We reached the mansion without getting the answer I want. Oz and the butler seem to be uptight regarding what method did they used to tame the stubborn wolves. I couldn't press them either, for they have a side where it was terrifying. I don't want to meddle with that kind of topic anymore.
I'm not really familiar or even close to them, so I better be careful myself. I don't want to end up like what happened to the noble child.
For now, Oz and I were in his room. He was playing something that produces an incredible sound for me. Actually, he was very good at playing that material. Though, I'm not really sure what it is called.
He told me that he would play a song entitled, "Every time you kissed me." I'm not intimate with the sound, a matter of fact, I haven't heard it anywhere. Slaves don't own something that advance material for music.
Oz was seemingly smiling in a vivid form of happiness. I haven't asked about his age. He sure knows a lot of things for his age if he is young like me. But if he is just short—then, that would be normal. Isn't it?
When Oz has finished playing the music. He would gradually face me with a pleasured expression. "How do you like the music? I've never played with anyone else watching me before, that's why I'm so nervous pressing the keys." and look how humble he is.
"Oh wow. I didn't even notice that you were nervous. I thought you were only playing in your natural way." I complimented him. By my compliment, Oz suddenly sparked up in a very enthusiastic manner. He then runs quickly toward me, if he is a dog—then he is surely wagging his tail on me by now.
"Do you want to play the piano too? I can teach you!"
"...Ah… so that thing is called—Pi..ano?" I wasn't sure if I said it right but Oz nodded accordingly to what I'd said. So, I think I pronounced it right.
"But I don't really know how to play…" I want to refuse him however, he just pulled my hand and even forcedly made me sit in the seat section of the piano's chair.
"I will guide you."
Oz had it go as he sit beside me as well. He then made my fingers land on the keys that produce sounds. "Don't stiffen your hand, it will be hard for you to press the keys. Just relax yourself, the more relaxed you are the better outcome of the sound you'll hear. Alright?"
Huh, I don't even know what are we even going to play. Hence, I did what he wanted. First, I breathed heavily to release my tension. And then, I will look at him—I don't think that was the right thing to do but he seems to have fun so I got to go with the flow.
"Are you ready?" he asked me one more time. "Hm." I shortly replied as I nod my head into it.
"Iniziamo—" Oz muttered something from my right ear before we can even start. After that, my hand began moving itself. I mean, I'm not the one who's moving it but it's moving! Something is pressing but his hand was not even close to mine.
The sound that was being produced was the song he was playing before.
"O-oz!" I'm so panicked that I have to call for him.
He just then tilted his head as he smiles—not innocently but in my eyes, it was very creepy.
"See! You can also play like me. Let's do a duet!" he doesn't even think that this is very odd for me.
What is the devil earth is he doing to me?
I swear I don't know how to play but my hands were moving on their own as if they have their own life!
Oz began synchronizing the music while I'm playing. It was indeed good but, God, this is creepier than I thought it would be.
"Lalala~" he began to sing the music; Oz was so talented. He has a good voice—but wait, I'm not done with my problem yet. Though, I think this will not do harm to me. I should at least relax myself.
"Sing. Krahn, the music is so beautiful that someone should sing with it."
Oh yeah. Not that thing again. I mean, I'm not a good singer. Hakurei is always laughing whenever I start to sing.
'What the hell? You're like a singing duck! Ahaha.' and it's offending me a lot. That's why I'm not going to sing, it's enough for my hands to be possessed by some sort of music spirit but not my voice. Leave my voice alone.
"Why aren't you singing?" he asked me with confusion. I thought that would be obvious, well to him it's not.
"I don't sing." I simply replied. "I see."
As he replied somewhat melodically, I can see his disappointed face lurking out again. I just smiled; I don't want to say anything else. It might lead to something.
After we're done playing. My hands were kind of tired that I don't want to move them for a while.
"Let's go to the theatre room! I've prepared something for you—"
Theatre room?
Honestly, I don't get any of what he was saying. I don't intend to ask anyway. I'll just see what in the devil world is it this time.