Chapter 105 – 105. The comforting pianist
Owen’s grandfather.
Oster Baltany.
We left Owen, who was probably tired, asleep in Iluania’s arms, and found ourselves in front of his grave late at night.
The number of souls in Claren Cemetery was rather small. Not only were most people at rest, but all the evil spirits had fled due to the monsters currently walking around the city.
In front of the grave where he sleeps.
A soft light spreads from the black jewel he was holding, giving a brief moment of morning to the artist who has lived his whole life with the piano.
The image of a man with an impressive white beard and messy hair came to mind and I slowly opened my eyes.
[here is?]
“It’s a cemetery, Oster Baltany. “I am Deius Verdi, the necromancer who awakened you.”
Since he probably doesn’t know the name of the memorial service anyway, I briefly introduce him and Auster takes a quick look at himself.
[Am I unable to reach the land of abundance prepared by the goddess Demeter?]
Was he a believer of the goddess Demeter?
They believed that after death, they could live well in the land of abundance prepared by the goddess Demeter.
I have no intention of telling him the truth about the afterlife.
I asked right away because I didn’t want to disturb the deceased’s rest or expose the cruel reality.
“Owen Baltani. “I have a question about the abilities that boy possesses.”
[Owen… … .]
Auster thinks of his poor grandson with a sad expression.
[What a sad child. He lost his parents when he was young, and I took charge of raising him, but since he only knew how to play the piano, that was all I could teach him.]
“He’s still following you.”
[Poor guy.]
There was a wrinkled expression of heavy regret on his face.
“I heard that you comforted the monsters here in Claren and sent them off.”
[If you’re a warlock, do you even know such things?]
Auster had no intention of hiding it. He was not very pleased with me as a warlock, but he continued talking for now.
“Owen wants you to follow what you’ve been doing. “The boy feels sorry for the monsters here and is obligated to see them off.”
[…] … .]
“It is also necessary. “As the monsters in Claren are overflowing, the spirits are afraid, and because of that, they are turning into evil spirits and causing harm to the humans of the city.”
Looking at it this way, I thought that the city of Claren owed quite a lot to the old man in front of me.
The old man had different thoughts.
He felt this was a burden.
[What does that have to do with Owen?]
“… … .”
[The reason I comforted the youkai of this city was because I felt sorry for them, and also simply because I could.]
Oster looks at his palm. The rough and rough palms could hardly be attributed to a pianist.
[But I don’t want to make Owen carry that burden too. I feel sorry for the youkai, but I don’t want my grandson to have to carry this burden.]
“… … .”
[Do you know why there are so many monsters in this city?]
Oster pours it out as if he were confessing it.
[It’s because of the artists gathered in the city. It can be said to be a kind of excrement created from their imaginations and desires.]
I said this when I created the Mac that eats Princess Eleanor’s dreams.
Yokai and thought forms are beings created by the accumulation of someone’s wishes and desires.
The hopes and desires of numerous artists in Claren were mixed together, resulting in a large number of monsters with extremely strange shapes coming out.
[Unless this city disappears or the artists leave. They will continue to multiply and appear.]
“I guess so.”
When he agreed without difficulty, Oster answered with clenched teeth and clenched fists.
[I hope Owen will break free from this bondage. I hope you don’t spend the rest of your life buried in the excrement of other artists.]
It was truly a choice worthy of a guardian.
There was no need for a boy to pour out his entire life for this city.
I understand that, but he hasn’t answered my question yet.
“What exactly are Owen’s abilities?”
[…] … .]
“Every time he plays, monsters come to visit. “Unless we know exactly about his abilities, Owen will be haunted by monsters for the rest of his life.”
Oster let out a heavy sigh. It seemed like he thought I had some other intention.
[As a warlock, this is not the kind of talent you want. It’s just a talent as a pianist that came from me.]
“… … .”
[That kid is a genius. A piano genius. If there is a god of art, it can be said that he dwells in that child.]
Auster’s voice was filled with sincerity. He was indeed praising the child’s talent.
[A talent that will surpass someone like me in an instant! That’s Owen! I can tell you that disposing of other artists’ waste in a place like this is a loss!]
“Answer correctly. “What abilities are you and Owen hiding?”
The only drawback is that you can only see it when you play the piano.
Being able to see monsters and ghosts is not an ordinary ability. Even necromancers cannot see anything unless it is a powerful evil spirit.
Since it was the same as the eyes I had, it was no different from seeing a new world.
But Auster gave an unexpected answer to my question.
[shit! I don’t even know!]
As if spilling a secret, Oster clenched his fist and waved it in the air.
