The next morning, earlier than usual, the sound of the piano began to echo from the villa.

Also unlike in the past, the sound of the piano this time seems to be more intermittent, even in terms of playing technique, it is simple and jerky. To use an analogy, it's like a beginner's apprentice magician stammering incantations.

The reason for this is simple: it is not Miss Bergman herself who is standing in front of the piano at this moment, playing tentatively, but the housekeeper of the machine, who is wrapped in his black cloak that has not changed for thousands of years.

Days #8226: Mondstadt didn't sit in Miss Bergman's playing chair, and understandably because his massive weight, which was almost entirely made of crystals, was beyond the reach of an ordinary chair. The Organ Butler just stood there with his head bowed earnestly, his upper body tilted slightly forward so that the fingers of his left hand could just touch the keys.

The crystal-textured fingers of the mechanism danced slowly on the piano, and it took a few moments of contemplation before striking a few notes again. In the aristocratic schools of the Aegean Continent, most of the young humans who came into contact with the piano for the first time were also so rigid and stiff to perform their first auditions, and they were afraid that they would not get any good reviews. But at this moment, it was a mechanism hating samurai who did such a thing, and this kind of scene was really a little weird.

"Don't touch my piano again!" A scolding voice full of anger sounded behind the agency steward, and Miss Bergman, dressed in simple home clothes as usual, stood at the door of the studio. "I should have warned you last time, right? You are not allowed to touch my piano with that hand again! ”

"So I switched to my left hand this time." From the moment the hostess appeared from the door, she retreated to the housekeeper next to her and replied respectfully.

Miss Lich's anger did not dissipate in the slightest: "Don't play this kind of word game with me, I don't care if you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid, nothing like this will happen again in the future!" ”

"Really, I'm sorry." The steward's head hung down a little lower.

Perhaps it was the recent encounters that softened Bergman's attitude slightly. Seeing his butler's consistently respectful look, Bergman did not intend to continue scolding, but instead used a tone that seemed to be speaking to himself, "I also said that even if you can read the stave and play each melody and bar correctly according to the requirements of the score, it is just the normal operation of your body under the manipulation spell. ”

"That kind of music is fake, I don't want to hear a single note!"

Miss Lich, who had finished speaking with an unkind face, began to walk slowly towards the piano. As is customary, the Steward should have left the piano completely by this time, and was ready to retire. Bergman didn't know why he had explained so much to an abomination samurai, probably because he had recently gotten used to the relationship of people talking. Although the one who can talk to himself is just an abomination of a slightly more elaborate machine.

But to her surprise, the voice of the organ butler actually sounded near the piano at this moment, as if he had never moved his position before. "Miss Bergman......"

"Last night, your bedroom door wasn't closed. I was doing my job when I heard your voice coming from the room. According to my analysis, it must have been unconsciously emitted in your sleep. ”

Miss Bergman did not speak, but silently stopped herself. She wondered why the housekeeper had said all this, and she was even more curious about what the other party wanted to do next.

"If the information I collected at the time was correct, the sound you made in your sleep should be a tune. To be precise, the part of your work that is interrupted in the bottleneck part......"

There was no noticeable change in the expression of the hostess of the villa, and she did not move half a step under her feet, as if she had not heard anything.

Des #8226, who is the presenter, and Monde's tone is also unchanged, as if he were doing a normal routine debriefing. “…… If it can be connected to the song you hum in your sleep, it seems to continue correctly. ”

Bergman still didn't say anything, and the sunlight shining through the window didn't flicker in the inky crystal glasses that were sandwiched between the bridge of her delicate nose.

"If I exclude the errors I made during the acquisition, this is how the song you hummed last night should feel......" There was no order to stop, and the organ steward not only kept stating, but actually turned to face the piano again, and struck the first note he had put together.

"Get out." Miss Bergman's voice finally rang out in the room, not in the high-pitched tone of anger, but in a cold tone as if nothing had happened.

The housekeeper turned his head in some astonishment, but he couldn't see any fierce expression on his hostess's face.

