Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

"Even a made-up story will contain the writer's emotions. I don't care if the story is false, I only care about the sincerity of the narrator." Noah replied, "Abrana, we don't have to be enemies, and you don't have to treat us as if we are incompatible. In fact, we have nothing to do with each other."

"Really? It's nothing." Abbrana's eyes suddenly flashed with displeasure. "I thought there was at least some hatred between us?"

"Do you hate me?" Noah was curious. "Do you hate me for taking your sister away?"

"No, I think you should hate me. The deep pool I created destroyed Hill County. This is an indisputable fact. Although my subjects did this without telling me, the purple flames in the banquet hall were caused by me." Abrana hoped to see Noah angry, but all she saw was calmness.

"I won't deny the blood debt on your hands, but I believe the Deep Pool must exist." Noah shook his head. "The conflict between the Tara and Victorians wasn't just instigated. It's a fire burning beneath the ground. Just like I believe the Integration Movement must exist, I believe the Deep Pool must also exist. As I said before—if there's no Deep Pool, there will be Shallow Pools, Deep Lakes. On a historical scale—you must exist."

"So, I have no reason to hate you." Noah turned his wheelchair. "That's about all I have to say for today. I'm glad to exchange ideas with you, Abrana. I'm just a little tired."

Abrana stared at Noah's back and her half-white hair, with incomprehensible emotions flashing in her eyes.

"Okay, then I'll come back next time."

Chapter 27: The Hornless Unicorn

Noah finally breathed a sigh of relief after finally getting rid of Abrana.

She couldn't relax when facing Abrana. Abrana was a very smart person and was good at guessing people's minds. If it weren't for her talent of sensing emotions, she wouldn't have the confidence to be flawless in front of Abrana, and she even had a vague upper hand.

All we can say is that Abrana met her match. If it were someone else, she would have probably succeeded.

But in front of Noah, her thoughts were almost completely exposed under her emotional perception, and Noah only needed to counter her moves.

For example, when Abbrana asked Noah to cast a spell on her, although it seemed reckless, it would still be easy to be fooled if you didn't notice her hidden murderous intentions.

Just like Abrana said, she is good at understanding people's hearts, but unfortunately she met someone who is born to be a wall.

Noah, who had been impeccable from beginning to end, seemed to have changed slightly in Abrana's eyes. However, this change wasn't something Noah should be worried about. According to the news Abrana brought, Rhodes Island was probably struggling, and Londinium was also experiencing some problems. Hill County had been abandoned, and its people had been forced to leave their homes—honestly, Noah was a little sad.

But as long as people are still alive, there is always hope. Noah also believes that Jenny will unite the people of Xiaoqiu County as she said.

During the time they were detained in the Deep Pool, Abrana did not treat herself and Kuro badly in terms of material things. Food was provided at regular times and in fixed quantities. She even took Noah's physical condition into consideration and specially adjusted the food rations.

Noya's physical condition improved after her medicinal bath at Kjerag compared to her time with Casimir. Her current weakness was largely the price she paid for excessively playing the Nameless Harp. After exhausting her collected emotions, the Nameless Harp devoured Noya's life force. The black and white of Noya's hair showed the price she paid, but she had no regrets.

In fact, she had also calculated the price of playing the nameless harp.

The vitality that you have overdrawn now can be partially replenished through long-term care, which is not a real withdrawal of life.

Therefore, the price Noah paid was not unacceptable.

Otherwise, Herhunzollom would not have let her play. After all, Herhunzollom definitely did not want Noah to die before the Sound of the World was truly created.

As a teacher and a musician, he is looking forward to the real earthly sounds created by Noah.

Being detained in the Deep Pool may not be a bad thing for Noah. She can finally stop and summarize the growth of her journey. The more Noah understands herself, the easier it will be to control her talents and prevent herself from losing control.

Especially the immature telepathic spells, she must find a safer way to perform them as soon as possible.

Moreover, she wasn't completely unable to do anything in the Deep Pool camp—

-

"Have you been composing music lately?" Abbrana asked curiously, picking up a sketch on the ground. "Are these all the songs you composed?"

