(Sister Sora, there seems to be some kind of show happening over there. Why don't we go check it out? Irish excitedly pointed towards a group of children near a stage that had appeared through the chamber's augmentation power and urged Sora.
(Eh? Ah... Okay) Sora, who was upset and absentminded due to an argument with Void, snapped out of her reverie and hurriedly nodded.
(Sister Sora, I know it's rude to ask you this, but are you both perhaps hiding something from Aunt Sarah? Why do I feel like you and your twin brother don't get along? Did something happen that mig~)
(NO!) Sora interrupted and glared at Irish. However, soon realizing her mistake, she added, (I'm sorry...)
Irish, who had been momentarily startled, quickly composed herself and replied apologetically, (It's okay. I didn't mean to touch your sensitive part, Miss Sora. Please forgive me,) Irish panickedly apologized. She remembered her mother advice to not probe too much into a friend's life more than necessary, because one wrong pronounciation might hurt them deeply.
(Don't worry, it's my fault anyway. Also, why did you revert back to using formalities? Haven't we accepted each other as friends? Just call me Sora or Sister Sora, like you have been addressing me for a while,) Sora gathered herself and replied.
Seeing her pure smile, Irish unconsciously brightened up.
(Alright, Mis... no... Sora. Let's go. Whoever is performing on that stage seems to be starting,) she beamed and held Sora's hand, pulling her towards the disco stage.
(Hehe. What a surprise! I never thought you were the excited kind of girl, Irish.) A bewitching voice echoed beside, causing a blush to adorn Irish.
Turning around, they saw Void, who was walking 3 feet behind them. He seemed to be enjoying their interaction from the back, seemingly finding fun in their deepening connection.
(Ahhh... He-hi) Irish shudderingly replied, her maiden heart on the verge of succumbing to the bewitchment. Fortunately, Sora's voice calmed down her womanly instincts.
(Bad onii-chan, stop seducing my first-ever friend!) Sora agitatingly voiced. That's right, Irish is the first friend Sora ever made in her seven years of life. But that's to be expected, with the way her mother isolated them in a dimensional pocket for protection and secrecy, causing minimal interactions with the outside world.
(Oh! What do you mean by 'seducing'? Did I do something wrong?) To her protest, Void tilted his head curiously and asked.
Sora blushed involuntarily. She hesitated but eventually replied, (I don't know. Mama always called you a seducer whenever you interact with a woman on our outings and commented on how you might become a 'nemesis of women' in the future. So I...)
(What the heck! That's an accusation. How could I become a 'nemesis of women?) Void became bewildered.
(Ahhh! I understand. She must be joking. She might be taking revenge on me for mocking her at the Ferris Wheel incident. Hmm. Hmm. Damn it, I will make sure to get an explanation from Aunt,) but soon, he understandingly nodded.
Meanwhile, Irish stared in bewilderment, comprehending the innocence of these sheltered twins. She might not know what a 'nemesis of women' means. Nonetheless, she has at least a minimal understanding of the word 'seducer'.means. Nonetheless, she at least as minimal understanding of the word 'seducer'.
After all, her mother made sure to educate her in various subjects, including social ethics and emotional relationships such as love, friendship, and others. She didn't want her daughter to fall into complications and social traps due to being a sheltered princess, especially considering her increasing beauty as she matured. Additionally, every child of the eight noble households had to undergo the study of world economics and intensive exclusive family training from birth, with the aim of developing a strong mental fortitude capable of withstanding the currents of power struggles.
Moreover, Irish had witnessed her inappropriate parents engaging in intimate moments from time to time, completely forgetting about their pretending-to-be-asleep daughter.
Recalling this, Irish blushed. She subconsciously remembered picture of Void's initial greeting to her and his never-fading, bewitchingly beautiful image, causing her blush to deepen.
Suddenly, a background song interrupted their innocent chit-chat.
Shifting their attention towards the source, they could see that whatever was happening over the disco stage had begun.
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Standing below the disco stage, they were surrounded by aristocratic children in their formal suits and kids of low background who mingled seamlessly due to continuous social interaction, Void and the other two gazed onto the stage and observed.
In their view, a pretty girl of 8-9 years old could be seen singing with a conjured digital mic in her hand. Her melodic voice smoothly traversed the boundaries, blending with the musical tunes playing in the background in harmony with her singing rhythm.
Upon close observation, they could see that the music was reverberating from the disco stage itself. A thin layer of diverse colors enchanted and enhanced the materials of the stage, casting a disco brilliance embolizing all over the stage. The musical tunes seemingly resonated with every note of the girl's singing, perfectly harmonizing and amplifying the ambiance and enjoyment among the gathered children.
(Oh! Is she performing a show and advertising her talent for potential recruiting from the entertainment industry? But why is she pursuing a mortal profession like idol singing? Couldn't she opt for a magical profession within the Magical Entertainment Industry instead? Isn't she undermining herself by choosing a mundane hobby like idol singing in this prestigious gathering of geniuses and powerful figures?)Void pondered and muttered to himself as he watched, feeling puzzled.
(Eh? Don't you know about the Maestros and {Miracle Euphony}?)
(Oh? What's a Miracle Euphony? I have never heard of that. Have you, little sis?) Void's curiosity was piqued.
(Nooooo! I don't think so,) Sora answered, tilting her head cutely.
Hearing their genuine curiosity, Irish was speechless, revising her perception of their sheltered childhood. What is Aunt Sarah teaching them? Isn't she supposed to be powerful and knowledgeable? Who doesn't know about maestros? Even if we take a step back, haven't they at least heard the nature melody echoing from time to time?
Seeing her speechless expression, Void cursed his aunt for withholding certain common knowledge from them. Didn't she brag about her wisdom and even promise to impart every knowledge that doesn't touch taboos? Phew. Fortunately, this princess is with them. He could just manipulate her into being his knowledge machine.
Thinking through, Void executed his manipulation by putting a charming smile under his half mask and a curious gleam in his eyes.
(Miss Irish, you don't need to be formal with me. Please just address me as Void. Since you're my sister's friend, then naturally you're also my friend.)
(Y-e-s,) Irish stuttered, her blushing face obvious to the onlookers.
(Could you please elaborate on this thing called Miracle Euphony?)
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Consequently, Sarah, who was observing them from above, mumbled, (Oops! I must have I forgotten to teach about miracle euphony.)
Hearing her oops, Jary almost hit her head. (What I must have? How can you be so whimsical! Are these maestros really that irrelevant in your eyes? I can understand your need for isolation to escape the past. But do you even need to isolate the nature melodies? You should know how beneficial they are to Ability users, especially non-awakened children.)
Despite this, Sarah remained nonchalant to her friend's astonishment. She scoffed, (With 'her.' When was I in need of some mortal fools? And why do my children need those half-assed songs to empower their awakening?)