The tinkling piano music drifted across the sea. Slowly, even without amplifiers, the sounds of the two pianos began to blend together.
Integra did not play strictly according to Roselle's score, adding plenty of improvisation. Yet whenever she changed key, the piano on the Black Pearl immediately followed; and whenever the other side changed key, Integra responded perfectly at once.
Two pianos, two sounds. Though they were far enough apart that transmission should have produced considerable discrepancies, both sides somehow kept their tempos perfectly aligned. And as the distance gradually closed, their mutual understanding rose exponentially.
"The estimated distance is around three hundred meters." Jones, who had calibrated the distance with a rope, reported again. Everyone looked at Integra by the piano with strange expressions.
A few Beyonders with children had even begun considering whether they ought to find piano teachers for their children.
Honestly, this was the first time they had thought, Having this lady on the ship really is wonderful. If it had been up to them, even if they knew the way to conquer the Black Pearl was through piano playing, probably no one could have done it. At best, they would have been like those pirates who had been attacked—randomly playing a few pieces and then leaving it to luck.
The piano music was harmonious and pleasant, as though welcoming guests from afar. The Black Pearl had also slowly come within boarding range for those with Beyonder Abilities.
However, just as the MI9 personnel prepared to jump across, a powerful pressure suddenly descended upon everyone—
"When listening to music, you have to be polite!"
Integra's sweet, lively voice rang beside their ears, yet it felt like a massive hammer smashing down onto the crowns of the MI9 members' heads. For a moment, they were dizzy and