The problem was, there was another noble who had attended the wedding and asked for the band.
Apparently, a band was a bit new around here.
You’re having a bad feeling about this, don’t you?
Me too.
From that day onwards, they were rented out, they were rented out, and they were rented out more.
And Mendelssohn too.
Who wrote that song?
I didn’t.
I was taught.
And then, right after that, I got a sudden request to compose a score from a not-so-low noble that made me completely hold my head….
「No no, impossible」
「Even if you say that, the other party is a great general. It’s for the celebration of his grandchild’s birthday and no one can refuse him. Is there no more song from your previous life?」
「Well, there is.」
「It’s fine then. If you’re not high enough, you can only follow so you can only try your best this time.」
Laura-san, who’s clipping my nails on a couch next to me, admonishes me…..
Even the Mendelssohn wedding march we played at my wedding was not easy to recompose.
I had to get all the slaves who could play music together, write several patterns of musing for the main theme, and somehow make it sound like that.
It just happened to work before but that doesn’t mean it will work again.
「Are the slaves you have now not talented enough?」
「Now that you ask, I feel a little anxious」
「Why don’t you go buy some? You could just buy skilled slaves and have them do it for you.」
「Ah, right….slaves like that can be bought too, not just disabled ones.」
「What are you even saying? 」
Laura-san laughs like a villainess, kissing the back of my hand that is newly nail clipped.
As expected, a wife you can consult with anything is the best.
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I visited a familiar slaver for the first time in a long time. Perseus, the slaver, even shed tears as he told me the long story about my marriage celebration and the medals I got.
This is another strange tie but this old man has been taking care of me and my family since my grandfather’s generation.
He was probably the most excited person who heard about my promotion. He even brought me a congratulatory gift, which is my favorite dessert, the morning of my wedding, which he couldn’t attend.
To be honest, I feel like he’s a blood relative of mine.
「….so, this Perseus was already convinced that this will happen the moment Sawadi-sama was born.」
「No no, you’re talking too much. Show me the slaves already.」
I waited in the usual room, shaking off Perseus, who was very passionate. A slaver brought the slaves in a hurry.
I only told him to gather musicians so there shouldn’t be any ties this time….