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Chapter 338 - 295: Nightingale

Chapter 338: Chapter 295: Nightingale

The foreign woman went out!

The day she left, the whole Danschel was stirred.

The origins of this foreign woman were unknown, and no one knew her name. People speculated about the reason for her departure. They saw her maids using donkeys to pull her harp, obediently following behind her. Meanwhile, the streets in all directions were packed with people.

When people saw the appearance of this foreign woman, they were amazed by her beauty. She was so beautiful that people wished she wasn’t from a foreign country.

Solamus’s gaze was fixed on the distant Music Academy.

Most people still didn’t know why Solamus had left his estate. They made the reason increasingly complex, and their voices were filled with fabrication. They would never think that Solamus’s reason for going out was actually very simple.

Catherine, the music fanatic of the Music Academy, had slipped a piece of papyrus through the crack of a door one deep night.

On that yellowed piece of paper was written pleas and petitions. She invited Solamus to the Music Academy, requesting the foreign woman to listen to her own harp playing.

It seemed the foreign woman had some kind of magic power. Despite the crowd being dense, when she approached, people drew back as if she were not merely a mortal, but a Witch who could devour people.

People moved back while keeping their eyes on her, watching as she headed towards the distant Music Academy, never shifting their gaze.

They held their breath until the moment the silhouette of the foreign woman disappeared, and then the crowd burst into an uproar, their voices filling every corner.

Solamus arrived at the Music Academy, where Catherine, the music fanatic, had been eagerly waiting for a while.

When Catherine saw Solamus, her heart raced as if she had seen a divine being descend, her eyes filled with longing.

"Ah, er... your harp playing is really too... forgive me, I don’t know how to describe it, but it was the best I have ever heard,"

Catherine spoke hurriedly, unable to contain herself, she asked:

"Please tell me, how can you play the harp like that? I’ve never heard anything like it before... really, I swear to the Gods."

Solamus looked at Catherine and smiled gently.

"I can’t tell you, but I can play it for you."

Having said this, the maids climbed the steps, using donkeys to bring the harp from the house, and set it up in the Music Academy.

Solamus’s arrival shook the whole Music Academy, with nearly a hundred musicians sitting in the circular auditorium, and Solamus standing at the center, her slender hands on the strings. The musicians stared at her intently, perking their ears and closing their mouths to listen quietly.

That day, Solamus played three pieces of music, each one being transcribed on the spot. The dean of the Music Academy directly offered the original manuscripts to the Divine, and the copies were stored in the music halls for future apprentices to play.

As dusk approached, Solamus was about to leave the Music Academy. Catherine wanted to keep her there to rest, but she only received a refusal from Solamus.

"May I come to your estate to listen to your harp playing?"

With the sky tinged with a fiery sunset, Catherine’s face blushed slightly as she pleaded.

"Of course, if you wish."

Solamus responded.

Catherine couldn’t help but beam with joy, like a child who had received the most precious gift.

............

Three days after leaving the Music Academy, Catherine indeed went to visit the estate.

Seeing the foreign woman, Catherine’s heart was filled with joy. She could hardly contain herself; the foreign woman’s harp playing was enchantingly beautiful; she questioned herself for having played the harp for sixteen years and still not reaching even a third of the foreign woman’s skill.

Solamus warmly welcomed her, and for the music fanatic, pulled the strings of the harp.

The melodious harp sounds filled the entire estate. Throughout the whole day, Catherine and Solamus did more than just play the harp.

Through the harp, Catherine came to know Solamus and became his friend.

Although she was obsessed and devoted to music, she wasn’t indifferent to everything else, and couldn’t help feeling curious about this foreign woman’s origins.

"Tell me, please tell me, Solamus, where do you come from?!"

Catherine asked somewhat excitedly, as Solamus had just played her a passionate piece of music, and her emotions had been stirred by it.

"A place where dreams can come true."

Solamus replied.

The foreign woman’s answer confused Catherine; the music enthusiast saw that the woman before her wasn’t deceiving her, her voice was honest, as if she really came from a place where dreams come true.

"Can you... prove it?"

Catherine requested.

"Of course..."

Catherine saw the foreign woman smile slightly before she softly said,

"Tomorrow, your strings will turn into nightingales."

What a preposterous statement...

That was Catherine’s first reaction; she didn’t take Solamus’s words seriously, even though the foreign woman’s voice was equally sincere.

As dusk approached, Catherine left the foreign woman’s estate, contentedly returning to the Music Academy.

The next day’s sun quickly shone upon the earth, and Catherine woke up dazedly from her sleep. Her maid brought her a basin of water, and she washed her face vigorously, trying to wake herself up more fully.

Every musician played their instrument upon rising to awaken their musical sensibility that had slept all day.

Naturally, Catherine was no exception, and she rose much earlier than the other musicians.

She walked over to her harp, which was placed in an open-air courtyard.

Catherine sat on the stool, touched the harp, and soon entered a deeply immersed state of flow. Then she inadvertently plucked the third string.

Chirp.

Catherine’s sharp hearing caught her off guard; she realized this was not the sound of a harp.

She looked up and saw a nightingale perched right on her fingertips, curiously staring at her, occasionally pecking at her skin.

Catherine was stunned.

After a long while, she gently raised her other hand and cautiously plucked another string.

The string disappeared, and another nightingale perched on her fingertips, chirping clearly and joyously.

"My strings... have really turned into nightingales..."

Catherine muttered in a daze.

She could hardly believe what was happening before her eyes.

But the scene was indeed unfolding, and the sensation of the nightingales perched on her fingertips was more real than Catherine could have ever imagined.

Catherine plucked the remaining thirteen strings, and for a moment, fifteen nightingales perched on her arms, their chirping like a chorus, playing a marvelous tune that woke up all the musicians in the Music Academy.

As footsteps approached from outside the courtyard and people came to see, the nightingales spread their wings and swiftly flew away from Catherine’s arms. Their pristine wings filled the sky. In a short while, they had flown away and were out of sight.

And Catherine’s harp lay empty, all fifteen strings gone, with the echo of nightingales resonating across the skies.

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