Chapter 177 – Familiar, but Strange. (One)
When Marey returned to school from Ran’s shrine, it was already past lunchtime. As if she had been late for an appointment, there was no one around except Marey, except for those who hurriedly moved her steps.
It was a big deal that she spent too much time than she thought because she was intoxicated by Ran’s embrace, who endlessly accepted her own desires with her clumsy gestures and clumsy movements. She was supposed to be there helping her clean up, but when she realized she had an appointment in the afternoon, she left her post saying she was sorry and left her seat in a hurry.
Thinking of Ran, who by now would be holding her swollen belly as if she were pregnant and extracting her semen, her penis, which had been coveting her pleasure while ejaculating to its heart’s content just before, seemed to raise its head once more.
Her sticky desire was pulling Marey’s ankles, but Marei struggled to think of something else and moved her steps as quickly as the others. She wanted to press down on Ran’s bulging belly, but unfortunately she was really out of time. She even naturally came up with her anti-humanistic thought that next time she must press her master’s belly with her foot.
Walter’s school was very large. She was a Marai who was slowly adapting to school, but she was just ahead of her worries about when she would be able to adapt to the crazy size of the school. It was time for her to meet Celine. She then suddenly realized that she had never had proper contact information with Celine.
What Marey knows about Celine Ferdinand is that she is 18 years old. She’s no, that she’s 17 years old by imperial age. It was only her and the fact that she had a clean and elegant scent that could be smelled by the lake at dawn. Come to think of it, she wasn’t even in class and she didn’t mind going home. She realized too late that she had done her sorry thing to Ran. As she thinks according to the timetable, she has to meet Celine-senpai on Friday afternoon. Regarding the mentor! She came out with her hazy memories of being called.
This could have been her Ran-nim’s fault. Because it was wrong to seduce her with her tiny body to the point where her mind was bewildered. When she thinks so, she eases her mind a little.
Nevertheless, to find her Celine, Marey searched her pretty garden, where she had last met her, and it was not until her back was covered with sweat that she found the place she was before. There was. Unexpectedly, Celine was not present.
She said, “I’ve been waiting for you, too.”
While waiting for her Celine, Marey, who was reading her book, raised her head at the unfamiliar voice. A flame was burning right in front of it. A very hot flame that will burn anything. At the sudden sight of her, Marei couldn’t say anything, and in a daze she watched the flickering of flames. It was very sacred to her, but she looked disrespectful.
“Are you okay? Mare de Parwen.”
“Angel..?”
When the voice was heard again, the huge flames that had been visible earlier had disappeared without a trace. An angel stood in the spot where the flames were burning. Red hair and red eyes. A sense of heterogeneity as if the concept of fire had been formed into the human body. But that sense of heterogeneity makes it even more attractive.
“Huh? It’s not wrong… Didn’t I introduce you as Sasha before?”
“I’m sorry. He remembered the name. Just… Looking at the wings, I didn’t know.”
Haha.. Well, angels are right. It’s embarrassing to be called an angel.”
Marcre, who had lowered her head to meet Marei’s gaze, straightened her waist and looked down at Marei. The sparkling red eyes and the red hair burning redder than the sunset had a strange magical power that seemed to bewitch people.
“Mr. Marcre…”
“I think I told you to call me Sasha-senpai. Speak at ease, at ease.”
Sasha covered her mouth and gave a small laugh. Unlike her outward appearance, which seemed to burn at any moment, she was very soft and very comfortable. She wasn’t even wearing a veil, and behind Sasha’s back in her white nun’s uniform were wings the size of a grown man hanging over her like an ornament.
“Isn’t Celine here again?”
“Or no… They haven’t come yet.”
That or that. Sasha let out a small sigh.
“I thought it was okay this time. Perhaps you are busy with work. If you have nothing to do, can I take you somewhere fun?
“Yes.”
At Sasha’s suggestion, Marei readily nodded her head. Studying wasn’t boring, but for Marey, who still couldn’t get out of her country keut, the school was still full of novelties to Baltaire, who was introduced to her by someone.
