I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

They also have instruments in this world that resemble violins. It was given as part of the upbringing only a short time after returning from the barracks.

"I've been hearing some amazing noises from Tsari's room lately. Come on."

After the lecture, Camille suddenly said something like that when the two of us had a break and drank Camille's prepared tea.

His gaze is clearly poured into the violin case behind me, which has recently become placed in the room.

"Ugh, annoying."

"No, it's the sound that annoys me, what's that screaming sound of a warcraft?"

"... I've just started practicing"

As he wrinkled his eyebrows all the way down into a sudden descent mood against teasing Kamil, he hung up the edge of his mouth with delight for some reason.

Let me play it.

Targeted with Camill, who says so in a slight way, I ha? and pull the cheeks together.

"I told you I was practicing"

"Just ring it."

I don't like it, do it, I don't like it, please, Tsari.

When I repeated several push questions to the abrupt request, it became troublesome not to mention to say no, and I ended up removing the violin from the case in the form of a push off.

Don't you have the concept of a children's instrument, the same size as an adult, which is obviously an extra size for me right now. I have a pretty hard time just holding it, but Camille sees it erupt, so I glance at him thoughtfully.

I guess you told me to play it, what are you laughing at?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... heh heh"

I glanced at Kamil again, still laughing, and then I did my gaze on hand and let the bow slide on the string.

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You obviously don't have enough muscle strength to pull your bow smoothly. Pre-technology issues.

I pointed my mouth. Isn't it a little mean to let me play it even though I know this is going to happen?

... but the voice that bit Kamil's laugh off disappeared when she started sounding the instrument.

I raise my gaze with concern. I could see Camill looking at me with a gentle smile, sounding like I didn't think my ears would feel good no matter what I thought.

It's like merciful of a brother. I feel like some of those expressions are mixed with colors that miss something.

It was at that moment that a terrible noise came up. Is it because of the unconsciousness off hand?

When I finally put the violin down on Camille, who stuck her at her desk and laughed so hard that she couldn't stand it any longer, I headed for the beating on its trembling flank.

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Latka couldn't help but like that instrument, which made a strange noise in her ear.

I know the truth is, if you can play it, it will sound a very beautiful melody.

But even after two months of practice for the first time, I feel like this is going well and not improving at all. I didn't think I could even hang out a lifetime with a graceful tone similar to the voice I sing, like the tutor made me play to an example.

Instruments are necessarily included in the upbringing of the nobility, but in the perception of Eliza and Count Theresia, who decided to educate Latka, they were better left behind than academic disciplines, practices, swordsmanship, etc. It wasn't until four years after he came under Eliza that Ratka gradually touched the musical upbringing that he would start around the age of seven at the latest.

"I will be able to play it all the way through to Eliza's admission to the Academy of Learning," Latka continues to chirp every day since the day she was told by her tutor, Mrs. Mareshan, and sounds very unlikely to be music.

(... uh, already. If you're a nobleman, don't I need a corner, a dance, a musical instrument, that kind of upbringing? I mean, I thought I heard something say that men and women are quite different, but which one am I being made to learn now?

It was Latka, who drooled her internal grievances in a state of infidelity but had been moving her bow for a while, but the moment she heard too much, Gyu, she was completely unmotivated and threw out her bow.

Because of the reason that had stained it at some point, the delicate instrument body quietly put it back in the case, but as for Latka, my cheeks are likely to draw on me too, accustomed to such a move.

Don't try it, he dared to whine in his voice, throwing his body out to the bedroom ramblingly, like when he was living in a barracks, and Latka exhaled deeply.

The aristocrats are playing around with the civilian population, and they are distressed by what they would normally ask of themselves if they were aristocrats in this way.

The irony is working, he mocked himself and distorted his mouth. If Eliza thinks that far and gives Ratka her present life, then maybe she is as ruthless as if she had frozen to the heart, as rumored in the King's Capital.

Ha, and sighed again, and Huh Latka noticed the presence of a slightly sounding sound.

It's violin.

I have no idea that that melody of beautifully flowing singing comes out of the same instrument that Latka has ever sounded like a gibberish.

As a matter of fact, in the first place, the overgraceful tone itself, like the embodiment of its nobility, feels too disproportionate to itself, which is responsible for Latka's decline in motivation.

(... let's see a little)

Even though daily voluntary practice can be said, the violin classes themselves are not while in the King's Capital.

I don't know who's playing it, but it's been over ten days since my last class. I felt like it was time to see someone else playing.

Is the origin of the sound around the salon on the ground floor? If you're a visitor, it's not very nice for Latka to show up, but the door to the room for various conveniences, such as crime prevention, should be open.

I thought there would be no problem with a gentle peek, so I tried to peek inside through the door of the salon, which was only slightly open, just then.

Whether the performer has changed, a powerful sound plays the chord, distinctly different from earlier.

As it was, a passionate quick-playing song began, in which the slightly rubbing sound of a bow, cu, cu, was incorporated into the music.

(Uh, uh, uh. What's this, what's this song? Wow, that's cool...... Oh, can you play this with a violin, there's a song like this!?

Latka is of civilian origin and, on top of that, has been involved in Eliza's intense duties for the past few years and has lived independently of music. Even if Eliza took me from time to time to hear something at a nightclub, they're all loosely tuned.

This was the first moment he had heard the violin tone of such a fast-playing tune.

Unexpectedly thrilled and heartbeat in a tone so vivid that the impression I was holding in an instant was inverted.

Latka, who took a breath, peeked inside the salon again feeling completely different than before.

That's it.

As soon as the long, matte dark hair swayed into view as the heavy bow moved, Latka almost screamed impulsively as if struck by lightning.

It's not good for you, woman, to play such a well-dressed song!?

How could you do that, and I'm giddy in my leech woman's clothes? That's crazy. Ooh!!

... The girl in men's clothes, whose cheeks have begun to fall round due to her youthfulness in the last few years, has occasionally accidentally given her a feeling of beauty that could be crisp and sharp.

On a day when I was unluckily dressed as a samurai, Latka had to beat around from a sense of defeat, jealousy and all sorts of other adolescent emotions all night on the bunk.

… and more like a chase, Latka, realizing that it was Elise who was coming to see her from the Academy blushing her cheeks in the front of Eliza playing the violin, fluttered back out the door and opened the case of the violin when she returned to her room with fierce momentum.

Ratka has been quite free of pangs with Eliza over the past few years, but when it comes to confrontation involving pride as a man, Ning Ro has swelled up.

"Never! Never!! I'll dress better than him and be able to play this instrument!!!

The determination to arouse was renewed, and Ratka gently and politely touched the string with her courageously shaken bow.