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Chapter Five

  The green grass kept retreating behind the witch girl, but there was still no shadow in front of her. "Don't go! Henfurei, don't leave me alone..."

  The witch girl stretched out her hand with great effort, and her beautiful face was full of terrified and desolate expressions.

  But no one answered her.

  She finally tripped and fell while running on the grassland, with a darkness in front of her eyes.

  "Henfrey..."

  Darkness, still endless darkness.

  "Is it you......"

  Lying on his own bed, Bohman asked in a low voice, "The one standing there is Dais?Mond, right?"

  No answer came from within. At the door of the bedroom, not far away, the black cloak of the housekeeper seemed to blend with the darkness inside the room.

  "I should have told you..." Bohan fumbled and stretched out her hand, feeling for her ink-colored crystal glasses on the bedside cabinet. As she put on her glasses, she slowly propped up her curved and beautiful upper body. Anyway, this was in front of a detested face, so even if she was wearing pajamas and looked disheveled, it didn't matter. "Don't enter my bedroom."

  "Miss Bao Man..." The housekeeper's response finally appeared, "Your breakfast is ready."

  The two suns of the demon world have risen on time in the sky, and the villa under the sunlight is unexpectedly quiet today.

  In the restaurant, a cup of coffee that was still emitting heat was placed beside Bohman. Miss Witch was casually waving her knife and fork, fiddling with the two perfectly cooked fried eggs on her plate, accompanied by an occasional crunching sound that made one's teeth ache.

  "Yesterday... I should have fired you already?" The witch with no appetite finally spoke up, but there was no one to respond.

  The place where the organ console used to stand is now clearly empty.

  "Is nobody home?" The mistress of the villa muttered to herself in puzzlement. Then, she heard the sound of the piano which still had no familiarity at all.

  The white fist clutching the dinner knife slammed heavily on the dining table. Bao Man stood up without hesitation and rushed towards the direction of the studio at his fastest speed.

  Standing in front of the piano playing slowly is indeed Butler Daisuke Mondo.

  Miss Bao Man was furious and wanted to grab something and throw it, but the studio had been carefully tidied up by the janitor since then, and there were no longer any scattered instruments on the floor. So the hostess searched for half a day without finding anything. "I warned you not to touch my piano again!!!!"

  "Excuse me, Miss Man, could you spare a little time to listen? I feel like I've made some slight progress compared to before..." The person in charge didn't turn around, and the crystal fingers didn't show any intention of stopping.

  "Progress?" The cold smile reappeared on Boman's lips. "You call that progress?! For your kind of mechanical hatred, so-called 'progress' is nothing but the body getting more accustomed to following the commands of magic, able to play out even more mechanical notes according to the sheet music!"

  The organ master was apparently not affected by the evaluation of Bao Man, and his tone remained calm. "I've been trying to play the tune you hummed, now you can listen..."

  Dais?Mond didn't even have time to finish the sentence, as a crystal trumpet flew past his head. "The noise you're making isn't music at all!" Bowman had somehow managed to get to the instrument stand and that was her throwing it in the direction of the sound source.

  "That sound!" Along with Miss Witch's angry roar, a low-pitched cello made of the same crystal material was also heavily pushed to the ground. "Can something that is just input into the memory core and then knocked out be considered music?!"

  The crystal violin was swung back and forth in both of Boman's hands, colliding with various instruments around him. From time to time, large instruments fell to the ground, and from time to time, smaller ones were knocked flying. "What kind of crap is that?!"

  In the mouth of a witch who has always been known for her elegant demeanor in the demon world, coarse and dirty words were uttered, which was already enough to be considered news. However, the butler at this moment obviously didn't care about this point. He just forced himself to stop playing the piano, trying to use language to stop his mistress from falling into a state of fury. "If you continue to be emotionally unstable like this, those instruments may be damaged by you."

  "Hahaha......" Amidst the wolf-like atmosphere, Bao Man's originally pale face turned an unnatural crimson due to excessive exercise. "Will the instrument be damaged? Are you trying to protect your crystal kin?"