"I don't need a crystal abomination samurai like you, get out of this studio right now." Miss Lich's voice was still as cold as the ice that had not melted at the top of Temurraya.

"But I haven't retold the whole ...... to you."

Bergman's suppressed anger finally exploded, and she took a sharp step forward and pointed to the door. "It's the master's order! Get out of here now! ”

There was a brief silence.

What happened next surprised Bergman once again. Because the agency steward simply directly disobeyed her orders, and still stubbornly stood in place. "Piano ......"

I don't know what the abomination on the other side wants to say, but Bergman has no intention of stopping him. Probably, it's the first time I've been so angry with this agency steward.

So, the next sentence that Days said came to her ears so clearly. "I want ...... Learn to play the piano. ”

"What did you say?" As if hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world, a smile appeared on Bergman's originally tense face. Not a good-natured smile, but a sneer full of mocking disdain.

The Steward maintained a bowed and respectful posture. "As you said, maybe no matter how hard I try, the music I can play on this piano is fake, it's all fake. However, I wish I could ...... At least to be able to get close to real music. ”

The sneer on Miss Lich's face became even more obvious: "It's really funny. How could an abomination samurai like you, who had been created for killing from the beginning, want to learn a piano that Hausbull didn't match? ”

As expected, the agency steward did not answer any similar rebuttals. But he turned around directly, stretched out his crystal arm again, and slowly but surely tapped lightly on the keys, and the tune that Bergman hummed in his sleep came out so slowly.

And the anger of the singer of this tune himself has exploded again: "Stop me!! A killing machine like you doesn't deserve to touch my piano at all! ”

Amid Miss Lich's rebuke, the notes continued to dance.

"You don't deserve to study any art at all! All you have to do is take the order and go to the battlefield to harvest the lives of your kind! Bergman, who had been ignored many times, was cursing the guy in front of him as much as he could. But she's never been good at this kind of behavior, so even if she tries to be aggressive no matter how much she tries to, the lackluster language is constantly making her expression less effective. It sounds more like a reluctant compromise.

However, the other party finally responded, although the piano never stopped. "So...... I just want to learn how to play the piano......" The voice of the housekeeper was no different from usual, but anyone could hear the firmness contained in these simple words. "Because I've ...... I don't want to go back to that kind of battlefield anymore. ”

Miss Bergman stood stunned, no longer thinking of stopping her eccentric butler.

She didn't know if every Abomination Samurai would behave so strangely, maybe the more advanced the Mechanism Hate Samurai, the more affected by the creation of spells, the closer it was to normal demons, right? Miss Lich comforted herself.

At this moment, the orders given in the capacity of the master were completely ineffective, and it was impossible for her to rely on force to stop the combat expert in front of the piano, and she did not want to stop it.

Bergman himself was not extremely disgusted with the so-called war. Whether it is with the Aegean invaders, or the perennial mutual conflict between the three continents of the demon race. Her eyes, aren't they......

Forget it, let him do whatever this agency steward wants to do.

Even if you are yourself, you can't sit in front of the piano completely twenty-four hours a day. In his spare time to rest and conceive and create, he likes to engage in this kind of clumsy imitation, and it is up to him to treat it as an indirect salary. Miss Bergman deceived herself and persuaded herself, and slowly turned away from her studio.

Leaving Deas #8226 behind, Mondstadt remained upright, fumbling softly on the black and white keys.

*******

The wide plain with green grass is dotted with several verdant and vigorous ancient trees that are like umbrellas. There were a few faint white clouds floating in the sky, and on the distant horizon, at the beginning of the meeting of the sky and the earth, the rising Emperor Polo was elegantly emerging, with an infinitely warm and moving golden light.

"Humphrey! Humphrey! "On the horizon, on the grass, under the trees, whether it is around me or in the distance, I can't see the figure of that hateful silver pupil." Humphrey! ”

The Lich Girl wept helplessly on the prairie, and though tears had blurred her eyes countless times, she still stubbornly cried out, searching, "Wait for me...... Humphrey......"

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