Looks like Norish and the others were talking to us in advance, and Almark and the others were put through the concert hall with little or no ticket confirmation.
Everyone starts sitting in their thoughtful seats as they pass through the aisle and enter their guest seats.
The number of visitors was considerable, but there seems to be just enough chairs to sit properly.
Almark entered the guest seat with a rare view of the high designed ceiling, sparkling his eyes at the stage visible beyond the guest seat.
"I guess I should be closer to the stage"
Wendy stops trying to move forward.
"If you go too long ago, you won't hear me very well."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Wendy nods, pointing slightly around the back in the middle of the guest seat.
"Look. Anyone who understands better will sit around there."
Lilty was already sitting there a bit.
"I see."
Almark nods strangely and walks towards Lilty with Wendy.
"Neighbor?"
Turn that down. Almark lowers his back next to Lilty.
"Oh, yeah."
Lilty nods.
"That's Lilty. I know where to sit."
That said, Wendy sits next to it even more.
"Because I want to listen to the best part"
Lilty smiled as she answered.
Almark looks around for a moment because things in the concert hall are so rare.
The very act of focusing and listening to music, since I was joining one of the travelers on a journey to the college to do a sword spectacle?
The music at that time is also, at best, simple enough to combine one or two percussion instruments on a string or whistle.
I could not imagine what each of the various instruments now placed on the stage in front of me would sound like in one piece, and what it would sound like when it combined.
Wallis, Ain, and Lux's class commissioner trio were slightly behind the Almarks.
The colours and the rosfilia are there too, the most glamorous atmosphere with such flavors as a group of beautiful men and women.
Colour, when he and Almark met each other, sneaked a finger at Ain to show him his face.
Rosfilia also looked at Almark's face and intrigued him with those big eyes.
Norish and Nelson sit in front with Reido and Curimet. It has a large number of people and is the most central group.
Morgen is in the back seat with the buyer. Obviously unmotivated.
Eventually, when the audience had all sat down, the orchestra members appeared off the sleeve of the stage.
After the applause of the audience, the old man with the baton bows gracefully.
And then the performance began.
Almark was shocked from the start by the intricate sounds played by many instruments.
"Wow."
Unexpectedly whine.
Wendy puts her finger on her mouth and takes note, but those eyes were laughing.
I'm sorry, I just told Wendy about the mouth movement, and Almark concentrates on the music.
The first song ended up just being overwhelmed by the complexity of the sound.
The second song ended as I watched the strange shape of the instrument played by the band members and the movement of their smooth fingers.
When he tells Wendy that between the song and the song, Wendy suggests that if she does, close her eyes and listen to it.
"Then you can focus only on the sound."
"Right."
Almark nods.
Lilty sees it on stage as if she has forgotten that there are already Almarks next door.
The third song started.
Almark, as Wendy told me, closes his eyes and tries to focus on the music.
Powerful tune. Hard, inorganic feel.
But once in a while, delicate gentle melodies mix in there.
This looks like Layla.
Its gentle melody, like a small flower blooming on rocky skin, reminded Almark of the clumsy kindness Leila showed in her cave during the day.
The next song was an unusual and pathetic one. It's like walking down a beautiful blooming trail of colorful flowers.
However, there is always a certain powerful rhythm at the bottom of the melody.
This sounds like Wendy.
Almark opens his eyes a little and looks at Wendy next door.
Wendy, too, was listening to the music with her eyes closed, just like Almark.
Kind, cute.
But I have something strong at the bottom.
That'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 thin eyes and looked at Almark's face.
Unexpectedly, the two of us laugh and close their eyes again.
Then a few songs.
Almark enjoyed the music imagining that it was like Morgen or like Ein and Ficke hanging together.
In the next song, a slender and beautiful woman stood in the center of the stage.
"Ah."
Until then, Lilty, who was silently listening to the music, raises a small voice.
"Lilty, who's that guy?
Almark asks in a whisper.
"I'm a famous singer. I can't believe you're even here for this gig."
