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As the fourth stop of this experimental tour, young Amadeus and her sister Nanelle will perform at Schönbrunn Palace.

Although the two children were already famous, the audience they were to perform for was one of the most powerful people in Europe at that time - Holy Roman Emperor Francis I and his wife, Holy Roman Empress and Archduchess of Austria, Bohemia and Hungary, Maria Theresa.

The cold weather made Nanel, as the elder sister, look at her frail brother with some concern. As the eldest sister in the family, she naturally loves the youngest brother very much, but compared with this, what is more worrying is the performance that is about to take place.

Could we really perform the Minuet and the Trio in G in front of those people?

Nanel looked at the violin placed aside and felt scared about this performance that would affect the family's living conditions.

"Don't worry, Sister Nanel." A tender hand held her. Little Amadeus saw the expression of his dearest sister and comforted her not to worry about these things.

"We will not fail."

At this time, the carriage from Schönbrunn Palace came to them.

"Excuse me, Mr. Leopold Mozart and his children?"

There were hurried footsteps inside the hotel, and a middle-aged man with some stubble on his face ran out. It was their father.

"I am Leopold Mozart, sir. Is it time?"

"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor and the Grand Duke want you to go to Schönbrunn Palace for practice first, and they specifically asked me to take you there."

"Thank you, His Majesty the Emperor." After saying this symbolically, he looked at his children.

"Kids, it's time to go. You are the protagonists tonight."

The journey from the hotel to Schönbrunn Palace is very long, and because the location is somewhat remote, the road conditions are not very good. The carriage passes through the villagers' gardens and low houses.

Although the scenery along the way was very beautiful, the brother and sister had no interest in it. Nanel was dizzy and her body was numb and painful, so she had no mood to look at the scenery outside the window.

Moreover, her brother had fallen asleep in the car due to the fatigue of the journey. He looked like an innocent child with a smile on his face. Only at this moment did the brother and sister seem like ordinary children instead of the famous child prodigies in Europe.

Besides, he didn't want the title of child prodigy.

Behind the flowers, applause and cheers that this tour received were hard work, harsh conditions and terrible tests.

For the sake of money and honor, his father required Amadeus Jr. to perform in public at any time, no matter how tiring the journey was. In order to publicize his son's genius, he made Amadeus Jr. satisfy all kinds of sudden and whimsical suggestions from the audience.

For example, he would sight-read a difficult piece of music that he had never played before; he would improvise a piece based on a few bass notes that the audience had imagined temporarily, and then play it immediately according to the specified key; he would cover the keyboard with several handkerchiefs without affecting his playing; he would play all his own works from beginning to end in a concert, etc. Moreover, such performances would almost always last four or five hours.

Not to mention the complex music theory and performance skills, as well as Latin, French, Italian, and English that he learned in his hometown of Salus.

This also gave little Amadeus the talent of falling asleep as soon as he lay down.

Of course, there are also children from their mother's side who may learn about the Muses, the music and magic of Orpheus, and the magic handed down in the family.

Nanel expressed doubts about the magic her father said was related to Solomon.

If it was really related to the wisest man, why didn't he survive?

I don’t know what my father will come up with for this performance.

When the carriage arrived at Schönbrunn Palace and stopped in front of the palace gate, the brother and sister, who were still a little drowsy, got up from the soft velvet and began their practice.

"Oh, Herr Leopold Mozart, welcome to Austria."

He was somewhat flattered to hear the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire and his wife come out to greet him.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty. There will be a grand performance tonight."

"Dad, Mom!" The little girl who came out from nowhere jumped down the stairs and hugged her mother.

"Oh, my dear little Mary, how did you get out?"

The girl's clothes were very gorgeous. The azure blue dress alone had many precious decorations, and her status was worthy of these decorations.

As the fifteenth child and the youngest daughter of Franz I and the Queen of Hungary, she has been loved by everyone since she was born. For example, her brothers Joseph II, Leopold II and Ferdinand, her sister Maria Carolina, who is three years older than her, and her brother Max Milian, who is one year younger than her, grew up together.