Compared to her curiosity, her timid personality was full of things she watched without even asking.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s a choir tour. Now, let’s quickly grab a book and go. What would Illien say if he saw you alone?”
Illien is scary when she gets angry differently than she looks. Sasha smiled sweetly.
The place where they arrived after chasing Sasha was a church built so beautifully that the viewer would be reverent. It was far from grandiose, but it was a mysterious building made up of one story even though it seemed to be several meters high.
Clear voices are faintly heard through the huge door that looks five meters long.
“Looks like we’re a little late.”
Sasha, who closed one eye, carefully opened the door, and through the open wooden door she made no sound, her soprano-toned voice reciting an ancient language that was difficult to understand and making a harmony.
“And…”
A group of people who looked to be dozens of people were chanting as if they were united. Incomprehensible words pass by my ears, and the tenor’s voice fills the cathedral, followed by low-pitched chords. I am fascinated by the feast of multi-colored light flowing through the stained glass.
“Is it fun?”
“Yes!”
Sasha burst into a small laugh at Marey’s small applause with her eyes twinkling. The chant walks forward slowly, fading little by little as if preparing to leap. Then a woman in a white gown with sparse gold studs in her center slowly walks out.
“Look, that kid is the main soprano.”
A brunette girl taking a small breath in front of a microphone. Seeing a familiar face, Marey stepped forward a little further and saw the face of the main soprano of the choir. Brown hair tied in a ponytail, black eyes. A stubborn looking face.
“Gilia Marita… ?”
“Do you know each other?”
“Yes, ah… I am that relative.”
It’s all a coincidence. Sasha, muttering faintly audibly buried in the harmony of the choir, looked at Gillia. She dreams of becoming an officer in the future. Contrary to the image of her as a stiff soldier, Marey exclaims with admiration at Gillia’s soprano-toned voice in the center of the choir.
“Well… I am calling.”
“I’m still clumsy, but I mean. Even now, little by little, the vocal range is uneasy.”
It was a chant that Marey heard was nothing strange, but Sasha just shook her head in disapproval. I thought she was like Lee Ha-woon full of playfulness, but she was strangely strict.
“The kid knows that too. I’ll have to step in. Should I stay here and not go anywhere?”
Marei nodded her head at Sasha’s request, and Sasha, who looked like a good boy and smiled, slowly walked forward. The red eyelashes were very attractive.
People’s voices, which had only been heard perfectly, slowly lost their direction, and the chants lost their sanctity and began to dissolve into normality. Gillia’s face turns pale, and embarrassment spreads across the faces of the choir members.
“~♬”
Sasha, approaching the choir, puts her hand on her chest and continues to sing in an incomprehensible ancient language, Gillia’s face turns bright. Grabbing Gillia’s wrist as she tries to move away from her central mic, Sasha stands in front of her microphone as Sasha urges her Gillia to raise her voice little by little.
Gillia, licking her dry lips, looked at her Sasha’s face, nodded her head slightly, and then followed her Sasha. Is it possible for a person to put out? He continues the chant with a high-pitched voice that makes you think.
The light penetrating over the stained glass fills the cathedral, and Sasha is standing in the middle. Sasha raises her voice with her hands neatly gathered and interlocked. The wings of the slow-moving angel spread wide, and her feathers fluttered and rose slowly into the sky.
The white feathers scattered here and there, as if unaffected by gravity, sparkle in various colors following the color of the stained glass. Hero. Seeing her Sasha, Marei felt that way. Sasha was the kind of main character you only see in books or movies.
Beautiful, reverent, and the look that the viewer can’t take their eyes off. I felt sorry for Erden, but she looked more like a saint than Sasha, flapping her angel wings and singing a chant.
The voices of the choir singing chords were getting smaller and smaller, and even though the voices were fading away, Sasha continued her chant higher and louder. She was completing the pious chants alone, without any help or assistance.
It was very beautiful and strange. I thought that elves, beasts, and vampires were all from the same world, but seeing Sasha singing her song was like a scene from a book unfolding in front of me.
Shouldn’t it be realistic? Marei looked at her blankly, as if possessed by her. The high-pitched voice, which has risen to the limit of ringing in the ear, bursts out without hesitation and with power.
