After get off work, seven maids with different temperaments gathered in the wisteria flower room. Some of them were sitting at the table drinking tea, some were leaning against the door frame, and some were listening with their eyes closed. At this time, among them, a A slightly childish figure is sitting on a high stool playing the violin with his eyes closed.
The quiet sound of the piano flows quietly in this flower house shrouded in the afterglow, and immersing yourself in it is like walking under the distant and blue sky. The sea of flowers there is all over the mountains and plains, and the soft petals blooming in it are delicate and swaying gently in the sun, making you feel... It's like falling into a dream.
Recalling the steps of the high tower that she once walked on while holding on to the warm rock wall, the scenery inside the white castle was so clear and vivid in her mind. Heshia used the music of the piano to describe the golden distant dream that she was dreaming about that day. The scenery seen in the song, and the delicate emotions conveyed in the song.
The song ends.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, and she gently touched the smooth and warm surface of the violin with her fingers, feeling that lingering nostalgia and beautiful emotions were still lingering in her heart.
Once, she thought it was just a dream, but she didn't expect that this dream was far more real and moving than reality. Even after such a long time, she could clearly recall every detail in it.
The flower of the golden flame, Isenisa, her singing voice in the dream was so melodious and melodious, with a hint of sadness and nostalgia in the tranquility. Her conversation with Hesia was only a few words, but it seemed that she had said all she could. Thousands of words.
"It's very good, or it's so good that I don't even know how to describe it."
The green-haired figure among the seven maids opened her eyes, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes slightly, and then looked at the girl sitting on the high stool with passionate and complex eyes.
Danterian, your achievements will far exceed mine in the future. This should be a very happy thing originally, but why do you feel a little sad at the same time? Maybe you are infected by the sound of the piano, and you are full of sentimentality about everything.
"I saw that right, Danterian, you have such a unique talent." Belphegor quietly gave the girl a thumbs up.
"I seem to have more confidence in her." 'Furuosi' gently sipped the tea in her hand, then put it down and looked at the girl who was still immersed in her own world with a smile.
A maid with horns will pick up the wine bottle, refill the wine glass in front of her, and hand it to the green-haired maid 'Butis' beside her.
"I really enjoyed a rare performance today. You should be very pleased." As a bartender in the store, she is one of the few people who knows the past of "Butis".
"Dantrian, come on." The little angel 'Rabbi Dec' with the golden five-pointed star on his forehead said softly.
"How about Nabei, have you got any inspiration?" 'Anducia' asked with a smile as she poured tea for the maid with long bangs in front of her.
"Andusia~" The maid, referred to as 'Nabe', complained softly. She glanced at the blond elf in front of her, then picked up the tea cup and drank in small sips, avoiding the eyes of her friends beside her.
Naberius: The 24th demon god among King Solomon's 72 demon gods. His image is a black crane with waving wings. He is good at all arts and sciences, especially rhetoric.
In the store, Belphegor once told the girl that there was a maid who was good at making clothes. She was referred to as 'Naberius'. She was introverted and often wore a black maid dress. She sat quietly and exclusively in her room. In the cubicle, he rarely comes out.
Occasionally, a customer would visit the maid and ask her to help with tailoring. Then they would sit there and watch the maid carefully and slowly sew the clothes step by step.
Scissors, needles and threads, ancient sewing machines, flexibly change between the slender fingers, and then turn the fabric into fitting clothes, and a kind of relief and happiness arise spontaneously.
"I have some inspiration, but if I want to turn it into reality, I guess it will take a lot of time to figure it out." Just now Anducia asked Naberius if she could help Danterian design a set of clothes for the performance. .
"Maybe it will take another month to slowly take shape. I don't know if you can afford to wait." She put down the tea cup.
"Okay, just follow your own pace." Anducia knew this person's character, and if she was asked to get up too quickly, it would probably be counterproductive.
"Then just wait patiently." After saying that, 'Naberius' seemed to be in a much better mood.
Today, it was rare for Heshia to practice the first piece completely and skillfully. This is why Anducia invited a few people over. It is always a pity to play alone without an audience, and she also has the desire to let the girl slow down. I'm slowly getting used to performing in front of others. There weren't many people here today, and they were all maids in the store. It should be the least stressful environment.
Putting down the violin in her hand and putting it away, Heshia came to the crowd with brisk and slightly shy steps. She looked like a child who was waiting for praise but was embarrassed.
"The best, Danterian~" The bunny-eared maid, 'Belphegor', gave the girl a hug first, and the atmosphere suddenly changed from quiet to lively.
"Dantrienne's progress is far faster than I expected." 'Froius' also spoke.
"It would be nice if little Danterian was more mature. She will definitely be a dazzling star on the stage." This is the comment of the mature and plump maid from the Horn tribe, the Serbian Communist Party.
"The juniors I taught are indeed not bad." 'Butis' will also become active again.
"You are still so lucky." There was something in Anducia's words.
"Dantrian~" 'Rabbi Dec' raised the bird in his hand and made a gesture of praise to the girl.
"This is the child." 'Naberius' thought thoughtfully.
Several people chatted happily and lively. After chatting for a while, the topic slowly turned to another purpose of being called today, which was to help 'Dantrienne' think about the future direction of business.
"Is it related to the 'book'?" 'Furuosi' tilted her head and thought carefully.
"How about opening a bookstore?" Belphegor's idea was indeed straightforward.
"That's too featureless." The ox-horned maid 'Sai Cong' on the side shook her head. The two of them are a rare orc subspecies in the store, so they have a good relationship.
"Librarian?" 'Buttis' thought casually.
"But we don't have that many books to manage in our store." Anducia shook her head.
"Then what should we do? We can't just sell the book like a performance."
"Playing? Maybe this is also a good idea." Anducia seemed to have an idea.
"Is it really possible?" Belphegor said that he just said it casually.
"Didn't you realize that Danterian has a very good voice? If she became a voice actress, she would probably be the kind that makes people addicted."
As a former performer and musician, Anducia is particularly sensitive to the timbre of her voice. As for why Botis didn't notice it, it can only be said that because she is passionate about rock and roll, she is better at that kind of fiery passion, and she is better at some delicate music. Stuff is not good at.
"Are you saying that Danterian would tell the stories in the book to those guests as if she were singing poetry?" 'Naberius' reacted quickly.
"As expected of my best friend, you understand so quickly." 'Anducia' nodded.
"I see." After saying this, everyone suddenly had an idea.
"Indeed, in this case, it seems feasible as a business."
"What about you, Danterian, how do you feel about this idea?"
"I will work hard." Heshia is also a little moved by this idea, which at least suits her better than selling books or explaining to others.
"Very good~"
"So, here comes the final question."
"Dantrian, what kind of story are you going to bring to everyone? Is it an epic legend that will make countless people cheer and shock, is it a fable that is evocative and emotional, or is it a fairy tale that is as touching as seven-color flowers."
Perhaps many years later, people will trace back the history and discover that on an unknown afternoon in this small coffee shop, the seven-color picture books depicting the vast poetry of civilization and countless legendary stories were found here. Opened the title page of the first chapter.
It begins 0 0/, and the legend begins~
(End of chapter)
