Following the incident where they had defeated the Apostle of Asclepius and rescued the Queen, Ariadne and Sancha’s living standards had risen vertically.

First of all, they got a room at the western end with a library and a reception room on the second floor. Conveniently called ‘room’, but in fact, it was like a small living space with two inner rooms attached to their living room, like a suite.

Since it was originally a room used by the eldest son Ippolito, they occupied the largest and best room among the rooms used by the children.

“Miss! It’s really magnificent!”

As Sancha admired the fluffiness while beating the duck down quilt laid on Ariadne’s new bed. There was no need for more dusting as it was a new quilt, but Sancha enjoyed the touch, beating the quilt two or three times.

“Well, you don’t have to do this yourself.”

They were assigned new maids named Anna and Maria. Sancha had subordinate employees in just a few months of her maid life. However, Sancha squinted her eyes and got angry at Ariadne.

“Miss! How can you trust them and leave the things that touch your body directly! They are only up to the library!”

Ariadne gently smiled at Sancha’s fuss. It wouldn’t be bad to be meticulous, but she would get tired if she kept going like this.

Knock!

There was a rough knock on Ariadne’s door.

As if to give a knock out of courtesy, after one knock, without waiting for an answer, the door opened and Arabella appeared behind it.

Arabella came in, holding a lute that was half the size of her body.

“Well, I didn’t come here because I wanted to play with you. I came to watch what kind of stupid things you’re doing.”

Ariadne quickly tidied up the looseness when she was alone with Sancha and greeted Arabella with a wide smile as a ‘good sister’.

“Why did you bring the lute? Do you like the lute?”

“You don’t seem to know, but I’m a lute genius.”

Arabella would never call her ‘sister’. But Ariadne did not specifically point out the honorific to her younger sister who called herself ‘you’ in every little thing.

She had not yet decided whether to play the role of a sister to Arabella, or whether she could. She hated receiving favors she couldn’t return. It was easier not to receive them in the first place if she couldn’t return them.

“Are you talented in playing?”

“Playing only? I’m good at composing too.”

The tenyearold girl spit it out crookedly, but Ariadne was not very angry at Arabella’s attitude. It was because she had seen all of Arabella’s predicament wandering around the house in the past few months.

Lucrezia unconditionally cuddled Isabella, and conversely, she excessively disciplined Arabella for things that did not need to be scolded. There was no benchmark. These were things she hadn’t noticed when she was young.

In addition, Ariadne, who had not received proper aristocratic education in her previous life and was thrown into the social world right away, was disparaged as vulgar because she had no instrument to play. Arabella’s boast was a little strange and a little envious.

“Are you really that good? Play once!”

Arabella, who recognized Ariadne’s question as a provocation, settled her posture and placed the lute on her knee. As she held the head with her left hand and struck the strings with her right hand, a gentle rhythm flowed.

Diling.

It was a gorgeous song that traveled up and down the octave. Between the changing pitches without a break, Arabella’s little fingers moved along the strings without a single mistake.

“Wow.”

Clap Clap!

“You’re good?”

“Miss Arabella, that’s amazing!”

Sancha also hid her loose attitude when she was alone with Ariadne and returned to employee mode, pouring out a soulless compliment baptism. However, Arabella’s performance was really good, so Sancha was able to clap willingly.

“What song is it? It looks really difficult.”

Arabella blushed slightly while holding the lute.

“I composed it!”

“You?”

Ariadne was really a little surprised this time.

“Really? Didn’t you slightly modify an existing song?”

“No! I made everything from harmony to melody!”

When Arabella bristled, Ariadne soothed her.

“Whoa, whoa, I just enjoyed your singing. You really have a talent, don’t you?”

“Heh, it’s not a big deal.”

Sancha chuckled lightly at Arabella, who blushed when praised and became angry when ignored.

Arabella glared at Sancha, but when Ariadne gave her a stern look, she pouted and turned her head away, pretending to give in.

“Actually, I want to own a pipe organ. I want to arrange a Missa Brevis, a combination of seven string instruments with the pipe organ as the main.”

“Why don’t you use the one at the Cathedral of San Ercol?”

The pipe organ was such a large instrument that one needed to consider a place for vacuum tubes when constructing a building.

However, the Cardinal de Mare’s priests could use the pipe organ installed in the Cathedral of San Ercol thanks to the influence of the Cardinal.