149 – 150. The 11th player.
The savvy successor of the Athena Guild.
Due to Minerva’s sudden remark, the situation in Athena’s guild was chaos itself.
However, it is the 3rd out of 3 things that puts off a planned task because of confusion or a bad situation.
“Today’s performance requires more attention than usual. Do you understand?”
“””””Yes!”””””
Originally, Minerva’s solo drink, the owner of the Queen Siren subjugation, would have been included, but it’s meaningless to blame something that isn’t there.
On the contrary, the members of the orchestra stepped forward to the stage, taking comfort in the fact that they could show their original skills without involving a single clumsy player.
[Then, let’s start the concert of [Heroes], A revolutionary contributor to the Queen Siren subjugation!]
“…Whoops.”
The curtain rises slowly.
The public watching the orchestra.
I hold the baton in the midst of countless gazes.
‘One…Two…’
Recalling the rhythm in my heart
‘Three…Four—-!’
Accurate tempo. Perfect timing.
The moment you announce the start of the performance by raising the baton in your hand
─Pipriririk?!
“…….”
The sound of wind instruments jumped out.
A fleeting cacophony. He was somehow able to bury himself in the sounds of the supporting instruments, but he couldn’t fool his ears.
‘Let’s see later.’
I glared at the performer who made a slight mistake.
How dare you show a mistake in a concert representing the Athena Guild?
No matter how nervous I was, the fact that I made a mistake from the beginning was evidence of lack of practice.
─Duduk, Duk!
─Ting!!!
“…..?”
At least until then, he thought it was a matter of practice.
─Doo-doo-doo–Kwajik!
─Hiririririk!
‘What is this…’
Instruments breaking down in real time, beyond the level of cacophony.
You lose your coordination and your hands start to get numb.
My hands get numb, my breath drops
When breathing stops, the joint is twisted
If the sum is distorted, the overall shape collapses.
You can never impress ‘God’ from a ‘play’ whose form has collapsed.
‘The protection… Is disappearing…?!’
The protection of the muse that was always fully felt inside the body.
The feeling that a lifelong companion, who has devoted his whole life to practicing, is leaving far away.
It’s strange.
This is impossible.
Originally, the divine protection of music, the divine protection of a muse, should not disappear in this way.
‘Even if my skills decline… What is the meaning of protection disappearing!’
There may be variations in individual skills.
However, it was impossible for the Muse’s protection to disappear as a reward for dedicating the performance.
Moreover, it was unheard of in the world that the blessings of countless musicians were disappearing like now.
‘It’s like hell.’
It is difficult to continue playing.
Every moment, every word was a series of pain.
I feel like I want to break the baton and leave right now.
Making trash with my own hands, a situation that makes me hate myself even more as I know it.
‘Why…Why, why, why are you doing this to us…!’
Even when the performance reaches its end
Even though the climax was reached, the fantasy of the muse did not appear.
The only thing that exists is a cacophony that bothers both ears.
Why
Why
For what reason
Does the Muse abandon us and take away His protection?
‘──No way’
A memory flashed through my head at that moment.
One day, a person who declared himself blessed by one of the muse goddesses, Ur-sama.
Memories of harassing, discriminating, and partially pushing that person back.
‘Could it be because of that…?’
No, no.
That shouldn’t have been the reason.
God is always fair.
As much as that, on the contrary, he was also a heartless and indifferent person to humans.
That’s why——I didn’t take away the favor by merely slandering or disparaging someone.
There is only one thing they can do to take away the divine protection and get rid of it.
Desecrate music.
In other words——to harm a player who is better than oneself… Is, no, no.
“Keuk…!”
He gripped the baton tightly.
A baton slightly bent by the grip.
But he didn’t care and continued playing.
‘Our musicians, our efforts, and our values are at best worse than ‘that’?’
There can be geniuses.
The presence of genius can exist anywhere.
However, to a kid who has not yet reached maturity, and who is only playing as a hobby.
Are you saying that those of us who have made playing a profession, made playing a living, and dedicated our lives solely to playing are left behind…?
“Bussing…”
Waves the baton.
“Don’t talk bullsh*t…!”
Rough. A little more drastic.
I shake the baton more passionately to release the emotions that fill my body, but…
“Director…”
“!,…….Ah…”
Gaiho doesn’t come back even after the performance is over.
An existence that has already faded away.
“…Muse..”
The conductor just went down.
Everybody goes down, someone else goes up.
[──♬]
“…………..”
The performance started.
Trash music. Music that I don’t like.
Compared to the elites he has collected, he is insignificant.
However, the muse responded to their performance and overlaid a beautiful illusion on top of reality.
“…Why…”
A question that has no answer.
The conductor blankly watched the performance.
The performance begins, the performance ends, and the repetition of the beginning and the end.
And finally.
[This is the end of the 10th stage.]
“……Let’s get ready.”
The 10th stage.
The final stage of the concert is over.
All that remains is our encore performance──
[Next, there will be ‘Truth’ by ‘Ur’. Please greet everyone with applause. ]
“………??”
─This should have been.
Eleventh.
The 11th performer that does not exist and is not listed in the entry.
Even alone, a woman stealing the name of ‘Ur’, a part of ‘Muse’, steps onto the stage.
[…It’s been a while since I’ve been in a place like this.]
