Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 21

Translator: Latte Proofreader: Sarcasm & Adulldoll

‘Huh.’

Vincent wanted to laugh when he saw Aria getting so worked up.

Her hands were far too small, and even her feet couldn’t reach the pedals below.

She was so short that her legs just kept fluttering in the air, and honestly… it looked somewhat cute.

‘She’s such a child.’

Vincent thought with a smug look on his face.

“Come now, don’t fool around with that organ. It’s not something that you can carelessly touch.”

It took three years for the famous craftsman, Picarro, to make that organ. It was more than just an ordinary instrument, it was a masterpiece that he had made with his own hands.

‘It’d be too reckless to let an ignorant child touch such a priceless musical instrument,” Vincent thought as he walked over to Aria.

However, as Aria’s fingers started dancing across the keys, he immediately stopped in his tracks.

Her limber fingers coaxed one melody after another, producing notes that were weaved with such beauty that everything around him became a blur, a transcending experience.

‘Toccata and Fugue in D minor.’

It was a masterpiece of the Baroque Era composed by none other than the famous Maestro Cortez.

Her dramatic slow movements at the start… Adagio.

Aria had taken complete control over the instrument.

The reverberation of every note was perfect, the tempo was magnificent, and the dynamics thoroughly conveyed her feelings.

Slowly, the music filled the room to the brim as the source’s slender fingers danced sweetly on the keys.

Her legato approach seemed to add tension to the hand, which produced a heavier sound, making the absence of the pedal as nothing but an insignificant matter.

‘And she was able to do this… with such tiny hands.’

Her head leaned towards the keys, hair falling past serenely shut eyes.

These keys, to her, were a touch to a lover.

Sometimes overwhelming, yet occasionally sweet.

‘The instrument of an angel that leads the soul to heaven…’ Vincent recalled the name of the organ.

Suddenly, his gaze darted to his forearm.

He had goosebumps.

“….Heroic Symphony,” Vincent muttered unknowingly.

Sinfonia Eroica, a piece that broke boundaries of form, length, harmony, and perceived emotional and possibly cultural content, but… it was never composed for the organs.

Nonetheless, Aria’s hands kept flying across the long ivory keys as she poured her heart and soul into the song.

Suddenly, the key changed.

Ben, the composer of the song, had a nickname for the organ.

‘The Emperor of Musical Instruments.’

The angel’s performance instantly signaled the reign of an emperor.

She translated the music she heard into notes on an organ with incredible accuracy and even recreated complicated passages from classical music instantly.