"Those are all waste drafts. Arranging music is not that simple." Noah shook his head. These manuscripts were all regarded as waste paper by Herhunzollen. Under the eyes of this great god, Noah found that compared with his previous completely inspirational arrangement method, his real concentration on arranging music would be more likely to be regarded as mediocre by Herhunzollen.

In fact, there are many excellent works among Noah's abandoned manuscripts, but in Herhunzollon's opinion, compared with the true voice of the world written by Noah, they are just vulgar works.

"I think it's quite good—" As a cultured Draco, having received a thorough aristocratic upbringing, Abrana didn't consider this piece a "waste." In fact, she really liked it. While she couldn't arrange music herself, she had a very good appreciation for it. She thought these pieces were enough to show those useless people at Londinium that they were worthless.

Noah was a genius, Abrana had confirmed that many times.

But she didn't expect that Noah had already maxed out even the niche talent tree like arranging.

She couldn't imagine how much Noah would have achieved if she were a healthy person.

After all, according to his own information, Noah was even called the future twin stars of Casimir together with the Knight of Glory. Although it was an evaluation made when they were young, Noah and Margaret were equally matched at that time.

Margaret is already a rare genius, and it is already terrifying that Noah can be compared with her.

However, now Noah has been forced to give up the path of becoming a knight like Margaret, and instead embark on a path more similar to that of a conspirator like himself.

Well, maybe it's just my wishful thinking.

Abrana thought that Noah didn't seem like a conspirator at all, but more like a fabled sage that only existed in legends.

Casimir's greatest fraudster—that title was too misleading.

If sincerity is the biggest fraud, then perhaps Noah can be called a fraudster.

After spending some time together, Abrana seemed to understand why her sister had changed because of Noah. Although she didn't know how they intersected, her sister must have known what kind of person the real Noah was, and she had really changed some of her ideas.

Of course, understanding does not mean that Abrana will be changed by Noah. Her sister is essentially a weak and kind person, so she is easy to change. But she is different. She is greedy, good at manipulating people's hearts, and has no qualms about using others. She is a born villain and is the complete opposite of Noah.

So she had a feeling that sooner or later she and Noah would end up in a life-and-death struggle.

But before that, Abrana still regarded the current Noah as her own, or as part of her treasure.

"Thank you for the compliment, but it's still a little different from the song I had in mind. If you like it, I'll give it to you." Noah nodded and handed the manuscript over.

"Is this okay? If these songs were released outside, we could make a lot of money."

"I don't compose songs for the purpose of making money..." Noah shook her head. She just wanted to improve her skills in her spare time. She couldn't always rely on inspiration to make a living. She also needed to recharge herself in time.

In addition to composing music, she also began to seriously study magic with Herhunzollon, and she soon understood why Herhunzollon was called the greatest sorcerer in the world.

It is no exaggeration to describe Herhunzollon's knowledge of magic as vast as the sea. The range of fields he is involved in and the depth of the content are unprecedented in Noya's life. A few words he says casually may cause a major earthquake in the warlock circle of Terra.

Originally, Noah thought that his shadow spell had reached its limit in some sense. After all, Viviana, who taught him, said that his shadow spell control was better than hers. However, in the eyes of Herhunzollon, it was so crude that it was difficult to look at. The way he applied the spell was infinitely close to that of a primitive man. After being scolded several times, Noah almost understood that unless he wrote excellent music, it would be difficult for him to get real "teaching" from Herhunzollon.

If he didn't scold himself until he was confused, it would be considered that he was in a bad mood today.

Apart from his own innate telepathic spells, Herhunzollon rarely praised Noah's spells. In Herhunzollon's opinion, Noah was a pure waste of talent, spending most of his time on meaningless things. If Noah had focused on spells and music, he would not have become such a half-baked person now.

Of course, this is the half-baked one evaluated by Herhunzollon, which is different from the normal half-baked one.

