Chapter 12. Changing story (9)
This is Ludwig.
His low voice reached the other side, and after a moment of silence, permission was granted.
Come on in.
Adrine’s voice gently rang in my ears.
The moment he heard it, Ludwig felt something stabbing coming from the fingertips holding the doorknob.
Why?
It’s just that the person across from him wasn’t the person he was looking for.
Even so, his heart, not his head, was pounding and shouting.
that something is wrong
Did people say that sometimes even if something happens that the head can’t follow, the body reacts first?
I felt that this was just the case.
“Excuse me. Princess Adrine. Maybe I’m in the way… … .”
“Interruption. Of course, it might be a little rude to try to enter a room where a woman full of marriageable age is alone.”
He said that, but a mischievous smile was etched on his lips.
It must have been her own consideration for noticing that he was stiff and trying to lighten the mood by throwing a joke.
Moreover, it was not wrong, so Ludwig handed over an apology saying that he would be more careful in the future and went inside quietly.
“Did you come here because of the singing voice?”
“It must be half right and half wrong. Actually, I was just curious about the performer of this song.”
“ah… … .”
A shadow fell on Adrine’s face.
It was only a fleeting moment, and it quickly returned to its usual bright expression, but Ludwig could clearly see it.
Maybe it has something to do with why I was standing in a daze in the garden today.
“You look surprised by the look on your face.”
“Yes, a little bit.”
“Cuckoo, it’s worth it. To think that such a naive-looking woman is playing Bahun alone in a room… I would be surprised too.”
I didn’t mean to affirm it in that sense.
However, it was not wrong to think that the first impression and hobbies were quite different, so Ludwig averted his gaze without any denial.
Now that I think about it, I wondered if it would come as no surprise to me that, as Christian’s blood relative, she was also good at playing musical instruments.
You’re a man who can’t hide his insides well.
It was a very different impression from his always sly and easy-going Nanggun.
‘I’ve thought about it from the beginning, but he looks like a gentleman to be the princess of Bayemurn.’
It was said that the eldest daughter of the Weimurn family of the world was the man with whom he had agreed to share the future, so there was an impression she was looking for.
A bit more rugged and manly, but with a sense of confidence.
It might have been more so because the name Emilia was about to show off her prestige as a martial artist.
‘It suits me well.’
Even so, I thought that the two of them would be a good pair if they were standing together.
Since ancient times, a picture of a good man and a woman has become a painting of a wide range in any era, but these two people had a unique atmosphere among them.
Did you say aura? If there was a central point in the world, I felt something so unique that I wondered if it was them.
Adrine, who had been staring at Ludwig blankly, quickly came to her senses and shook her head vigorously.
Maybe I’m thinking useless thoughts with the person I’m talking to standing in front of me.
Picking up this Bahun makes me feel sentimental.
It’s been years since I’ve been determined to fix it.
“Bahun’s appearance is unique.”
“Yes? I hear it often.”
Breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence, Ludwig threw out his impressions of Bahun’s appearance.
Immediately saying that it was right, Adrine held it out as if presenting it to him, supporting Bahun with her hand.
The barhun, in the form of a fairly thick and long wind instrument, seemed quite large to hold in her small hands.
Moreover, as the two said, it was not a color or design that women would prefer, rather it was closer to a more masculine atmosphere.
A bit rugged, but with an old-fashioned look.
Ludwig had it in Adrine’s hand, so he had an impression that it was unbalanced but strangely like his own.
“May I ask what tune you were playing earlier?”
“It’s a song called a song of reminiscence. It’s a little old song, but it’s quite famous.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”
At least he was well versed in painting, but he was almost blind to music, so he didn’t know many songs.
The meaning that such Ludwig overheard would mean that the song was quite widely known.
‘The song name sounds familiar.’
where did you hear
It was definitely the first time I heard the melody, but the title was quite familiar.
In general, if you’ve heard a song a few times, you’ll most likely remember the tune, but you won’t be able to remember just the title.
“Are you playing here on a regular basis?”
I couldn’t come up with a source for the title of the song even when I recalled memories of Amman, so I decided to dismiss it as a whim.
Perhaps it was something she had heard from Julia when she was staying at the Baiemurn family.
Unlike him, she is also well versed in music, so she often introduces songs she enjoys listening to.
“Not every day, sometimes.”
“It would be nice if I could tell it to Prince Volfer.”
Suddenly, her lover’s last name came out, and Adriene’s eyes widened for an instant.
And then, a corner of his mouth raised playfully.
Maybe this man can say this because he doesn’t know what kind of personality his lover is.
“Pufu, unfortunately, I am a person who has no ties to this kind of thing. You’d be lucky if you didn’t pick up your ears.”
He’s not a bad-tempered man.
Although he has a somewhat smirk, he has a friendly personality and is a man who knows how to be polite to his superiors.
It’s just that he’s the owner of the impression of drawing the feeling of being ‘manly’ on a board.
He likes to drink, and rather than listening to music or looking at paintings, holding a sword in his hand suits him better.
That’s why I don’t think he’ll be interested in this kind of thing, so I haven’t shown it in front of him yet.