  The villa's witch mistress slowly turned her body towards the crystal organ, detesting the warrior butler. "What a hypocrite! How many of your own kind have you destroyed with your own hands on the battlefield? The total number of instruments in this studio is probably not even a fraction of what you've destroyed in one battle!"

  "Would you mind lifting your cloak?" The crystal violin's bow pointed directly at the direction of the organ pipe house. "I'm not someone who hasn't inquired about your origins, so you can rest assured and open that cloak, let me see those ugly weapons on your body! Let me see how many of your companions you've killed with this pure and flawless crystal body!"

  The official slowly straightened his body, slowly lowered his head, but there was no other movement.

  The vermilion on Man's face became even more vivid, and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth was also, "Oh? Not a hint of resistance consciousness? A killing instrument as accomplished as you, would it also be programmed to maintain respect for its master no matter how insulted it is?"

  No answer.

  "By the way, in the data previously input into your memory core, was there any mention of my temperament having a quick temper? If not, it seems you need me to supplement all relevant information for you?"

  "This is good, just let me tell you the information that the Magic Guild would never give you! The ones about why I hummed out a tune in my dreams, that nightmare that lasted for decades... Oh no, to be accurate, it wasn't a dream, but something that really happened tens of years ago when I stepped onto the Aegean continent by chance."

  No answer was needed; all the official family steward had to do at this moment was to assume a listening posture.

  "You should be clear that not all witches or silver pupils in the demon world can live well. My real name is not Ingrid Boman, and I have long forgotten the name of a declining noble family. From what I remember, my parents were gone early on. I was fostered by a silver pupil family who wasn't doing very well either, and they gave me the name Boman."

  The expression on Miss Witch's face has completely transformed into a gloomy color, "I've been weak since I was young, and I've had all sorts of illnesses. All the simple spells that witches should be good at, I couldn't master due to my physical condition. My eyes haven't been very good since then, and not many kids wanted to play with me. At that time, my only interest was singing alone."

  "There's... actually one more person who would talk to me. That was the young master of the Silver Pupil household, Henfrey Bowja. Even though he was just a kid around my age at the time, his exceptional looks made him stand out even among the Silver Pupils, a tribe known for producing handsome men. He never lacked attendants of all ages, and both boys and girls loved playing with him. Even though his household wasn't some illustrious noble family, he was always surrounded by people."

  "So I just can't figure out why someone as great as him always likes to be with me. Henfrey likes to sing with me, gaze at the sky together when day and night alternate, and promise to count stars together on the Aegean continent at night..."

  "Of course, this worthless relationship was soon discovered by his family. Henfrey was their only hope to restore the former glory of the family, how could such a treasure be mixed with a trash girl like me? So I was soon sent to a shelter on another continent by this family. Hehe, in order to cut off Henfrey's improper thoughts, they really spent money at that time..."

  "In that unfamiliar refugee camp, I, who was weak and sickly, was bullied as a matter of course. Fortunately, I happened to be a witch, so I didn't really face any life-threatening situations or anything like that. However, due to the poor environment, the recurring high fevers were increasingly damaging my eyes."

  "In that situation, the only thing that could comfort me was music. The orphanage was run by a noble family, and the girls there had opportunities to work at the noble's estate doing simple chores. There was a piano on the estate, which was used to showcase the owner's artistic taste on special occasions. Although it wasn't played often, it required meticulous maintenance all the more because of that. I was lucky enough to get that job and thus came into contact with an instrument not made of crystal for the first time."

  "In the past, it was a certain young lady from a noble family who practiced and played the piano. I don't remember her name now, but she should have gotten married and changed her surname long ago. Her birth status wasn't very good, to be honest, and if she didn't have the talent for playing the piano, she would probably have been sent to another noble family as a tool for marriage arrangements. Perhaps that's why she didn't put on airs like other nobles. When I was doing chores in the music room, I received her kindness many times, and you could even say that my piano education began with her."

  "I thought it would just pass like this for the rest of my life, but who knew that at the manor's usual banquet, due to a shortage of staff, I was temporarily assigned to be in charge of reception."

  Then I saw that familiar figure...

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