The Villainess Returns with a System

35: Rhapsody (4) [Triple Chapter 3/3]

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(Part 3)

"Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you at last." Theodore Nightingale greeted the Prince first rather than Madame Sophie, who introduced every student as they went on the stage.

"Sir Theodore, I am but a mere student here. Please, don't stand up for me."

Very politely and humbly, the Prince showed extreme respect to his nation's top musician, and the two men were almost about to kiss each other's asses.

"As you wish, your Highness. We are excited to hear you play." At that time, Sir Hans von Steinberg, the judge from Buren, decided to cut the ass-kissery short.

"Right. What piece will you be playing, your Highness?" Sir Hans asked.

"My partner, Lady Matilda, and I have chosen to play the Light of the Saints." The Prince answered.

Not everyone knew why but a huge smile appeared on the faces of both Madame Sophie and Sir Hans while Sir Theodore Nightingale's expressions couldn't be read.

After all, it is not a piece of his making but rather a very common and known piece that can be said to have been heard a thousand times by everyone. While it is a piece composed by Saint Amadeus, something that has been heard so many times becomes rather... mundane.

The judges sat back down and waited for it to be played. Usually, this would be played with a piano and a violin but it could easily be seen that when Prince Liam sat in front of the Piano, Matilda didn't seem to bring a violin or rather pick one. She proceeded to stand directly at the center of the stage and faced the judge.

"Oh! A vocalist?"

With that question, the whole situation flipped on its head. The Light of the Saints was usually an instrumental piece that most vocalists would avoid except those select few that can reach the Whistle Register, which can be considered unattainable for many.

If she can reach such an impressive note then forget about Theodore Nightingale and his shenanigans, he wouldn't be able to voice a word.

And so in that lightly lit hall draped in silken veils, the prince's fingers caressed the ivory keys of the piano with ethereal grace, conjuring cascades of arpeggios that shimmer like starlight. Each chord resonated with celestial longing, paving the way for Matilda, whose voice ascended to the heavens with an elusive note, piercing every heart and striking every soul. As the Prince's harmonies embrace Matilda's unearthly tones, a symphony of celestial beings seems to awaken, their celestial melodies intertwining in a dance of cosmic harmony. The air hums with the resonance of their collaboration, making a weave of sound that transcends mortal comprehension.

In that ephemeral moment, time stood still, and the audience were transported to a realm where music and magic intertwined. With each note, they were drawn deeper into the enchantment, spellbound by the otherworldly beauty of the duet. And as the final chord faded into the corner of the hall, the echoes of their performance lingered like whispers in the breeze, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder and awe, one that many wanted to enjoy to never end.

All the clapping and the applause halted for a few seconds until the echoes died and then it started from the first person who woke up from these heavenly visions, it was like none other and nothing was like it.

It was as if God had created another miracle and put it into these two performers to create something this heavenly just as it was intended by Saint Amadeus.