[One day, suddenly! They were seen! Suddenly they were comforted by my playing and disappeared! I just did it because I could!]
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“… … .”
[I actually wanted to ask! Why on earth did they make me feel obligated to see them! Now I’m shackling my grandchild’s ankles!]
“Okay, I understand.”
There was no sense of lies in the way he shouted. Sincerely, Oster was mortified, saying that he did not know why he had such abilities.
“I’m sorry for disturbing your rest.”
I was about to put him back to sleep, but Auster was in a hurry so I stretched out my hand.
It passed me by, but it was enough to stop me in my tracks.
[Now, wait! If you are truly sorry for disturbing me, please do me a favor!]
“… … .”
[Oh, the dead man’s request! please! I won’t ask you for anything strange!]
“I have no intention of listening to something unreasonable.”
Since it was disturbing his rest, I thought I would just listen. If it’s not difficult, I might listen.
[It won’t be that difficult! It doesn’t take too long!]
Auster made a request filled with earnestness, and after hearing everything, I nodded, replying that it was not that difficult.
* * *
Claren City Hall was bustling every day.
Artists without money have nothing to blame but their own abilities and the circumstances that brought them to this point.
However, Claren’s artists, who could not admit that they had no talent even if they were about to die, always came to the city hall and mistreated the employees.
“Why not me!”
“You’re going to handle things this way?!”
“Most of the city is artists! “How can it be that this is the only way they treat us in a city that makes a living through tourism?”
They exclaim that they are raising their value infinitely, that the market is foolish, and that if they do not catch artists, the entire city will fail.
Especially when they see people shouting to take care of the welfare of artists in light of Artists’ Day, which is coming up soon, they think they are some kind of martyrs.
“ha.”
The receptionist feels dizzy and aching. He should either quit his job or something. Every year on Artist’s Day, these people appear in droves, as if they have a trigger button somewhere.
It is true that Claren became a tourist city thanks to the hard work of artists, but now there are too many of them.
In fact, the city hall and mayor’s position was that it would be nice to see it reduced a bit.
Of course, the moment you say this, it is obvious that people will stand up and say that you are oppressing artistic freedom.
Of course, not all artists were like that. In fact, artists who engage in truth-telling in this way account for less than 10% of the entire city.
It’s just a loud voice.
“Look at this! this! “The place where my painting is located has been registered as a famous landmark, so why is there nothing falling on me?”
“It was originally a place that a lot of people visited. Instead, you should graffiti a famous place and avoid the fine.”
“Hmm! What are you talking about! “The number of people visiting there has increased because of me!”
I was so used to this kind of pressure that I was responding in a business-like manner.
It rattled.
The front door of City Hall opened and a man entered.
A man who puts pressure on people who were complaining just by his presence.
The suit she was wearing was luxurious, and the beauty of the woman standing next to her in a maid’s uniform was also outstanding.
The downside was that the outfit was a bit revealing.
Claren’s artists, who were roughly dressed and hungry, looked at them with their mouths open and envious, while whispering behind their backs.
“nobility? “Aristocrats, right?”
“I’m sure he’s a nobleman on a tour.”
“Look at the woman’s clothes next to me. “It will be fun every night.”
In an instant, the woman’s gaze fell on the artists who were whispering, and they had no choice but to keep their mouths shut, horrified for their lives.
The man, who radiated from every fiber of his being that he was a precious being, went to the receptionist and asked.
“Where is the market?”
“uh? yes? “Si, the mayor?”
From the sight of him visiting the market, I am already convinced that he is a person who cannot be treated lightly.
“You are in the office now. “Please tell me your name and I will forward it to the mayor.”
The receptionist naturally asked to find out the man’s identity, and he answered without any hesitation.
“Deius Verdi.”
“Ah, Deius Be… … le… d?”
The head of the receptionist writing down the name slowly rises. Deius and her eyes lock, and she stands up from her chair and shouts loudly.
“Up, up, Monsignor!”
There are still many people who do not acknowledge the memorial service.
This is the city hall of a city in the territory of the Griffin Kingdom.
His Majesty the King, Orpheus, personally placed the memorial service on the same level as the saint, and the saint also acknowledged it.
In fact, it was a situation where one of the top five noblemen in the country came to visit.
The receptionist suddenly had the illusion that light was emanating from Deius’ back.
My lips are trembling and my hands don’t move properly.
Normally, I would have been so embarrassed that I couldn’t speak properly, but on the contrary, Deius’ eyes kept piercing me.
The receptionist barely came to her senses and answered.
“I’ll call the mayor right away!”
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