196 Maids Music (1/2)
”Huh? A music box?
Corona, who had been rolling around in Futa's room reading a book, looked up at his words.
It should be remembered that she was a maid who was in charge of Futa's care. She was not supposed to be lying on the chamberlain's bed reading.
The real problem is that no one blames her for it.
Oh, I see. The music box that Corona gave me and Master Lilac. How did you make them?
”How did you do it, sir?
She got up and picked up Futa's music box on the side table.
She got up and picked up Futa's music box on the side table.
What do you mean, ”pee”?
What's ”pete”? Well, it's hard to explain, Master Futa.
Whenever she tilted her head to the left or right, her two tassels of gold waved in the air.
”Well, it's a special box, I guess. Who wants a refill, Master Futa?
I don't think asking for another music box is really called a refill. ...... No, it's not.
”Meido?
It sounds like a squeal. ......
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What Izuna and I talked about at the taverna.
The meeting with Pasta and the assignment from Lilac.
How I thought that Corona might know a lot about music.
After some discussion, she nodded and said, ”I see.
It's time to reveal the secret of the ...... maid. ......
”Corona's ...... secret ......?
The smile on her face, as if she were trying to be devious, was somewhat amusing just because she did it. If this were pasta, she would just be a scoundrel.
”Well, it's no big deal. The maid just fills a glass with water and clanks it.
Like a xylophone?
Yeah. It makes a nice sound, you know.
But,” she continues.
”Maid, I don't know much about music. I don't know much about music, maid. I'm just trying to get a feel for it.
”Isn't that more like ......?
”Well, in your real job, you have to do things so that people can play it properly. Maids don't have that kind of skill.
No, that's more than enough. Oh, come on, Corona.
”Huh?
Hooter stood up and looked at her expectantly.
You should try it. You can do it in the kitchen, right?
If I could play a song with an image of something, like that music box.
Futa thinks that's just great.
If you can play a song with an image of something like that music box, Fouta thinks, that would be just amazing. If you can put your honest feelings into words and tell your heart that you're having pure fun, Corona blinks.
And then the corners of her mouth lifted in a grin.
I'll be back.
The two of them jumped off the bed and headed for the kitchen together.
”Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm...
And so we arrived at the kitchen. On the cooking table, the usual cutting boards were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a dozen or so glasses were lined up, made of solid glass, though they were inferior to those in the royal castle.
Corona poured some of the water that Fouta had drawn into the glasses, tapping them lightly with a stick to adjust the sound.
Futa couldn't quite tell what kind of sound it was, but it seemed different to her. After some tapping, she looked back at Futa with a big smile on her face, as if she was satisfied.
”I'm ready!
I'm ready!” ”Then, please, sir.
Can you handle it?
A moment of hesitation.
He holds a metal rod in both hands, a muddler usually used for stirring sake, and lightly strikes it.
The melody was familiar to Futa, from his own music box in his room.
The melody is familiar to Futa. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
The sound of the music box fills the kitchen.
Perhaps it's because he uses both hands well, but not only the melody line but also the bass line is beautifully fitted.
He seemed to be enjoying the up-tempo rhythm and spun around in a circle as if he had enough time.
Even when she was cooking, she was spinning the bowl with her fingertips, and her performance was still going strong in music.
Occasionally, she threw the muddler lightly, spun it around, caught it, and tapped the glass, entertaining Futa with her eyes as well.
”Hey!
She finished the song with a wave of her hands in the air.
”Like this!