"How about this, ma'am? You take little Mary back to study first. I'll have someone take Mr. Leopold Mozart to practice for tonight's performance."

Young Mary was in the arms of the Grand Duke, looking at the little boy who was not much older than her, with a look of curiosity on her face.

"Mom, who are these people?"

"These people are musicians. Dad specially invited them to perform here. By the way, look at that little brother. He doesn't look as old as you, but he is very famous outside. If you want him to perform for you, then go back and study hard. The teacher must be getting anxious now."

"I don't want to study, I want to play! I want to stay with mom and dad forever!" Little Mary protested with dancing and was very unhappy with her mother's decision.

"invalid objection."

Hearing her child's words, Her Majesty the Queen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Mary, one day you will marry some royal princes like your sisters. How can you stay with us forever?"

"I don't care! I think the one just now is good. Besides, I can let her live in Vienna, and then I can marry her. In this way, won't I be able to be with my parents forever?"

"You..."

This was the first meeting between Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Marie Antoinette.

All of this was being observed by a beast with horns on its head. It had a snow-white body, shaped like a white horse, had a pair of deep blue eyes, and the horns on its head were about half a meter long.

Its name is Andusias.

Finally it was lunch time. After a morning of practice, little Amadeus left the piano room and headed to the restaurant to eat.

Schönbrunn Palace was very large, and little Amadeus did not dare to walk around freely. When he reached a crossroads, he was knocked down by a little girl who was turning a corner.

"Wow, who is it?"

Little Amadeus used his hands to support himself, and when he stood up, he saw a child of the same age as himself.

"Are you... the daughter of His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Queen?" He squatted down and looked at the crystal clear little girl.

She looked as delicate and beautiful as a porcelain doll, with her fair skin tinged with the brightness of a lotus bud, making one want to reach out and touch her. However, the gorgeous white dress she wore made her seem out of reach.

"Are you the one from this morning?" Mary tilted her head and looked at the boy in front of her. His woolen sweater looked a bit old, and his shoes were also worn out.

But this still cannot conceal his charm. He has a soft and sweet smile on his lips, and through his hair you can see a small green mole at the end of his eye. His facial features appear soft and coordinated.

"My name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and I will be performing here tonight with my father and sister."

Little Mary held onto the wall, stood up with a "hey whoosh", patted her clothes, and then introduced herself.

"My name is Marie, my given name is Marie Antoinette, and I am Mommy and Daddy's child."

"Sorry, Princess Mary." After realizing the identity of the person in front of him, little Amadeus did not dare to neglect her and quickly performed royal etiquette to her.

But halfway through, she rejected me.

"I don't like this." She took little Amadeus' hand and walked towards the restaurant together.

"My parents always ask me to learn this and that, saying they have hired the best teachers in Europe for me, but what they teach is too boring and uninteresting. I don't like it."

"So I ran out! Isn't that awesome?"

Little Mary had a smug look on her face, as if she was saying to little Amadeus, "Look how great I am" and "Come and praise me."

Little Amadeus couldn't stand such a look, but he couldn't refuse it, so he said this after weighing the pros and cons.

"You are very beautiful, Princess Mary."

Young Amadeus thought that this would calm her down, but he saw her let go of his hand and jump in front of him.

"You said I was beautiful... I like you."

She gently hugged little Amadeus, put her mouth on him and kissed him.

Two children of six or seven years old were kissing each other. The first reaction of outsiders who saw it should be that they were surprised at the playboy who started doing it at such a young age, but in fact, the initiative was in the hands of the girl.

The two children's playful kiss was lingering and warm, like their lips and tongues calmly playing with each other, fully enjoying each other's warmth.

Fortunately, no one is passing by here at this time, otherwise our little Amadeus, the world-famous Mr. Mozart in the future, would have died before he could accomplish his mission.

After all, kissing a princess is extremely disrespectful!

And the princess's parents are the masters of the Holy Roman Empire!

"Hey, are you okay?" After parting their lips, little Mary shook little Amadeus with some concern. The latter looked a little dizzy.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little difficult to breathe." He held his head, trying to find his balance again, while breathing deeply.

