feel about this painting. ”

Gun looked back at his drawing and said:

“Emotions · · · ·. Yo?”

Amduras stands beside him with one hand on his shoulder.

“You can see colors in paintings, right? ”

You look up at Amduras, startled.

“How · · ·? ”

“Hehe, that's later. Now, how do you feel about that painting of yours? ”

When the painting appears in black and white on the gun's eyes, you place the brush and bow your head.

“I can't feel anything. ”

Amduras raises one hand to point to the self-portrait on the wall.

“What about that? ”

The gun followed his hand through the self-portrait and saw a picture of many colors and made an impression.

“I'm not sure. It's a mix of murals, so the colors are blurry. ”

Amduras nods and laughs.

“Hehe, but it wasn't the eyes of the outback. Yeah, you're right. There are many emotions in that painting. ”

Amduras asked me to look at the mural once again.

“The colors of the painting are mixed, but they're different colors. I don't think they're mixing colors, but I think they're emitting light. ”

Amduras chuckles.

“Where do you think I saw it? ”

The gun nods.

“A musical note. It has a border just like the one you saw on Fury's musical score. ”

“Hehe, good. ”

Amduras walks forward and looks up at the portrait of Gogh, crossing his arms.

“Van Gogh is said to have practiced portraiting in his self-portrait of the mirror because he had no money in his life. So there are a lot of paintings called self-portraits. Your appearance has different emotions depending on when you draw it and when you draw it.

The timing can be summarized as' after visiting my sister's house ’. ”

The gun asked Amduras with a curious eye.

“After visiting your sister's house? ”

Amduras turns and laughs, leaning against the wall.

“Yes, he loved his sister. ”

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