She was too beautiful. The most beautiful woman Dyon had ever seen.
Her hair was done up in an elegant bun, held together by a couple of Chinese style hair pins with elaborate and noble three dinsional designs attached to their ends.
With her hair put up like that, it accentuated her long, slender neck and immaculate posture. Her large eyes were a pretty shade of gold and her face was carved of delicate, perfectly sculpted features that grasped one’s heart.
The slope of her nose, the outline of her pink lips, the gentle point of her chin, it was all enticing to an extre.
Yet, none of this even began to consider her figure. Her purple cheongsam clung to her silhouette, rounding the large peaks of her chest and chasing down the volu of her hips. Even in such a graceful, seated position, she exuded an air of charm that made birds sing.
Seeing Dyon’s stunned look, Delia rolled her eyes fiercely.
‘If I knew he’d be here too, I would have never asked big sister Madeleine to help train. Such a pervert.’
Madeleine giggled, not seeming to mind. Her hair bobbed in its bun along with her gentle laughter, her bright golden eyes sparkling beneath her glasses.
Dyon shook his head, recovering from his blank out, “I’m Dyon, it’s nice to et you,”
Dyon stretched out his hand to greet Madeleine.
Madeleine’s gentle voice greeted Dyon back. “I’m Madeleine. I’ve heard of you Dyon, my uncle thinks highly of you.”
Madeleine’s soft, small hands entered Dyon’s and he felt like he was in a trance once again. His heartbeat sped up and his chest slightly reddened, but, this ti, he managed to keep a composed smile on his face.
But before he could release Madeleine’s hand, he frowned, ‘Her hand is colder than it should be.’
Without being able to control himself Dyon blurted out. The concern in his voice was much more than even he thought it would be.
“Are you okay?”
Madeleine started for a second, slowly retracting her hand once Dyon let go. Delia gave Dyon a surprised look.
Dyon scratched his head awkwardly. “I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have asked that.”
Madeleine sowhat bitterly smiled. She lowered her head and spoke so softly that the gentle swaying of the water almost completely drowned her out.
“I’ve been sick since I was young,” But almost as if she had never been sad, she looked up and smiled, “Since even my Sapientia family can’t find a solution, it seems as though I’m a bit dood,” She chuckled, “But, with all of this beauty around , how could I be sad all of the ti.”
Dyon’s heart ached. He had never t this girl before, but her gentle soul touched him. It was sothing he hadn’t felt in a long ti.
Dyon sat down on a rock beside Madeleine. “May I see your lyre?”
A small smile appeared on Madeleine’s face as she watched Dyon intently.
‘Usually people extend apologies, not even understanding that that makes break apart inside. It seems like he wants to communicate with through music,’ Madeleine covered her red lips with her delicate hands as an enchanting laugh left her, ‘I wonder where his understanding of the will of music has reached. Can he rival ?’
Madeleine nodded lightly, passing her lyre over.
Just this scene alone seed to stun Delia. She knew how much Madeleine treasured that lyre. It was the only piece of her Master she had left before they were forced to separate due to Madeleine’s sickness.
Maybe Delia and Madeleine’s family were the only ones who knew that Madeleine was never ant to be in a place like this.
Dyon looked up at Madeleine, entranced by her sparkling eyes. ‘Such a smile… How nice would it be if it never faded?’
Madeleine’s eyes sohow beca even gentler as she saw the look Dyon was giving her.
‘He isn’t trying to impress , and his eyes aren’t clouded by lust. I’ve never seen such a pure look before.’ Madeleine’s heart subtly ward.
Dyon waved his palms and a golden fire appeared in his hands, it blazed, larger and larger, wafting a gentle warmth onto the faces of the 3 who watched him.
‘That’s…’
‘An Innate Aurora and it’s so powerful?’ Madeleine was shocked.
Although she had seen Dyon’s display through a monitor, she hadn’t been able to feel its pressure and couldn’t make an accurate judgent. Suddenly she looked down at herself, ‘Why do I feel so much better… he isn’t curing , but this feels better than any of the dicine and elixirs I’ve taken… Did he know this would happen?’
The fla in Dyon’s hand slowly morphed into a golden lily as he slowly brought it to the string of the lyre.
‘What control…’ The 3 of them thought simultaneously.
The strings vibrated, radiating out a gentle song, that resonated with Madeleine, bringing more and more color to her face. Her beauty seed to multiply, almost as if the golden fire was intent on bringing her to the peak of perfection.
Delia looked over and noticed the changes in the girl she had called big sister for as long as she could rember. Tears started streaming down her face.
“You’ve been suffering for a long ti. How could I, Dyon Sacharro, allow such beauty in this world to wither even in the slightest.”
He had never played the lyre before, but the piano was only a string instrunt with extra steps. With the perfect pitch Dyon had honed over his years of play, he understood the notes that made up this lyre with relative ease. In that case, playing it ca down to nothing more than control…
Dyon spoke softly, beads of sweat running down his face. His hands slid across the strings, playing a lody that radiated with heat and passion, warming up Madeleine the more he played.
‘First level… Second…. Fourth…’
Dyon’s display of music will shot up.
His tune beca better and better, his hands becoming more deft and his tune becoming more beautiful. Hot blood rushed through Madeleine’s body like an endless stream.
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