"Sorry..." Little Mary felt a little sorry about this. She thought it was her fault that he became like this.

"I'll make it up to you!" After saying that, she played with her fingers embarrassedly, waiting for his reply.

"Then listen carefully." Little Amadeus looked extremely serious, as if he had made up his mind.

"I, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, will marry Marie Antoinette! She will be my only wife!"

Little Mary could tell from his eyes that he was not lying, he was serious and he really wanted to marry her.

When she compared the little boy in front of her, who was one year younger than herself, with the princes her mother had talked about, whom she had never met and could only judge by their words, the answer was obvious.

"Then I will marry you in seven years! When I am 14 years old, I will become your wife with the blessings of my parents, brothers and sisters, and all the people in Europe!"

"Well, let's start from today. I want to hear you play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for me tonight."

He shook his head, trying to get it out of his mind. He couldn't think about such things before the performance.

Just play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Now he and his sister stood in the magnificent Schönbrunn Palace, where the jewels and domes shone with dazzling light, as if living eyes were gazing at them as they played the harpsichord and whispered to each other under the melody.

The one who made the loudest sound was the emperor, and only the emperor. He said that it was not difficult to play with ten fingers while watching with the eyes.

Little Amadeus borrowed a handkerchief to cover his eyes. He let his hands fall on the keys, and the familiar touch made the darkness in front of him seem to slowly recede.

He saw something unexpected in this open darkness: a white one-horned beast sat on the harp, its limbs curled up, its eyes lowered and shining.

When he took off the handkerchief covering his eyes, thunderous applause broke out around him. However, the space above the zither in front of him was empty, with no trace of the white beast.

Little Mary stood on her seat, clapping her hands excitedly. Was she cheering for the success of the performance, or for her fiancé who was recognized only by herself?

While he was reveling in the success of his performance, the unicorn was running, nimbly moving through the crowd and bushes without tripping over anything.

No one saw it either.

PS1: I am the only one who is eating lemons while writing, and I am still single...

PS2: If you recommend a restoration, please call me.

PS3: I have to find a time to put down my invincible Jintoki.JPG

PS4: Good night.

Chapter 1 A Day in Chaldea

After that day of indulgence, Chaldea was back on track. Although the cost was huge, after seeing the atmosphere in Chaldea become positive again, Olga Marie was left with quantum that was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye every day.

One day, she was bored and looked through the daily maintenance expenses. The more she looked, the more painful it became.

"August 8th, regarding the maintenance of Sheba, Chaldea's power system, and the minimum requirements for everyone's daily life, the expenditure is 13 QP."

"August 8, same as above, 14QP."

"August 8, same as above, 15QP."

She quickly scrolled it to the bottom and saw the latest situation.

"As of today, a total of 10324000 QP has been spent. Based on the quantum fragments that Chaldea currently has left, it can support it for a maximum of three months."

Seeing this, she leaned back in her chair tactically, holding her forehead with one hand. Well, with the outside world being burned down, she was really isolated and helpless now.

"The only way now is to rely on the singularity. I hope I can get something from the singularity..."

Alvin looked at the quartz watch on his wrist, then glanced at an empty seat, an expression of impatience written on his face.

"Has Mashu not woke her up yet?" He said this very casually, seemingly talking to himself, but actually he was asking another person in this space.

Ophelia thought so.

As someone who also came from the Spiritual Summoning Department of the Clock Tower, she felt a lot of pressure coming to Chaldea with the title of "a rare genius in the Spiritual Summoning Department in a century".

For example, when a situation arises in a battle at a singularity that your abilities cannot resolve, you still have to persevere and fight.

If you win by chance, you will be blown away;

But if you lose, all you get is blame from within the organization.

As the saying goes, a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind; at that time, she had already made some mental preparations.

Even if your psychological ability to withstand stress is not outstanding.

But now it’s amazing to think about it, that in Chaldea, a place where everything is for the continuation of mankind, there is actually such a sound.