611 – Anthem (1)
Music is a god-sanctioned drug. It’s a story I’ve heard at least once in my life.
They danced and sang to praise Dionysus, the god of wine in Greek and Roman mythology.
As these origins continued, the art of music was born and developed more and more as an art.
Unlike the Middle Ages, modern music is diverse and cannot be pinpointed and explained, but the fact that it is music does not change.
Even in this world, music occupies a large portion of art. Recall that the Lirus Orchestra is the most famous art group in the world.
In some cases, groups like the Lyrus Orchestra perform music, and in other cases, individuals carry their instruments and perform music.
The latter are bards. Bards spread their songs as they wander around the world.
A knight’s heroic story, a nobleman’s good deed, a king’s policy, and so on. It spreads through poems and songs.
A bard is a singer, but there is no bard who sings with the power of an orchestra.
Bards are not included in the band unless they are vocalists or choruses.
The reasons are various, but it is probably because bards are basically wandering beings, and orchestras are commissioned to perform music.
‘It’s hard to choose a song that suits me…’
I promised to sing a congratulatory song, but even choosing a song was a struggle. Why?
Most of the congratulatory songs are single-minded, but look at me. It’s already been stamped as a flirt all over the world.
In this situation, if I sing a congratulatory song close to that of a genuine man… I’m ashamed of myself. The level of just swapping conscience with a taffy seller.
Moreover, people who look at me badly may laugh at me because I am cheap. I won’t express it openly, but there is an if.
In addition, the gaze toward Marie can also be bad. Marie confessed first, and I also accepted her heart, but things got twisted.
The atmosphere of the wedding, which should have been the happiest in the world, could have deteriorated with just one congratulatory song.
‘To break this down…’
Rather than the stigma of being a flirt, I prefer the format I cling to, so that it lives up to the stigma. Then at least it’ll be fun.
However, like most congratulatory songs, there were only contents about innocence. Because of this, it took several days just to select the song.
Fortunately, I was able to choose a song somehow, but the difficulty of the song was extremely high.
Just in case, I went to Mora and remembered the lyrics and melody and sang the song…
“Mora Mora?”
[··· ···]
“Hello? Mora?”
[Uh, huh? Did you call everyone?]
It was so terrible that even the lively Mora kept silent.
If it was normal, he would have teased me saying ‘You really can’t sing?’
However, there is an unwritten rule that says you shouldn’t make fun of a really screwed up person. Mora must be feeling that way right now.
[Yeah, if you sing hard, that kid will like it too! And who will make fun of you?]
Mora offered belated comfort, but it was already too late. I realized that my singing skills were ruinous.
As Mora said, as long as she sings hard, Marie will die of joy. maybe even laugh out loud
But my pride won’t allow it. It’s a gift of memories to Marie who is dedicated to me, but I can’t do it roughly.
“That’s just a clown. I don’t intend to be a clown.”
[Then I can’t help but…]
“How can you not do it with divinity?”
I asked with hope. As Mora explained before, divinity is time.
Beings who explain time with physical laws and furthermore count them as ‘units’.
So, I hoped that Divinity would be able to fix my ruinous singing skills.
[That’s hard. Talent is a part of being imprinted on a genetic basis. Even if you don’t know the gender, it takes a long time to touch the genes related to a specific part.]
“Why is gender possible?”
[If you change just one chromosome, that’s it. How easy is that?]
“······”
As Mora explained: While changing gender can be done by finding one specific gene, talent like singing requires changing various fields.
Whether it’s the structure of the vocal cords, how to use them, how well you use abdominal breathing, and so on.
All things are complicated and turned into one talent. Changing them one by one is practically an operation.
[Right now, there are things I am good at and there are things I am not good at, right? For us, talent is a domain. Just as I govern peace and my brother governs war. Each of them should take on the field they are good at.]
“Then what about the god turning into a beast and playing around?”
[That’s not a genetic change, it’s a transformation using magic. If you changed your genes, you would have become a real beast, right?]
God is also an unknown being. It would be quicker to give up understanding.
In any case, it means that there is virtually no way to improve my singing skills. I don’t want to be humiliated like this.
[If you’re really worried, can’t you practice here? I will help you.]
“Are you Mora?”
[yes. Once upon a time, my assistant…]
Maura paused as she spoke. It stayed silent as if it was broken.
When he tilted her head, Mora cleared her throat and continued speaking in a calm voice.
[sorry. The words came out wrong. I’ve watched countless beings who can sing well even if they look like this. Teaching a single mortal is not a job even if you have ingested divinity.]
“Can I trust you?”
[Do you dare to doubt God?]
