The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

Ekaterina hurried to the seat where Oliga was sitting, watching her applause subside.

Oliga-sama

"Ah... Ekaterina"

Ekaterina took Olga's hand, which was trying to give her a stiff smile.

Oliga, your hands are cold! I'm so nervous!

Wrap your hands around them and Ekaterina smiles to encourage you.

As for Alassa's sister, if the fifteen-year-old and the girls are tense and pulling, there is no alternative but to encourage them to do their utmost.

"Dear Oliga, Cerezar was a wonderful performer.But today is a relaxing class.If we can enjoy each other and get to know each other better, that's fine.Don't be impossible, feel like you're in front of your family and sing with ease.If I could just listen to Oliga-sama, that would be all I could do. "

This isn't an audition hall.Because it may not be an exaggeration to say that it is less than the academy.There, with some three of them.

Smile and laugh. Have fun.

"Dear Ekaterina...."

Oliga looks up at Ekaterina as her youthful grass eyes flutter with tears.

Ah, cute. Oliga's not The Beautiful Girl type like Flora, but she's petite, generous, and cute.Rabbit and chihuahua.

Ekaterina gently turned her arm around Oliga's body and stroked her back.Sitting Olga buried her face in Ekaterina's chest.

As many girls looked anxiously and many boys looked enviously, Olga exhaled and smiled.

"Thank you. I... suddenly can't remember the song I was going to sing."

If you get nervous, that's something.

Around my first year at the company, the content I was about to present was straightforward from my head, and I couldn't remember anything about it... yeah, I'm scared.

"So... can I sing an old song to my parents?It's a song my grandmother taught me and I used to sing with my family.I'm sorry about the old country song, but then I'll never forget it. "

"It's lovely. I love traditional things like that."

Ekaterina smiled and Oliga looked relieved and blown out.

"Excuse me for singing an old song after a novel song.It's a song about a moonlight flower and a warrior butterfly. "

A warm applause goes out to Oliga, who has her head down next to the piano.

Moonlight flowers and warrior butterflies are a species of beast.It's famous for its troubling and unusual ecology, whether it's a magic beast, a magic bug, or a magic plant.

Females are completely different, males are black butterflies.However, the wings are made of thin steel, and they are cut if they are inadvertently touched. Hence the warrior butterfly.

Females usually live on the bottom of the lake and it is unclear what they look like, but on the full moon night of the breeding season, they grow long stems from the bottom of the lake and bloom huge white flowers on the lake. That's the moonlight flower.

The sweet scent of the flower is said to cover the area.Attracted by its fragrance, the warrior butterfly is attracted to the flower.Millions of males fight for a flower and fight with steel wings.Only the strongest winners will reach the flowers and leave their descendants behind.

Olga sat in front of the piano.

If I could play the piano, Olga's house would have a piano.Ekaterina hadn't noticed before, but she noticed when she asked for a musical evening player.

In this world, piano is very expensive.

No, even in my previous life, it was never cheap.I don't think there were so many real houses that I had, not electronic pianos.So, of course, it's even more expensive and valuable in this world.

If there was a piano in Oliga's house, which should never be wealthy by aristocratic standards, her parents would be very music-loving.

With his hands on the keyboard, Oliga sighed and looked up.

The moon blooms in the night sky, and the lake blooms overnight.

Now, when you die, when you love.

Shake the steel wings.

Those things don't fly...

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Ekaterina couldn't help but notice the voice of Olga, who started singing.

Olga, that's amazing! What a nice voice!

High pitch from singing out. It's hard, and it's pronounced beautifully at a stable pitch.The facet of the previous life was a sweet, delicate and pitiful back voice. That's beautiful.

Especially at the end, the long, elongated tone - the crystal-clear voice that stretches up to heaven itches, and it can't wait.The soul is about to be pulled out.

There was a huge full moon shining brightly in my head.

This is the moon I saw in Yurnova.When I encountered Serene, the dead maiden, the silhouette of the Hippocampus sat against the background of this full moon.

Now the black butterfly silhouette is clearly visible that month.

My goosebumps and goosebumps appeared.

Oliga sings with a piano rumor.

Under the full moon, butterflies contend with flowers.They tear each other apart, scatter young life, and fall to the surface of the lake.I can't resist the sweet smell of flowers, even if I remember vanity.Knowing that you can't get it, you can't abandon your hopes and go to battle.

Not only the beautiful voice of Olga, but also the unique tempo of the song.Ekaterina remembers thinking it looks something like this.

In my previous life, I heard a song that incorporated the tastes of folk songs from Okinawa and Amami.It feels a bit exotic, but nostalgic, bright, and yet it feels like sorrow in your chest.

The song itself is not Okinawan-like, but perhaps it reminds me of it, because it is originally played with a stringed instrument that fits the sound level of the piano.Okinawa and Amami also played folk songs with instruments like the Sanshin line.

And this lyrics, this pity. Perhaps the fights between warrior butterflies are a metaphor or a cover, and they are actually singing about human warfare.Rebellions frequently broke out in Sereznoa territory.Isn't that a song to mourn the young people who lost their lives in the rebellion?Hide your true intentions, lest the lord behold you.

The last butterfly arrives at the flower, hurting.Flowers open their white arms and hold wounded warriors.

Now, when you die, when you love...

The song ended with the phrase, the refrain, which was repeated many times.

With his hands off the keyboard, Oliga sighs with relief.

The music room is quiet.

To the unresponsive audience, Oliga stood up with her shoulders down and her head lowered.

There, there's a big applause.

Unexpectedly, Olga retreated and hit a piano chair and sat there.The applause does not stop and the cheer mixes.

The audience stood up one after the other.This is my third standing ovation today.

Ekaterina, of course, stood up and applauded with all her strength.

No, I thought you were listening to Olga's voice in the chorus and making a beautiful voice. I can't believe this!

Got talent again.

I mean, that's it.

Including the unexpected, this impression.

It might have been like watching a video when a singer who became a star on a show called The British Got Talent first appeared in his previous life.

Oliga, it was Susan Boyle of the Empire.

... oh, my God.