My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

"Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew."

The city of Levantis, completely sun down and covered in a book of nights.

The time now is about 8 or 9 pm in Japan, but it is no exaggeration to say it is late in the city of Levantis.

Most houses will sleep quietly, and exceptionally the lights in the city will be lit either in pleasure towns such as liquors and whorehouses, or in a cloud of surveillance that keeps the city safe all night.

But here the Yamagata family is one such exception.

In a house illuminated by magical lights, the housewife of this house brews tea and other things in an upbeat mood to snort.

And to the ears of such a fine lady, a gentle tone that sounds low from the living room.

It was the tone of an instrument named Guitar, owned only by the master of this house.

Resting her temporarily making tea, the housewife, Calcedonia, closes her eyes and listens to the melody played by her husband, Tatsumi.

Even when she was once a smaller being, this is how Tatsumi used to listen and fall in love with the tone of the guitar she plays.

Tatsumi's playing skills are precisely "advanced among amateurs," and he's not good enough to be a professional guitarist. Still, the guitar Tatsumi plays for Calcedonia sounds like a better melody than anyone else plays.

The sound of a guitar that sounds low and soft. There is no such instrument of low sounding tone in this kingdom of Largofiri. The most popular instrument in this country is a harp called Larina, but its tone is more treble and stiff. Many other instruments still produce high pitched, hard sounds.

Is it because of that? Tatsumi's guitar sounds extraordinarily gentler.

Eventually, the guitar left a finish and slowly silenced. Apparently, he's finished playing one song.

Calcedonia, who opened her eyes to the signal, resumes the work that was on its way.

And he turned to his husband in the living room with his freshly brewed tea.

As Calcedonia entered the living room, Tatsumi sat in her chair staring at the guitar at hand.

"Your husband? What have you done?

"Yeah... after all, it's like a guitar string has a lifespan..."

Answering Calcedonia, Tatsumi claws his guitar strings with his fingertips.

"... you're losing quite a bit of tension... that's a lot of string replacement, I hope you've been wandering away"

An acoustic guitar that should also be described as a shadow of a deceased father. During the life of Tatsumi's family, string replacements were carried out every two or three months. My father was pretty loud around here.

But when my family died in an accident, I didn't even really care about the guitar condition. As a result, Tatsumi had been neglecting to maintain his guitar for quite some time.

And while failing to adjust the condition, the guitar traveled with Tatsumi to another world. Naturally, there is no such thing as a guitar string in this world, and Tatsumi was busy with this, so I couldn't reach out to adjust the guitar condition again.

I guess it's because his life in the other world has stabilized that Tatsumi has become so concerned about how the guitar strings are doing.

"I don't think you have the exact same guitar string, but do you manage to have a similar string?

Put the guitar on the table, Tatsumi arms up and thinks.

"If you're Mr. Giuseppe, you might even know an instrument maker or something... No, if you're El, you seem to have some knowledge of guitar, and maybe you should talk to that guy..."

Tatsumi is worried about what happened to her when she leaned her neck. To him like that, he added words to the tea offered by Calcedonia.

"If you're talking about instruments, why don't you talk to her?

"She...? Oh, could it be... Mr. Larina?

"Yes, because Larina's father is a musician, and she's a performer herself. You might get some helpful opinions."

"Hey, is this the instrument Tatsumi was talking about? It's the first musical instrument I've ever seen."

A few days later, I visited Tatsumi's house, a woman a little older than Calcedonia, with smoked blonde hair and scorched brown eyes to the middle of her back. From its neck hangs a holy mark indicating that it is the samurai festival of the Savaive God.

"So what do you say, Larina? Do you have any idea of a similar string?

"Which one? Tatsumi, can I show you something?

"Yeah, go ahead."

Her name is Larina. He is a close friend of Calcedonia and a well-known figure in the Temple of Savaivo, as a Lalaina player with a musician in his father and an instrument of the same name as himself.

The Lalaina received the guitar from Tatsumi with interest and looked all over the place.

"Hey, what's this...? Is this string metal...?

"Hmmm... what an explanation..."

Tatsumi unexpectedly bothers me with Larina's question, which surprises me with the Steel string for the first time.

A common guitar steel string in the Earth world.

Used for guitar strings would be commonly referred to as winding strings wrapped in an alloy such as nickel or stainless steel around the core of a piano wire - sometimes also used, for example, nylon.

In addition to winding strings, there are many other types of strings in the Earth world, which are used in various materials and thicknesses due to the type of instrument, the songs played, or personal hobbies, and many types of strings are actually sold in stores. However, it is a rarity that no one has ever seen before in the other world, neither is it a common steel string in the Earth world.

In this world, strings of instruments are commonly used, such as animal and warcraft intestinal fibers and tendons, and naturally metal is not used.

"You've never seen a string like this before."

"After all, even Mr. Larina doesn't know..."

"I'm sure even my father wouldn't know about metal strings. Oh, but..."

You remembered something, Larina continued her words as she returned her guitar to Tatsumi.

"Hey, Calse. It's not an instrument string, but would that be a substitute?

"Is that...? Oh, could it be..."

Calcedonia, told by Larina, seemed to realize what she was trying to say.

A few days later, Tatsumi and Calcedonia visited the "Dwiez Martial Arts Store", the home of three brothers, Needs, Sargo and Sheelo, friends of Tatsumi, and a shop that provided weapons to the Warcraft hunters.

It is also a shop where they trained swords and armor in Feilong-material materials, and Tatsumi is also a place where I have traveled many times before.