“I believe in Luminus-sama, but Mora-sama is so…”
[Wow.]
Mora grumbled at my answer, but couldn’t protest much. It must have been done to me once or twice.
Anyway, I was trained by Mora after that. I worked hard with the determination to make Marie happy.
[no! Mix falsetto, falsetto! The falsetto is important for the song you sing!]
“How do you mix it up?”
[Did you ever sing when you were living on Earth?]
“There has to be.”
[when?]
“When it comes to performance evaluation.”
At that time, I sang Osolemio really hard. The music teacher also gave a generous evaluation.
Mora seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment, then let out a deep sigh and muttered:
[······yes. Still, I found a body that fits my soul as much as possible, so it worked. Because we are up.]
things will work out? I tried to ignore the self-deprecating Mora.
[Can’t you sing another song? There are many better songs. This is an objectively difficult song.]
“No. It’s the only song I’m clinging to that’s suitable for a celebration song.”
[You’re really stubborn at times like this.]
“If you’re having a hard time, tell Ruminus-sama…”
[ruler! Let’s start right away! I’ll turn that demonic skill into a human!]
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A few days after Mora’s stress rises day by day thanks to Isaac’s ruinous singing ability.
The orchestra that has gained the greatest recognition worldwide, the Lirus Orchestra, has arrived at the Myshal estate.
In a few days, a wedding that was like a festival in the territory was scheduled to take place, and the Lirus orchestra was invited.
In the case of the Lyrus orchestra, even nobles could be invited only by spending a large amount of money, but Isaac was an exception.
Given that the honor of being able to include music in the world’s first film was given to the Lirus orchestra, this is an easy feat.
However, Isaac has no choice but to pay the commission, which is to compose music for the celebration.
I don’t know anything else, but composing was the same as being a musician’s pride, so the Lyrus Orchestra was also willing to accept the amount Isaac paid.
“That’s really sweet.”
Rerus, who received the song to be used for the congratulatory song from Isaac, gave a congratulatory review.
He held a crystal ball for recording in his hand, and Isaac sang a song playing on the ball.
How much Mora whipped her up from ‘a devil would call’ to ‘okay’.
If Rerus heard that song, it’s the devil! I would have shouted Fortunately, that didn’t happen.
“Is the talent of the artist who saved the world unique? I’ve never heard of something like this before.”
It is an illusion. It was nothing more than bringing the song of the previous life as it was.
However, it is more a dream than a dream. Rerus admired that Isaac was influencing the art itself.
If this song and your own music are combined, the bard and the orchestra can combine to appear in a different form.
A troubadour who enjoys wandering, and an orchestra whose wandering is difficult. Beings that cannot be mixed.
Rerus played with his handsomely grown mustache, then gave a deep smile.
“Somehow the period was short, so I guess I already had it all figured out.”
In addition to the singing voice flowing from the crystal ball, Isaac conveyed the lyrics and composition.
How about the first intro, how about the highlights, how about the middle, and so on.
It would have been difficult if I had been asked to recklessly create this kind of atmosphere, but since I had already conceived and delivered everything, the level of difficulty was very easy.
Of course, it’s not without problems. Although the Lyrus orchestra is the best in the world, it is closer to the orchestra.
However, what Isaac wants is a ‘small’ orchestra, not a ‘large’ orchestra. In fact, it’s embarrassing to even call it an orchestra.
“Captain. All preparations are complete.”
While listening to Isaac’s song for a while, a member of the group approached Lirus and talked to him.
In response, Rirus also put the crystal ball into his bosom for a while and stood up.
“Yes. Then, are all the ‘instruments’ that Isaac said prepared?”
“Yes. Although the sense of rhythm is important, it won’t be difficult to handle. Rather, it’s a new material, so everyone is excited.”
“Okay. It’s prepared by him himself, so handle it carefully. It will be useful for our orchestra later.”
Eventually, Rirus entered the room where preparations were in full swing with the members.
As the Myshal estate is a place where artists from all over the world gather, there is also a space for musicians.
Also, the space for great masters like the Lyrus orchestra is the same. However, compared to the space, there seemed to be very few members preparing.
“But what did that instrument say? I heard that it was made by Helium.”
Rerus asked the member, pointing at the newspaper items lying flat in the middle.
A percussion instrument that Isaac borrowed memories from his previous life and secretly requested from Cecily.
“I’ve heard that it’s a drum… it’s a kind of percussion instrument.”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen that many drums.”
“Still, it’s a great instrument to give a beat. I wondered how they came up with that idea.”
It was an instrument that would appear only a few hundred years later if it was ‘according to history’.