After an unknown amount of time, the intermittent sound of piano once again echoed in the studio.
Even to the mechanical butler, those playing sounds could not be called music. Not only did they often pause in inexplicable places, but many times, they were only two or three measures or even shorter. Nobody could make out what Miss Bauman wanted to express, but everyone knew that repeating similar playings was meaningless.
Suddenly, the female composer slapped the piano keys with both hands, making a deafening discordance. "I'm working! Don't stand there like a pillar! Don't you have anything better to do than distract me?"
In the corner of the studio door, where her anger was directed, Desmond, wrapped in a black cloak, stood quietly. "Please forgive my intrusion, Miss Bauman. You've deactivated the magic warning system throughout the mansion, which poses a serious threat to your personal safety. Particularly since your eyesight is compromised, this is far too dangerous."