“…………”
Hidden head under a white veil.
Aqua-colored hair visible beyond the tip.
Without holding any instruments, she began to sing, bringing her mouth to her microphone.
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A person looking through the screen.
Aqua-colored hair covered by a veil, but not covered.
“Are you saying it comes out directly?”
She grabs the microphone and starts singing.
No, actually, I’m not sure if I should call this a song.
I said ‘sing’ as an expression, but…
[Ah─────♬]
“……Um…”
There are no lyrics.
A song that is sung only with vocalization, pitch and technique.
A voice that seems to be pleading for something without words or lyrics.
There was no specific meaning or meaning in it.
What exists is just a question.
I don’t know what the hell he wanted to do…
“Ah… Uhhhhh!”
“…Minerva?”
Minerva half-conscious and starts to cry.
The chat window is either frozen or broken, and not a single chat is coming up.
I typed ‘?’ Out of curiosity and it doesn’t look like it’s broken…
“Ur’s voice. Ur’s song is a song that approaches the ‘soul’.”
“My…You look okay again?”
“Trait, wise mother. Mai is not possessed by anyone other than her brother.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve heard that.”
So what do you want to say?
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“My brother is currently resisting the ‘Hyunmoangcheo’ trait.”
“Uh…Isn’t it?”
“That’s why.”
“……Ah!”
I roughly understood Mai’s words.
In other words, while resisting Mai’s wise mother and wife, it seemed that at the same time, she was defending against the mental attack Ur-sister had inflicted on her.
“Then… Am I the only one who can’t hear this?”
“You can hear it. You just filter out what you want.”
“How do you filter that?”
“I can tell you. But maybe it doesn’t mean anything…”
That’s right, since the performance is already over…?
[…Thank you for listening♬]
“Ah…”
In the end, the performance ended without even being heard.
Anyway, just hearing the voice right away, I felt that it was a very good song, so it seems that I sang it with a lot of sincerity.
‘I’ll have to ask my sister to call me back later.’
I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket.
And then, I tried to tell Minerva what to do next——but
“I’m sorry… Because of me, because of me alone… I’m really sorry…!”
“…Minerva?”
She runs towards me and she hugs me as she is.
I have been apologizing while shedding tears, but I don’t know why.
“I can’t believe this…”
“My brother must be very much loved by the Goddess.”
“Really…”
Symptoms caused by Ur sister’s song.
I’m not sure what I saw through the song, but Minerva right next to me is like this.
─Tiriririk♬
“…Mars.”
The sound of the phone ringing right away.
I picked up my cell phone and answered the call.
[…Chrono. I apologize in advance.]
Sorry
But I really can’t stand it.
[I… I’m coming after destroying the Athena Guild.]
“STAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
No!
Stop Guild Wars!
Even if I can’t do it now!
[…………..]
“…Mars?”
A strangely quiet sound.
Could it be that you really broke it in half? Did you mute it to break everything?
In a fleeting moment, around the time 50 thousand thoughts circulate
[What]
“No… That, what is it…”
A low-pitched voice.
I don’t think I broke anything…
“…Are you saying goodbye?”
[Don’t break]
“Oh, yes”
I would like to say hello.
I just wanted to say hello.
…But does that make sense?
‘To be honest, I was thinking about the aftermath’
Mars has a fever, will he listen to me?
This is something that couldn’t have happened unless at least something hit your head——so it happened?
“Because I was hit in the head, or because I sucked medicine through my ears?”
Then this can’t be…
At the time the ‘Greek solution’ slowly came to mind in my head.
“Not that”
“…I didn’t say anything.”
Mai says.
“It loosens up over time. And it doesn’t hurt my brother or the sisters around him.”
“…But…”
“Everybody was worried about you. Nothing has changed.”
“…………”
A strange feeling left in my heart.
At this, Mai said.
“Ur-sama did what he did for his brother. You may not like him. But…
…I think it’s too much to be angry about that.”
“…………..”
Collective brainwashing.
Damage to civilians.
The aftermath and so on.
About the many miscellaneous thoughts that come up in your head
“My brother told me.”
Mai says.
“The gods often interfere with heroes.”
“…You call me a hero?”
“Looks like you’re doing it.”
“………..”
I can’t deny it.
Anyway, I get what you want to say.
“Do you know what kind of squad leader I am? I get angry every time?”
Ur Noona did this for me after all.
In addition, it did not harm everyone.
Thinking of people as ‘Greek gods’ is an excessive measure.
Of course, other people don’t think about it at all, but it’s also ‘Greek’.
“I’ll see if I can tell you later. And since it happened, try using what you can use.”
The word “Rather good” Suits the current situation.
I modified the plan moderately in my head.
‘The next hitter… Is sure to be Merck.’
You should know how to use Squite, maybe you can finish it easily.
As an aside
“………..”
“…Why are you looking at me like that?”
Mai looks at me with her eyes wide open.
“Your brother…Didn’t he have an anger control disorder…?”
“Hey?”
Why do you make people stupid?
“I thought it was a limited team leader.”
“That’s why you started doing weird things over there—”
“The vulva too?”
“—It seems to be the sub-team leader.”
Should I do it reflexively because there are so many burns?
…You should also get hit in the back of the head three times in a row. Is it like this or not?