Seeing Sasha’s figure, I felt an unknown body tremble. I don’t know what she’s feeling right now, but in a daze, she just wants to capture her figure and her voice. From start to finish. Gillia’s voice next to her was inaudible, and Sasha’s voice had a charm that captivated people.
“Wasn’t that bad?”
“Ah yes? Yes? Ah yes. It was good. Really…”
When she came to her senses at the sound of someone’s voice, Sasha was right in front of her nose. I remembered that she was concentrating on her voice, as if possessed, but before I knew it, her chant had ended.
“It’s a little embarrassing to compliment you like that.”
“It was really great. Wow, I thought I didn’t like that chant. Hearing Sasha-senpai’s voice, I got goosebumps without realizing it, really…”
She was normally shy and clumsy with compliments from others, but now she wanted to express her admiration for Sasha with all the words she could express. She doesn’t know what to say to convey her feelings now, so she stutters in gibberish.
“Stop, stop. You wouldn’t be able to lift her head in shame if you complimented her like that..”
“But…!”
“Gilia! Stop your relatives! I appreciate the compliment, but it’s too much!”
Gillia tried to look away from her, as if embarrassed. Come to think of it, people from the choir had surrounded her Marey before she knew it.
“Is this the kid on the field trip?”
“Yes, Mare de Parwen. They say it’s Gillia and her relatives. I didn’t know, but I brought it.”
“If it’s Parwen, then the governor’s…”
The people’s gossip began to grow little by little. And the questions that follow as usual. If questions about Ravela continued in the classroom, questions about Lauren continued non-stop here.
“That… I’m not acquainted with Lauren. I probably know him more than you do.”
Although she was a Marai who knew about Ravela, where her erogenous zones were and where the mole was on her buttocks. She knew nothing about Lauren. She remembered clearly the last time she met her, only the eyes she saw that looked like she was going to cut people down.
“Don’t bully the kid on the field trip too much. Gillia, are you going to take care of your relatives who are being bullied?”
“Ah yes! Hey, everyone, don’t be so…”
Gilia Marita, it was a stiff feeling in class, but in the choir it was like this. I had a brief thought. When Gillia stopped, the barrage of questions soon subsided.
“The caller is staring at it to the point of embarrassing. If you are interested in singing, would you like to learn it?”
“Yes?”
“It’s not a part that stands out like a soprano or tenor, but it’s easy and fun to try once if you add chords. There is no need to be burdened because the kids who come on field trips or are introduced to it at the beginning of the semester are also going to try it. Oh, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to.”
I don’t want to burden you. Sasha waved her hands and treated Marey cautiously. The people around her were looking at Marey as if the situation was familiar now, and Gillia was giving signals with her glances and mouth as if it would be something to try.
“That… Because I never learned to sing properly.”
“Ah yes. I know a few chants. Even where I lived, there was a place to worship.”
“What is your favorite song? Hmm… If it was this song, everyone wouldn’t need sheet music. Let’s do it right away, have you called? Well, then it’s not difficult to add chords to a song. Shall we try it then?”
Sasha glances around and the choir nods her head. Marai saw the sheet music Sasha handed to her and began to sing along to the people around her.
“Is this your first time? Um… I think it’s the first time. Your voice is so good. I thought it was an elf calling. How can a boy have such a voice… ?”
After the song, Sasha looked at Marey in surprise. People in the choir also started praising Dung Marey for his talent, starting with the fact that his voice tone was so high, probably because he didn’t have a voice changer next to him.
“That, not to that extent.”
“No, no. It was really good. If you’re interested, you can join the choir practice. If you polish it a little, you will become a great tenor even if you have a voice changer.”
At Sasha’s endless praise, Marei lowered her head with her face blushing. She wanted to sing the chant a little more, but the sight of the people who praised her excessively made Marei a little distant, and she could only stare blankly at their rehearsal.
When Gilia shows signs of making a mistake while singing the soprano highlight, Sasha naturally sings and completes her song. With her Gillia not giving up until the end and her waving her wings as if looking at her with pleasure, Marei couldn’t take her eyes off Sasha until her practice was over.
