Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Busy Life in Another World
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Valcares Academy.
Magic Research Lab.
"Oh-ho."
The corners of Juber Brossia's lips curled upward as she read through the letter that had just arrived.
"A budget piano?"
It was an instrument, reshaped by modifying the artifact she had created, that produced a sound whenever a key was pressed.
"Now that's a way of thinking."
She thought it was a decent idea.
All inventions begin with imagination.
Magic is the process of turning imagination into reality.
In her opinion, a promising researcher is someone with outstanding imagination.
The person who sent the letter fit that criterion perfectly.
"He might as well change his career to magic research."
Truthfully, she had felt that way ever since they first met.
She wanted to see him as a researcher, not just a performer.
But it would be difficult.
The position Anton Tilberg holds in the field of music is absolute.
The new piece he recently released.
"Forever, As Many Times As It Takes."
The rumor had already spread throughout the academy.
And that's not all.
It was said that Professor Oscar and Victor Korsolin went straight to the Dean to plead for the creation of a new department related to song.
The world is changing.
It was obvious who was holding the baton at the center of it all, even without saying it.
"Fufu."
Juber Brossia let out a small laugh, then immediately began checking the blueprints.
She put her admiration on hold for a moment.
She had a new task, so she had no time to dawdle.
"An artifact in the shape of a piano..."
Was it because of the excitement?
Her fingertips trembled.
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I sent a letter to the academy a little while ago.
It would be a while before a reply came, so in the meantime, I started working on a musical score for beginners.
Erdi had agreed to help me with this.
"Erdi."
"Yes."
"Can you draw?"
"Yes. I've drawn illustrations for newspapers before."
"Then could you please do this for me?"
I handed him a few references I had thought of beforehand.
The optimal posture for performing.
The appropriate height for the hands.
The structure of the piano.
The shape of the keys.
And so on.
It seemed better to express these things with drawings.
"I'll have it completed by tomorrow."
"Thanks."
The rest was straightforward.
How to read the clef and basic scores.
Developing finger independence.
Basic performance, understanding rhythm, scale practice.
It was truly very simple.
These are things that are included in the exact same way in the basic piano textbooks of my old world.
By organizing the material while thinking about the parts Diana usually struggled with, I could intuitively know what content beginners would need.
I subdivided the curriculum and inserted easy melodies here and there to make it fun as well.
There probably isn't a more accurate and easier practice score in this world.
"Should I add content about chords starting from page 4?"
"That's fine. Let's make them familiar with major scales first, then introduce chords."
"And... accompaniment patterns and how to use the pedals."
"Ah! Erdi, draw the part about pressing the pedals too."
"Understood."
Everything was going smoothly.
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"Sir! What song are we singing today?"
"Let's see..."
From noon until evening, I had about an hour of vocal practice with Aria.
She would do fine on her own, but since I had volunteered to be her guardian, it would be meaningless if I didn't watch over her.
I was composing a few songs that would suit her and practicing them together.
"By the way, Sir. The lyrics to all these songs are strange."
"Ah."
"And the melody is... kind of..."
I had nothing to say.
I had tested out various things with Aria's voice, so I had taught her a few girl group songs from my past life that I thought sounded decent.
But.
"My eyes sparkle, blink-blink, my head goes spin-spin-spin, peeping around..."
"Let's stop there."
This isn't going to work.
K-pop, failed.
On top of that, it's impossible to reproduce the feeling of those original songs with just a single piano.
I expected as much, but you don't know until you try.
Now I know.
There are some things you can know without trying.
It seems better to select music from the classical or opera genre.
'What would be good?'
That's a problem to think about.
For now.
"You remember what we practiced yesterday, right? Let's do that again."
"Yes!"
Aria takes a deep breath.
A voice that makes you feel good no matter when you hear it flows out.
I should probably schedule a new performance soon.
Once I'm done with the scores.
'Busy life in another world.'
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After that, it was almost a repeat of the same daily life.
From morning to noon, territory work.
Vocal practice with Aria.
Rest.
Furiously writing scores.
Meeting with Erdi.
Lessons with Diana.
Then, one day.
Edward visited the mansion.
"No way."
"It's about Professor Brossia. I thought a letter would arrive, but she went ahead and sent the completed artifact. I thought I should let you know as soon as possible, so I came by."
"Let's go right away."
This woman is definitely a genius.
The piano-shaped artifact I had requested in the first place.
A synthesizer recreated with this world's magic.
She could have just sent a reply, and that would have been enough, but she even completed it already.