Abrana picked up several music manuscripts from the ground. These songs were worthless in Herhunzoren's words, but in her eyes, they were all rare and good songs. A smile curled her lips. "I suddenly have a good idea, Noah. What do you think will happen if I release these songs now?"

"What will happen?" Noah shrugged. "These are just practice pieces. Nothing will come of it."

"This world isn't full of famous songs, Noah. Your casual creation, with just a little publicity, can become a god-like statue." Abrana shook her head. "Noah, you underestimate your casual creation."

"Since you like it, I'll give it to you." Noah shook his head. "Whether you sell it or keep it for yourself, I don't mind."

"It's not a bad thing to collect things yourself. However, in my opinion, the value of these things may be higher than you think." The more Abrana looked at them, the more she liked them. Her taste was cultivated by true aristocrats. To a large extent, her taste was the taste of the Londinium nobles. So what she approved of, the Londinium nobles would certainly approve of as well.

She had already begun to imagine the scene of Noa's music playing on the streets of Londinium.

Oh, isn't this interesting? As expected - Noah Kyrielight is a very valuable collectible.

As a dragon, she was very happy when her treasures created value for herself. She immediately selected a few songs that she particularly liked and left Noah's room.

"Ahmedeen, I want these manuscripts to appear in high-end venues in Londinium." Abrana placed several manuscripts on the table and said to Ahmoneen in the audience, "This is our stepping stone to enter the circle of high-ranking nobles in Shenchi. Moreover, we can gain benefits far beyond our imagination."

"Excuse me for being blunt." Ahmoni carefully examined the music manuscripts. Although she admitted that they were of a very high standard, she had a strange feeling. "Where did these manuscripts come from? Under whose name should we publish them?"

"Whose name?" Abrana tilted her head and thought for a moment, then came up with a good idea. "Let's publish it under the name of [Kyrielight]."

"...Were these pieces composed by Miss Noa?" Ahmonie had suspected this before, but she was still surprised when it was confirmed. "I thought it was written by a musician from Leithnia. The writing style of this music is very Leithian..."

"I'm really curious about how those who know the name of Kyrielight will react when these songs resound throughout Londinium." Abrana smiled strangely.

"Isn't this something to look forward to, Ahmoni?"

"As you wish, Leader."

-

Noa didn't know what value these scraps she considered were worth, but when the music composed by [Kilead] was played at the noble banquet of Londinium, this obviously high-quality music immediately became popular among the nobles of Londinium.

Not only in Londinium, these songs soon spread all over Terra, including Leitania, which soon received the songs from the talented composer Kyrielight who suddenly appeared in Londinium.

The first person to make a systematic comment on this composer was Wilhelm Fichte Czerny, a famous musician from Leithania. He highly praised the four piano pieces arranged by Kyrielet and played them in his own concerts.

This is a rare spark in this era. The repertoire combines the musical styles of Leithnia, Victoria, Columbia and other places, and is unique. There is no conflict between the styles, and they even blend with each other. Each song has its own ingenuity and techniques, and it is a rare masterpiece.

But Czerny probably didn't expect that the people who were really shocked by this piece of music were another group of people——

"...I must have heard it wrong..." The black queen supported her chin. After listening to these songs, her reaction was no different from that of the pure white queen beside her.

"This is his style—" The White Queen shook her head. "Is he...really back?"

"This is not something to be doubted. In fact, we have been preparing for this for a long time."

"However, for him, we still need to prepare more than this."

“People are still going crazy for his music.”

"Yet only a few people still remember the terror of Leitania when he was still alive."

The two queens had the same idea at this moment -

"Kyrielight... I seem to have heard this name before. Could it be that... person involved?"

"This is the name of the Great Knight Casimir. We met him in Leitania—the hornless unicorn."

"It turns out it was him..."

"He followed that nightmare into the Horn of Origin and never returned. I thought everything was over. But I might be wrong." The Black Queen sighed. "The hornless unicorn still has blood in this world, and is even connected to that guy... Kyrielight, if the true author is indeed Kyrielight."

Kirilet, this surname may not be as simple as Casimir's group of nobles think.