When the two entered the store, Eak, the store owner and brother of the Needs, immediately noticed them.

"Oh, there you are. I've heard from my brothers."

Eek shows the back of the store at his fingertips. As they step into the back of the store with their heads slightly lowered, a tremendous amount of enthusiasm surrounds Tatsumi and Calcedonia as soon as possible.

When the two of us stopped to be surprised by the heat too much, Eak approached with a laugh from behind it.

"Ha ha, is this the first time you've entered Jiji? Most people stop like the two of us the first time they come in here."

To forge metal and warcraft materials, jiji fields were wrapped in hot air. At the same time, the hammer that is shaken down plays a high sound, violently shaking the tympanic membranes of Tatsumi and Calcedonia.

"Look, don't blur. What you're looking for is this way, huh?

With that said, Eek invites Tatsumi and Calcedonia to the corner of jiba. There is a workbench-like platform with a pile of clutter on it.

Something that looks like some kind of Warcraft material, a tool that would be used for processing, ink or pen for putting writing in materials and blueprints. Tatsumi, an amateur of blacksmiths, also sees many other unknown uses.

Out of all those cluttered mountains, Eak searches lightly for what he wants. Perhaps even if they seem cluttered in the eyes of Tatsumi, they have their own way of tidying up.

"Come on, this is what you're looking for"

What Eek offered Tatsumi was like a thread that emitted a dull metallic gloss.

"This is the thread that the mineral beast spits out. Normally, he ties and fastens each part with a leather string or something, but even in armor, when using Warcraft material to make a particularly sturdy guy, the leather string may not allow it. That's when you use the thread that this mineral predator spits out. Isn't this guy gonna fit what we were looking for?

Tatsumi takes the yarn with the metallic gloss offered by Eek and sees how it goes.

What Eek refers to as a mineral predator is a warcraft the size of an adult's palm, whose appearance closely resembles that of the earthly silkworm moth larvae.

Just as the earth's silkworms grow up eating mulberry leaves, and silk threads are made from threads spit out to make cocoons, the mineral predator creates cocoons to eat and grow ore.

At this time, it is said that the composition and color of the cocoon yarn changes depending on the ore eaten, and if you eat iron ore, it becomes iron yarn, and if you eat copper ore, it becomes copper yarn.

You think some areas raise like silkworms because they are warcraft of that nature? On the other hand, it is also a warcraft being treated as a vermin by mining officials. In fact, it seems that all the ore in the mine has been devoured because of this mass outbreak of warcraft.

By the way, although the exterior is a potato worm, it is not particularly a larvae of some kind, but remains this figure even in adulthood. When it grows to some extent, it peels, but in doing so, it makes a cocoon.

And as a classification, it's not just a warcraft, it's a dragon species.

Something Larina came up with that could be a substitute for guitar strings. That was the spitting metal thread of this mineral predator.

He also remembered this yarn because the metal yarn of the mineral predator, among them that fed him gold and silver, is used for the decoration of aristocratic courtesies and clergy coats.

"Sure, this yarn is going to fit my purpose."

"Well, that was good. You two are good at us, and my brothers are taking care of something. You can take as much as you need this time. Instead, we'll make sure you get paid next time."

That said, Eek let me close one eye properly.

Tatsumi and Calcedonia borrowed from Eek also the tools that they had divided the metal yarn of the mineral predator and could eventually be used to replace the strings.

Tatsumi will replace the guitar strings as soon as she gets home.

The spitting metal yarn of a mineral predator differs in thickness depending on the size of its body. The smaller the individual throws up the thinner thread, the larger the individual throws up the thicker thread.

While twisting several types of yarn to be just the right thickness, Tatsumi repeatedly tries and errors to match the sound of the guitar.

Most importantly, there are no tuners, so I can only rely on Tatsumi's sound.

In the end, that day alone did not end the string replacement, and I managed to get a tone close to the original sound over the course of a few days while finding time to repeat the trial and error a little bit and sometimes even ask Larina to cooperate.

"Phew... finally done..."

Tatsumi makes her face shine as she exhales loudly.

"It can't be completely normal... but we have to compromise about this"

It is the twisting of metal threads by amateurs or the replacement of strings without tuners. It can't go back to normal. By the way, Tatsumi does not have the convenient ability to absolutely sound or anything else.

However, it will be a little quicker and closer to the original sound as we make many string replacements in the future.

"Well, I'll play it quick... Ma'am, do you have any desired songs?

With a slightly playful trick, Tatsumi speaks to Calcedonia, who has been watching Tatsumi's work next door for a long time.

"Right...... then, my own Bard Hall. Can I ask you for a soothing song?

"Ha, I'm awed"

Calcedonia may also try to accompany Tatsumi's little play and pretend to be an aristocratic maid.

Tatsumi chooses a slow song to start playing according to Calcedonia's request.

A soothing song played by Tatsumi softly plays in the living room of just the two of us.

Calcedonia that closes its eyes and listens to its melodies. Only when her head was put over Tatsumi's shoulder, she had a lucid look on her face.

Is the color of bliss seeping into her face due to the tone of the guitar fulfilled, or is it something that the player's body temperature brings?

That's all she can tell herself.

Still, it was clear to whoever saw her now that she was in the middle of happiness.

Keeping his weight on his shoulder and seeing Calcedonia looking happy, Tatsumi played a few more songs, slowly playing guitar.

Only then was the city of Levantis overshadowed by darkness.

Still, in one house in that city, the moist guitar tone continued to flow forever.