Vincent wanted to laugh when he saw Aria getting so worked up.
Her hands were far too small, and even her feet couldn’t reach the pedals below.
She was so short that her legs just kept fluttering in the air, and honestly… it looked somewhat cute.
‘She’s such a child.’
Vincent thought with a smug look on his face.
“Come now, don’t fool around with that organ. It’s not something that you can carelessly touch.”
It took three years for the famous craftsman, Picarro, to make that organ. It was more than just an ordinary instrument, it was a masterpiece that he had made with his own hands.
‘It’d be too reckless to let an ignorant child touch such a priceless musical instrument,” Vincent thought as he walked over to Aria.
However, as Aria’s fingers started dancing across the keys, he immediately stopped in his tracks.
Her limber fingers coaxed one melody after another, producing notes that were weaved with such beauty that everything around him became a blur, a transcending experience.
‘Toccata and Fugue in D minor.’
It was a masterpiece of the Baroque Era composed by none other than the famous Maestro Cortez.
Her dramatic slow movements at the start…
A heavy silence fell.
Aria sipped her tea, rejoicing that the atmosphere was finally quiet.