I was dying of curiosity.
I ran to the theater with Edward.
By carriage, of course.
"Is this it?"
A large box was placed below the stage.
Seeing that the lid was already open, it seemed Edward had already finished checking it.
"It matches the blueprints the young master drew for the most part."
Definitely.
A long rectangular shape.
88 keys.
It doesn't make a sound yet.
I'll have to play the piano myself and record the sound for this part.
The key action is quite light.
It can't be helped.
The difference between a budget model made by combining artifacts and a real grand piano is bigger than I thought.
Perfect reproduction is difficult.
This is a problem that applies equally to digital pianos in my old world.
Unlike a grand piano, which has a structure where a hammer strikes a string, a digital piano works by playing back recorded sound samples.
The existence of hammers and strings affects the key action.
But a digital piano doesn't have those.
So, naturally.
It's impossible to expect the same texture unless you artificially add an action.
Anyway, it's fine.
This level is already excellent.
"This is the letter Professor Brossia enclosed."
Edward handed me a sheet of paper.
The content was simple.
Production is somehow possible.
But mass production in a short period is not.
Since it's an object mixed with dozens of artifacts, it seems it's not easy to perfectly organize the circuits.
"We'll have to wait and see about commercialization."
Edward nodded at my words.
Still, it's a good start.
Great things are done surely, even if slowly.
That's the standard way.
It's a blessing just to get the results quickly.
This is touching.
'Thank you, Professor!'
Before returning to the mansion, I stopped by Erdi's newspaper company to share the news.
"Really? That's great!"
"Lately, so many good things have happened one after another, I feel like I'm flying."
"Haha."
At that moment.
The president of the newspaper company, who had been listening to our conversation, subtly approached and said,
"I listen to the young master's music, and it's wonderful."
"Thank you."
"Actually, I went to a nearby Count's house this morning to discuss a sponsorship matter, and as luck would have it, the young ladies were gathered for a social meeting. I didn't mean to listen, but they were all talking about the young master's music. I was quite surprised."
"That's another piece of news. Shouldn't we print it in the paper?"
"It's already been printed."
"Pardon?"
"Don't worry. It's just about how popular the young master's music is."
Well, I don't really mind.
Isn't that what a newspaper company does in the first place?
Moreover, if it's causing this much of a stir, it would be stranger if it wasn't made into an article.
I'll have to accept it.
"Would you like a copy for a souvenir?"
"That would be nice."
I received the newspaper from the president and stepped outside.
I only exchanged brief greetings with Erdi, as we were meeting again in the evening.
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The moment I arrived at the mansion, Theo came to find me.
I thought I had finished all the work in the morning?
"Is there something urgent?"
"The Count has arrived."
Father?
If it was something simple, a letter would have been much more convenient.
The fact that he came all the way here means it's not an ordinary matter.
'So many people are looking for me today of all days.'
I don't know if this is good or bad.
Anyway.
I hurriedly headed for the reception room.
"What brings you here?"
"Do I need a reason to come to my own mansion?"
"That's true."
He's right.
I am merely managing my father's territory as his proxy.
Maybe he came for an impromptu inspection, to check if I'm managing it well.
As I was thinking that, an unexpected remark came out.
"I'm thinking of holding a banquet soon."
"A banquet?"
"Don't you think it's time we started paying attention to our interactions with the other families in the area?"
That's true.
The Tilberg family is no longer just an ordinary Baron's family.
Our status and influence are much greater than before.
'Interacting with the nobles.'
Now that I hear it, it seems important.
Connections are valuable in any era.
Not just the heads of families, but the solidarity between the young successors is also quite meaningful.
"And one more thing."
Father continued.
"My son has been so successful as an artist, shouldn't I give him a proper celebration?"
"..."
"This banquet is also an occasion to commend your achievements."
"...I understand."
"I want to show you off to everyone, too."
"Isn't that the real reason?"
I have no complaints.
A banquet.
The location is the mansion in my father's new territory.
The servants there have already begun preparations, I hear.
"Then I will see you then."
After seeing Father off, I sat down with Theo.
The emergency meeting begins.
"What do people usually wear to a banquet?"
"Haven't you experienced it a few times already?"
"That's different from this."
It's the first event since my title was promoted.
The scale is different.
The status of the guests will surely be considerable as well.
"To avoid any mishaps, I need to start preparing now. First, call a tailor."
"Understood."
Busy, busy.
Just another day in another world.
It doesn't let me rest for even a moment.