Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

It's the melodies and the beauty of the tone that make music resonate in people's minds.

Using an instrument of art as a tool, we musicians give joy and sentiment to the people, borrowing the strange melodies created by the composer.

But the elements that move people's minds aren't necessarily all about the tone and melody of music.

Another element that music attracts people to, it's - memories (...).

Fun memories of listening to that music, the lines of theatre played together, and memories with performers who died and never saw each other again, just give a story to tone and attract people enough to scorch.

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We ended up with Barney's hand, but somehow managed to finish the barn yesterday.

After a successful hunt with Patia today and then a nap for two, I helped build the house.

After a while the sun was completely down and dark, so now this is how me and Patia were coming back to their room.

"Speaking of which, Patia, you forgot to show me your souvenirs. This is a thank you souvenir, a new instrument, a violin."

So me and Patia are sitting back in a study bed and taking our time until dinner.

Out of that bed I first revealed to Patia the violin I had kept hidden in the bag.

"Oh, Patia, I'm doing this! Uh... what the... oh, Mr. Sizin? One of you, Mr. Sizin, was wearing it! ♪ Riuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ♪

Mr. Sizin......? Oh, I see. Is this a case of confusion between a person's name and a profession?

Patia seemed to envision the bard as someone named Sizin.

"Could it be about the bard? This is the instrument that rings, right?"

"Yes, that! Riuuuuuuuuuuuu" "

My daughter plays the violinist and pulls strings with her fantasy bow like she dances loose.

My mouth was stuck loose on that look of sincerely enjoying music.

If you look back on the past, did Ispa also have this sentiment for me as I became obsessed with instruments?

"You're good."

"Uh-huh. ♪ Oh, hey, be a patia, give it a try?

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Thanks, Cat."

I repeat, dinner is just here.

Today's stockpiling of meat from the warehouse was restored a little by putting away a large wild bore.

Yesterday One Yesterday was a long journey recoil or soon I was asleep, so I plan to make tonight my violin unveiling day.

"Kuryu Nekotan...... Riu ~"

It was already promised that this would happen.

When Patia innocently moves her violin bow to bullshit, a terrible gold-cutting sound echoes through the room.

"Uh-huh?! Hey, what's this? - Whoa! Cat, hey, no, no, I'm frightened!

"Oh, really? Then lend it to me."

"Ugh! Tamunekotan, this, re-"

Patia sitting on her bed hands me a violin standing across from her.

I thought I'd show you an act to fix, but stop, and I'll show you the violin quietly.

"Cat, that, that's frightening."

"Well, what about that?"

Point the conceited smile at the patia and slide the bow over the string.

I just let a few bars play the same light one that Patia seemed pleased with, the same one she played at the Tart antiques shop.

"Uh... not frightened...? All right, now, maybe I figured it out somehow. Cat, give it a try!

"Go ahead."

I don't need to tell you anymore that another terrible noise rang in my ear and my surprised daughter was about to flip.

"Mhhh, why not!!

"Have you learned a new ending yet? Patia, you can't help it, it's hard to handle this instrument specially."

Patia was angry with her crotch while she was good at it, or even trying again to dislike losing, to a troublesome instrument that didn't go as far as she wanted.

So I told you that I was difficult, and it seemed to settle down only a little.

"Well... this is - it's not good for Patia... and Cat Tan no Eun Soo, it's beautiful!

"Huff, I'll be honest with you."

"Hehe, it's Patia's fault. Come on, come on, come on, come on! Let Liseri do the same for you. Hey, cat!

"Yes, because she is our singing princess"

I'm looking forward to it now.

If you play this violin in the dining room, the inhabitants inside the music lovers will float on your eyelids.

I don't usually say this, but I feel happy that my music is their food.

By the way, that lead there, no. Madrid lady with beautiful peach hair, came guided by the tone.

"Oh Madrid, I see you've been listening to it quickly."

"Oh, that, violin..."

"Uh, Madrid. Hey, you got this? Cat, Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel, Squirrel!"

Reed Armado is a descendant of Master Ispa.

I was completely blinded by the beautiful instrument varnished and its tone.

Apparently, I have an extraordinary interest in this one.

"Yes, that's Mr. Bereto. Oh, not, uh... it's Nekotan."

"Right. Right. - Nekotan is nah, because it's amazing. Patia's dad can do anything..."

I thought I'd go in there and call me after you.

But I remember something, and the white cat human decided to offer the violin and bow to Madrid lady.

"What..."

"I remember, you could play this too, right (...)"

I've listened to him play several times when I went to see his father Real.

Those who were Reed boys still stare at my offered violin and bow obsessively.

"Oh, Madrin, can you hit the baolin?!

"Patia, it's not a violin, it's a violin"

"Mm... if, bye... bye... bah, baoling!

"You haven't been able to say it at all..."

I'm nine years old, but as usual, Patia seems to limit herself to four letters.

The slippery girl got a little grumpy about my point.

"Mmm, Patia, I don't know yet! Because I know - well, I just can't talk! Ba, bao, it's a virgin. Oh, I know, it's a heck of a...!

"Huh, huh... ♪ Oh, sorry, Patia's so cute, she's so cute..."

Fathers are strange. Because I just get praised for being cute about my daughter, and my heart gets woken like it is about me.

"hehe... madurin, sooooo annoying, no ♪ but, madurin is cuter ♪"

"Then I'd like a song, Mr. Madrin"

"Oh, that's the kind of joke I make to you... Wow, okay, then..."

It was time for my hands to get tired, so I handed the instrument to Madrid a little forcefully.

He just wanted to play something. Soon she sets up a violin and puts a bow on the string.

Then Patia pushed her silence.

Eventually, after a while, Madri slowly slipped her bow and started playing the strings.

As Ispa taught me music, in Armad's house I teach music to my children more than to our Lord for generations.

My specialty in lead is violin, should I leave this instrument to him at all costs?

In fact, even if the technology was not beyond me, his playing was heartfelt.

The bow slides loosely over the string looking comfortable, classic melodies and he becomes one.

Our daughter had her eyes glistened to the way the beautiful Madrid lady played the violin and its tone.

Because my daughter loved cute girls.

Slow tempo melodies were as if to spare an end, and it was not until some time after that that that the performance was over.