(Oh, by the way, are we going to announce the song title?)

(No need, isn't it written on the promotional flyer in the hall?)

(But I've seen that modern bands from overseas usually cheer before performing, right?)

(Okay then, alright, you go ahead, you're in the spotlight.)

Back at the concert hall, Turing and Merka exchanged their thoughts using telepathy, understanding each other's intentions.

Amid the astonished looks from the audience, Turing opened his mouth wide in the quiet hall and exclaimed with excitement in a loud voice,

"Next up, everyone, please enjoy the first song brought to you by the Clover Band!"

"Viva la viva! A dedication to all of you!"

Merka gently stroked the piano keys, and an adorable cat-ear quietly appeared above his head. As Turing plucked the melodious strings, dozens of small cat paws around Merka began to play their parts skillfully.

The music of the piano initially whispered like the dawn, light and tranquil. Gradually, it grew louder, like the sun breaking through the clouds and shining down to the earth.

The notes danced like joyful spirits, weaving through the invisible notes, bringing endless joy and surprise. Guided by the music, the nobles found themselves in a crystalline fairyland, feeling the rhythm of nature, their inner wounds being healed by the enchanting melody, sometimes known, sometimes unknown.

Truly deserving of being called the king of instruments, the pipe organ. The spotlight that had been on the violin melody just moments before was now completely overtaken, showcasing almost all its splendor.

The sound of the pipe organ, like the majestic sea, sometimes rolled with passionate waves, sometimes calm like a peaceful lake. Each melody told a story, and guided by the performer, the notes transformed into a colorful canvas, tightly weaving reality and fantasy.

"I remember Sister Yu was the one who formed this band, right?"

"Why haven't we seen her here live?"

"Turing must be the one playing the violin. Probably using a disguise spell. She just recently escaped from prison; we can't give anyone a handle on her."

Diana and Scarlett also came to watch the performance, sitting in the back row very discreetly.

"But speaking of that guy, can he really handle that huge instrument...?"

"Although it pains me to admit it, he does have some talent."

Diana absentmindedly looked towards the center of the stage where the performance was taking place.

"He's Turing's boyfriend. I saw him at the magician's gathering."

"They are quite close, after all."

Scarlett interlaced her fingers, resting her elbows on the backrest of the chair where Diana was sitting. With a meaningful glance at Diana, she then said,

"...it's no use talking about it now."

"Sister has grown up, and I shouldn't stay stagnant either."

"Let the past be the past."

Diana undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall loose, and placed the blood-red hair tie on the armrest of the chair before getting up to leave the concert hall.

"Aren't you going to stay for the whole concert?"

"I feel like this pipe organ is being played quite well."

"Clear in music theory, and the notes are crystal clear."

Scarlett looked at the blue cat paws shimmering on the pipe organ in the distance, sincerely admiring,

"But honestly, having more hands as an organist is indeed better than having fewer."

"The peculiar technique reminded me of a concert I attended as a child in the port of Alexandria, where a monstrous creature played... Do you know?”

"I don't know... I forgot."

"Forgetting means no more suffering."

Diana did not respond directly to Scarlett, she just left her a silhouette and headed towards the exit of the music hall.

"Where are you going?"

Scarlett called out to Diana.

"Where... home, I guess."

"Sister, this place no longer has a place for me."

"I'm leaving now, and I won't be coming back."