“It feels like a museum…”

Unable to contain my admiration, Yune looked at me with a mischievous smile.

It was an expression like that of seeing a child. Even if I erased my smile and acted with reverence, her teasing expression did not disappear. When I looked straight ahead again, I saw some familiar faces.

Unlike us, who were somewhat detached, they warmly greeted the people here, engaging in conversations. There was not a single person wandering through the mansion alone.

If I had come alone… Bringing Yune here was truly an excellent choice.

“It seems like noble people are here too.”

Yune, who looked down at the first floor with me, remarked. As she said, there were a few people around who seemed to be knights of the nobility.

“What should we do now, sis?”

“Let’s not just stand around; let’s explore.”

To go down to the first floor, I raised my waist against the railing.

…?

Someone blocked my way.

When I lifted my head, a man with a beard in the center of his chin was standing there, leisurely holding a glass of wine and smiling. Just like me, Yune seemed to be unfamiliar with this man, as she watched him with caution.

“You must be someone I’m meeting for the first time, miss.”

“Hello.”

“I am Paoneng Ronel. I am one of the theologians.”

His gaze was fixed only on me, not Yune. His intense gaze was uncomfortable, but I couldn’t ignore it.

“I am Lady Rezhe of the Marceau Viscount’s family. This is Yune of the Penton Duke’s family.”

“Oh, you are precious individuals. Is it your first time at the Lernot Viscount’s residence?”

“Yes. Both of us are here for the first time.”

Paoneng smiled nicely and pointed to the golden tower in the center of the entrance that he had been eyeing since earlier.

“Shall I introduce you a bit then? The relics in this mansion are unfamiliar but precious. You might see many things for the first time.”

Even though he didn’t need to do that. Unlike me, Yune seemed to be eagerly anticipating something as she silently listened to Paoneng’s words.

“This golden tower was made about a hundred years ago by the Second Empress from the north who missed her hometown. Normally, she had a knack for art, and she was skilled. If you look here, you can see a pattern; it’s quite unique. The pattern follows the name of the Empress and is called ‘Pellun.'”

“It’s not Pellun; it’s Fellow.”

“…Ah.”

Yune, who had been listening, intervened. Paoneng looked embarrassed, but he laughed as if nothing happened.

“I made a mistake. Allow me to correct myself. It’s called Fellow. The Empress painted a flower that blooms in the north, and it’s a yellow flower that blooms in the summer. I also plan to travel to the north someday to see the flower in person.”

“Travel? That flower is a flower from the past that cannot be found now. So, the pattern is more meaningful, you know.”

Yune stared at Paoneng with a strange look. It was a gaze that asked why he kept providing incorrect information. Paoneng, somewhat embarrassed, coughed as if he couldn’t retreat.

At that moment, the melody of string instruments was heard.

“Oh, by the way, I heard that a renowned violinist is coming today.”

Paoneng, who seemed unsure about Yune’s knowledge of music, patted her with an expression like, ‘I don’t know about music, right?’ Indeed, Yune didn’t know much about music. As her interest waned, Paoneng’s face gained confidence.

“His name is Roger.”

I was taken aback at Paoneng’s confident statement. What did he just say?

“Did you just say Roger?”

“…Yes? Yes. That’s correct.”

“Is his name really Roger? Exactly?”

When I asked, Paoneng’s face turned pale. He withdrew a little and then moved away from me after glancing at the time.

“Well, I, I should be going now. I hope you have a good time.”

“Wait a moment!”

Paoneng completely concealed himself. However, that wasn’t the problem right now.

…Roger.

“He’s a frivolous man, isn’t he? Sis.”

“Where is the music coming from?”

“Huh? …Sis, where is it coming from?”
When I went down to the first floor, Yune followed in surprise. The renowned violinist’s name was mentioned as Roger. Could such a coincidence be possible?

Following the direction of the melody, I maneuvered through the crowd. Moving swiftly before the music ended, I spotted a man playing the cello in front of me. Roger should be there.

I almost lost my focus several times, but eventually, as I reached the performer, I looked at a man standing in the center. He was small in stature, close to my age, and had black hair. The man with a clever demeanor had stopped playing the cello.

“……. ”

Closing his eyes and moving the bow passionately, the man I observed was not the Roger I knew.

“……Sis!”

Coming to my side belatedly, Yune breathed heavily. The man’s bow stopped, and applause poured among the surrounding people. The newly opened eyes of the man were vividly yellow, without needing a closer look. He put down the violin and greeted the audience.