"It's really good yay~"
Somehow having heard the entire performance, Luna, who had begun to leave the stage, seemed to be filled with lingering feelings.
Eleazar said lightly, "It was a false pleasure, a thoroughly distorted sensation, and too much listening to it could lead to trouble."
Even the Dragon Lady couldn't resist the sound, those ordinary people could imagine.
Down on the field, watching the band about to leave with a curtain call, people cried and reached out their hands to stay.
Luna was secretly staggered at the sight of this frenzy.
"Is it time to prepare to make the arrest?"
"Uh-huh!"
Eleazar, who had gotten up to leave, looked back at the string section soloist one last time and asked thoughtfully:
"What are your thoughts after seeing this show?"
"Well... Practical afterthought, huh?"
Luna thought carefully, "The biggest thought in her mind was that she wished she could keep listening to this moving voice, never stop, always listen."
Eleazar, who had blocked out that sound, narrowed his eyes at once.
"Can it intoxicate people so much? It seems like psychotropic poison."
Luna suddenly tugged at him, "I... I'll go too, I won't give you any trouble!"
"No."
Eleazar refused without even thinking, "Go back to the hotel and be a good boy and wait for me, or go ahead and play by yourself and I'll come find you when I'm done."
Luna instantly sulked and went back on her own.
Watching her back as she leaves, Eleazar turns back to gaze at the vintage-style carriage that has departed.
Then lifting an unhurried pace, he hung farther and trailed up, and even though the other man had been out of sight for a time, the wagon still had not escaped Witcher's track.
It had followed the other party to the outside of a luxurious double-story villa in an upscale residential area within the city that was inches away from the city.
The owner of this house employed only a handful of servants and had money and fame, but he still did not indulge in pleasure and spent his days indulging in music, which, in the eyes of outsiders, was a hard-working and diligent musician of genius.
The courtyard and the first floor were neatly tended, but the second floor was like a garbage dump, and it seemed that no servant had ever come up to clean it up.
fainting in the villa of a servant, Eleazar easily pushed open the door to the room at the end of the stairs.
The plush carpet covered the entire room, the room with the warm fireplace burning, the balls of paper all over the floor, and the various scribbled drawings that appeared to be drafts of various musical scores.
That pale and haggard young man, instead of sitting at his desk and meditating hard on the sheet music as people outside imagined, was hugging that tape-wrapped violin like a pervert, his face full of obsession, as if he was embracing the most precious thing in the world.
As Eleazar gently closed the door to the room, the body of the violin suddenly opened an eye, and the young musician, likewise, snapped open his bloodshot eyes.
"Who are you!!!"
Eleazar introduces himself blandly, "Officials working for the Church, specializing in recycling unclean and evil things."
"I don't have anything unclean here, go away, go away quickly!!!"
As if realizing what was going on, the young musician immediately yelled to drive away and to add to the threat, he grabbed a fruit knife from the fruit bowl.
Witcher, who had already stepped in front of him, gently gripped the stabbing blade and casually broke it, snapping the steel blade right off by the roots, then with his other hand, he lightning-gripped the cursed thing that was just trying to pull on the strings, and swung his elbow violently up, knocking the Deep Dependent out of the air.
The planted musician reached out in agony.
"No! NO! You can't take it, give it back to me quickly!!!"
On the organ, the eyeball shook violently.
"It's all been nourished by you to such an extent that if I let you play on, I don't know how many people will die because of you."
Eleazar stomped on the prostrate musician who was trying to find a weapon to continue his assault on the looting.
"You're done."
...
Throwing the howling, constantly struggling musician into the morose convent and watching him being held down by the strong trainee acolyte, Eleazar then turned away, carrying the black lyre bag with him, and walked into the local church.
Sitting in the confessional, he watched as the clergyman examined the cursed object.
"He got a string from a transcendental being somewhere and tinkered with the instrument."
The Magus picked a string and spoke slowly, "This is woven from the mane of a unicorn..."
"A shattered reality, a dream strongly desired to be fulfilled, ancient transcendental material, a mixture of factors that culminated in the formation of this cursed object."
"Well..." Eleazar rested her chin and nodded.
The cleric looked up at him strangely.
"You can leave after you drop your stuff off."
"Oh, actually I'd like to see you guys follow up on that."
The cleric raised an eyebrow at once.
He pulled back his chair first, leaving enough reaction time for a cushion, as if he was wary of a sudden grab from the opposite side of the room.
It was only then that the holy light was released, completely enveloping the cursed object.
It was a vague scream that rang out, and the violin turned torch-like, smoking black in the blinding white light, and in the end, there wasn't even a bit of residue left.
It didn't turn into a seal...
The cleric shrugged and looked up meaningfully.
"Seems like I'm letting you down."
Eleazar stands up with a regretful face and leaves the church.
...
In the hotel room, a sullen Luna punched her pillow.
"Leaving me behind every time."
"And then it pops up again like it's a trick."
"Hate you, hate you the most!"
Venting, she turned her head to look out the window at the already dimming sky.
"It's dark and you're still not back, I hate you."
Hammering two more punches into the pillow, she stood up with an unhappy face.
"Never mind, let's go take a shower first~"
Without a maid to serve her, Luna was a little uncomfortable removing her clothes before stepping coolly to the bathroom.
"What are these things used for?"
Standing in the bathroom doorway, she stared dumbfounded at the pitifully small tub and the copper pipes of unknown significance.
Just then, the door to the room to his side suddenly pushed open and Eleazar, carrying his dinner, appeared in the doorway.
"I'm back... It's done..."
Eleazar froze for a moment, unable to control his eyes at all, and made a quick sweep.
A shocking snow-white, blood-curdling curve, and the crimson dragon's scales that gleamed beneath the half-white buttocks.
"I'm sorry, schoolteacher."
"BOOM!!!"
The door to the room slammed shut immediately afterward, and Luna stared blankly at the doorway, her face slowly covered in blood red.
In the hallway, Eleazar leans against the wall with a helpless face.
"I'm sure it's a young lady who's too involved in the world to unlock the door when she takes a shower."
"Splat~"
The door to the room suddenly opened again, and an arm covered in dark red scales ripped him in with ferocity.