An irresistible heart and will

Chapter 10 - The Art of Enlightenment

"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

[Ddraig speaking]

{Albion speaking}

<<Past wielders speaking>>

(...) Scene change

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The Lionheart chateau was bustling with guests, their laughter and chatter filling the room. The elegant decor with chandeliers illuminating every corner of the room made it feel like a dreamy wonderland. The guests were dressed to the nines, in luxurious gowns and suits, each trying to outdo the others in their elegance.

As the night progressed, the guests began to shift their attention towards the stage placed in the corner of the room, where a beautiful maid with shoulder-length inky black hair and radiant red eyes sat behind a grand piano. They watched her with curious eyes as she skillfully ran her fingers over the ivory keys, and the soft notes of a melody began to gently fill the air.

The tune grew louder, enthralling the guests with its hypnotic spell as it filled their ears. It was a majestic classical piece that echoed through the halls of the chateau with ease, and the guests listened in awe as the maid showcased her musical talent.

As the piano played, the maid's fingers moved with utmost precision, the melody transitioning from soft and delicate to a powerful crescendo. The sound of the piano complementing her fingers was like magic, and the guests were all witnesses to this enchanting moment.

The room had fallen silent as the guests were captivated by her melodic performance, and her music seemed to have drowned out everything else. The chateau was alive in the quietness fueled by her rhythmic playing.

The maid continued her performance, her concentration undeterred by the sea of guests around her. Once the last note of her angelic melody faded away; the room erupted with thunderous applause.

The maid bowed to the applauding crowd, they all acknowledged her with warm smiles and nods of appreciation. She smiled, curtsied, and left the room - her music still lingering.

After a few minutes, she reached the receptionist hall to continue her duties.

"I must confess that was glorious," an elderly man with a gentlemen's attributes said. He had spikey brown hair, a well-trimmed beard, and wise blue eyes.

"It was nothing really; playing the piano is a means of expressing myself," the young woman truthfully answered. "As a matter of fact, Music itself is a powerful tool; people use it to express themselves in different ways."

"Fairlie, I assume you are feeling melodious - melodious is the style you displayed back there; enchanting all the guests," the man said smiling, doing his receptionist paperwork. "The sweet music filled the air, a magical sound so grand and fair."

"Glyde-sama, you know my fondness for classical music," the maid named Fairlie shrugged and pouted her lips. "Besides, I have been subdued by that feeling since I met him."

A dazzling smile, like the sun, graced her lips as she gazed at her necklace - given to her by a certain charming man.

"Hoh," marvelled the receptionist, "Has your relationship with the Sekiryuutei progressed that far? The crimson-haired ruin princess won't be too pleased with that," he snickered scratching his beard. "Or maybe not, last I heard he is a shameless pervert who possesses a plundering desire to become a harem king."

"A-Actually," Fairlie initiated. "Glyde-sama, a mask viles things - behind the mask, there lies a murderous desire for comfort."

Glyde was deeply absorbed in his letters, but to hear the languid maid using such a foreboding tone must mean something. He glanced at her with piqued interest, "By that you mean the pervert part is a mask?"