Lilty whispers back in an excited tone.
"Singer?"
Almark frowns.
"Do you sing songs?
Lilty nods.
"Next song, I have a solo."
"Heh."
The song started.
It was a quiet song.
The melody was monotonous and felt a little bored by Almark.
Eventually, however, when the central woman opened her mouth, the impression of the song changed.
The woman's voice volume was overwhelming.
A voice that passes so often that it wonders from where such a thin body comes from.
A song that was supposed to be quiet just overlaps a woman's singing and sounds like a completely different song.
I'm sure this is a love song.
Is it because I talked to Nelson and Leido about that earlier? Almark somehow thinks so.
He looks quiet and monotonous and sings out so much enthusiasm in his heart.
Maybe that's what love is like.
Taking a glimpse of Wendy, Wendy also stared at the singer on stage.
I'm sure he watches this one enthusiastically, Almark looked at Lilty and noticed that her lips were moving small to match the female singer's song.
It was a very complicated and difficult song, but Lilty's mouth sees the movement of the singer's mouth properly without precipitation.
It reminds me of Lilty's usual eyes that just look down and her fine unreliable voice.
Now those eyes were staring straight at the singer.
Now I'm just moving my mouth, but if I speak up.
If I sing this song.
Can you hear a completely different voice then?
Almark looked at the mouthpiece with wonder.
"What's the next song"
A conductor man speaks toward the guest seat.
"It may not be a very familiar tune to all of you"
With a gentle grin, the conductor introduces.
"It's music coming from the far north, further north of the Middle Plains, from the north, which separates the Strait of Menover"
"Eh."
Almark embarks on himself unexpectedly.
The conductor turns to the orchestra and sets up a conductor stick.
The performance began.
I didn't know at first.
I've never seen so many instruments in the North in the first place. It didn't come perfect when they said it was northern music.
I do feel different from the music I had earlier, but it was an unfamiliar melody.
But the moment I thought the sharp sound of the whistle was like the sound of the wind, there was something echoing in my chest.
I'm playing northern music on behalf of southern instruments. It sounds different and obvious.
Almark realizes.
Let's focus on sound.
Remembering Wendy's advice, Almark closed his eyes.
The video in front of me disappears and the sound honestly enters my mind.
It's not just the sound of the whistle. The light sound of percussion reminded me of a horse's hoof.
Oh, this is the northern meadow.
Behind Almark's brain, the northern landscape rises vividly with music.
A group of horseback riders are running through a meadow where cold winds began to blow early after a short summer.
Blunt armor, mercenaries.
I felt that Almark could clearly see every single crease engraved on the men's faces.
On horseback, one person makes some humble joke out loud, and the other mercenaries who hear it laugh out loud without hesitation.
Mercenaries', serene everyday scenery.
The tune changes unexpectedly.
Intense.
A bunch of horseback riders run on a battlefield that smells like blood.
Blunt metal sound. Flying rage.
One of the mercenaries raises a blood splash and falls to the ground.
In endless wars, the mercenaries sprinkle their lives as normal.
It's also the everyday scenery of the mercenaries.
The tune changes again.
A bunch of horseback riders are running through the meadows.
A meadow with an authentic winter close by. The wind is as cold as cutting itself.
After numerous battles, the mercenaries of dull armor have reduced their numbers.
On horseback, one makes some kind of humble joke out loud, and the other mercenaries who hear it laugh out loud without hesitation.
Winter comes with my people dying, fewer numbers, and nothing to gain, and still the mercenaries laugh unchanged.
Mercenaries laugh at the very few moments of peace allowed until the next battlefield.
See also the gods of heaven.
That's the everyday scenery of mercenaries.
When I noticed, tears were telling Almark's cheek.
Soon I remembered something that I had forgotten in my life at the College, something like a mercenary, as a person in the North.
I couldn't even explain to Almark in words what it was, but the emotion was accompanied by a nostalgia that allowed him to tighten his chest.
Father.
Almark thought clearly for the first time since the day of his breakup.
Father.
I want to see you.