Chapter 28: Staying Home and Getting into Trouble

"...If he really has returned, he shouldn't be so low-key..." The White Queen said, supporting her chin. "He has never bothered to hide anything. He despises everyone equally. This is the pride of him."

"Indeed, it doesn't look like his handwriting, but this piece of music...does seem to be from his hand." The Black Queen frowned. "Could it be that those remnants found his unfinished manuscript?"

"If those people really did find the manuscript fragments, how could they possibly release them? They'd absolutely madly study the melodies within, trying to find the source of his power. Even something like the Voice of the World has its admirers, so a fragmented manuscript? They don't have the guts to do that." The White Queen shook her head. "We shouldn't panic just yet. Even if he does return, we have to be sure we can close his coffin again. Worrying won't solve anything."

"Hmph, you finally made a decision that agrees with me." The Black Queen's eyes were sharp. "So, what do you plan to do with his bloodline?"

"—That depends on how long our Count Utica can hold onto those remnants. It's said that he's already being called the reincarnation of the God-Emperor among them." The White Queen also smiled. "This is all for Letania. Although it feels a bit pitiful... it's the only way."

"I'm tired. I'm going to practice sword for a while—" The Black Queen didn't respond. She turned around and left the place. Only the White Queen was left looking down at the land called Leithania.

When the shadow that once hung high above the sky once again covers this country, they will naturally stand up.

Now, enjoy this peaceful moment——

-

When one side is sad, the other side will naturally be ecstatic.

For the remnants of the Witch King who had not heard from him for a long time, this was like a symbol, a prelude to the Witch King's return.

This was the second time since the sonata that resounded throughout Leithnia that the Witch King demonstrated his greatness. A simple act of his had become the focus of everyone's discussion.

This is the greatness of the Witch King. My king is great, no need to say more.

As for the possibility that someone else created it, the thought was extinguished the moment it arose. If imitating the Witch King were that easy, the world would already be filled with top musicians. Many have attempted to imitate the Witch King's melodies, but none have achieved a happy ending.

You have to know that this is the Witch King, Herhomzoren, the genius who modified the Golden Rule, a truly epoch-making figure.

The remnants of the Witch King did not gather just to worship his power. The Witch King's music, artistic attainments, and magical attainments had already reached the pinnacle.

This kind of genius may not have been understood in the past, but it will always attract the attention and expectations of others.

After so many years since the Witch King passed away, children born in later generations who had never seen the Witch King also joined with admiration for him. This is the charm of the Witch King.

This is why they are certain that these pieces of music were composed by the Witch King himself. Apart from the Witch King, no one else can reproduce his myth!

"My king—your return will be like that of a king from ancient times. You will march into this city that belongs to you and hang the rebels in the square. You will grant power and strength to your followers, restore the glory of Leithania, and bring Leithania back to its peak, so that all of Terra will be terrified! My king! We await your return!"

Most of the Witch King's image has been burned, and only the face that remains is covered. Even today, the two false kings dare not face the king's majesty.

Even in the study room where the remnants of the Witch King were active, there was only a faceless painting hanging on the wall.

“—My king! I…”

The fanatical man suddenly paused. He seemed to hear footsteps in the corridor. He immediately took the statue down from the wall, wrapped it in black cloth and hid it in the cabinet.

Those enthusiastic students immediately began to sit back in their seats in a panic. After everyone was ready, a professor with a goatee suddenly pushed open the door and scanned the students in the classroom with his gloomy eyes.

"I asked you to study on your own, not to make noise. If you make noise in my class again next time, get out—"

"Yes! Professor!"

This time, the students were not as enthusiastic as before. After all, although they admired the professor, he could really make them fail the course.

"You're not doing your homework all day long, you can't even study properly, and yet you're still sitting here for what? Did your parents send you to the best school in Leithania just so you could write those crap papers? Eighty percent of your papers are plagiarized, and of the twenty percent that aren't, another fifty percent are made-up words and phrases spliced ​​from other papers to avoid plagiarism checks. You're so eager to start from the very birth of the term when you could explain something clearly in one sentence—is that how you're trying to make up the word count?"