On the other hand, it seems that Adrine’s answer didn’t quite convince him.
Ludwig sighed and drooled, then shook his head low.
Although he had never met the eldest son of the Duke of Volfer, at least it didn’t occur to him that he would be like that.
“I do not know. I think a little differently.”
“You’re not taking sides with the same guy, right?”
“It can’t be. I am just giving my opinion.”
Of course, there may be some individual differences.
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Just when Ludwig changed his position and imagined it, if his lover showed this unexpected side, he would be happy if he was surprised or delighted, but he did not seem to show an indifferent reaction.
Even if it’s a field that you normally don’t have an interest in, wouldn’t it be possible to pay attention to it at least once?
Adriene, who was listening to his passionate speech, nodded her head slightly, as if there was a part that she thought was appropriate.
Well, come to think of it, he’s not such a heartless man.
Maybe it was just that I was overthinking it too much.
“I will gladly take your advice. For some reason, it feels strange that Confucius seems to know him better than I do.”
“hahahaha… … .”
Is that part the point?
Emilia did the same, and I thought that a woman’s jealousy was triggered from a very strange place.
In a way, it means that there is that much affection, so should I take it as a good thing?
As the newlyweds are about to get married, it may be more because it is in the middle of roasting sesame salt.
“Can I play one more song to thank you for your advice?”
“Are you okay? Prince Volfer would be disappointed.”
“He’s such a generous person, so he’ll be fine.”
He is the owner of a big-hearted personality, whether in a good or bad way.
As an honest woman, I wish she would be jealous when I tell her that she sang the song to another man first.
But what can I do? Unfortunately, the one who likes a little more lives at a loss.
“What is the title?”
“It’s a song called ‘A Gray Wind at Sunset’.”
“It’s a song title I don’t know.”
“Yes? Actually, that’s how I feel.”
In the first place, she had never thought deeply about an instrument or song before playing it.
Whether the mood of the song is sad or bright, what is the story in this song and what kind of mindset should be played.
I just continued to play silently in this spot to remember the past.
If someone who is well versed in this field hears it, I think it would be an attitude that would raise a roar right away.
Adrine, who had personally pulled out a chair and handed it over to him, quietly stood in the center of the room.
Ludwig, who happened to be his only audience member, controlled himself to appreciate it as seriously as possible.
“You don’t have to be nervous. Because I’m not even a famous musician. Please feel free to enjoy it.”
“Because being comfortable and being polite are two different things. At least I will do my best as an example.”
“You’re being boring.”
That’s what I said, but I still couldn’t do it, so I was grateful.
I used to be an audience, but now I am a performer.
But neither father nor mother.
In this mansion, there was no one who would listen to his performance with the joyful attitude of just a concert.
That’s really ironic.
Why is this tired heart being comforted by a man who has never seen it before?
At least I would have been a little more courageous if you were by my side now.
It was the moment when I miss the face of a lover who went to a distant province today.
“Does Confucius miss anyone?”
“I miss you… If there is, there must be.”
These are beings that are not easy to even think of now.
I don’t know if I should call this feeling longing, but the faces that sometimes appear in my memory, albeit vaguely.
Even if they are destined to never see each other again, they are also people I do not want to forget until the day I close my eyes.
“Actually, this song expresses longing. The same goes for the song of reminiscence from earlier.”
“There must be a meaning in the song.”
“Yeah. I didn’t know at first either, but someone who often listened to this song told me about it.”
It’s called ‘heard’.
Even though it was only in the past tense, for some reason it sounded as if Ludwig couldn’t hear it anymore.
And I could feel that her voice was getting more and more watery.
But I didn’t bother to point it out.
He wasn’t the one telling the story, he was just an audience.
“Please listen carefully.”
“Yes.”
The tone of Bahun, which is low and melancholy, resonates.
Like the stories in cartoons and novels he had seen before, the spectacle of musical notes floating in the sky and colorful singing sounds unfortunately did not happen.
Even so, Ludwig seemed to have a vague idea of the meaning behind this rhyme.
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Just as a novelist tells a heartfelt story and a painter tells his thoughts and stories through a picture, this performer was conveying his words through song.
In his narrowed eyes, he saw a phrase written at the end of Bahun.
I heard that sometimes the person who made the instrument puts their name on it. Thinking it might be that, I kept my vision as clear as possible.
‘Crystian Vistenbach’.
His pupils widened slightly as he read each little letter.
However, in the end, the ripples subsided, and there was only a calmly submerged lake as if everything had been noticed.
‘It was like that.’
Only now did I know.
The sadness on Adrine’s face.
The song she played while remembering someone.
Not wanting to let go of Bahun, which didn’t suit him, while holding onto it with his slender hands.
Maybe even the reason why she stood alone in the garden all alone.
Around the time the song died down, Ludwig got up from his seat without saying anything to the woman who turned around.
Only the rustling of his sleeves could be heard, and by the time he opened the door and took a step cautiously, only Adrine’s voice could be heard.
Although it was not clearly heard in his ears, it was as if he heard a vague thank you.