Vienna.
The music began.
"Moonlight Sonata."
"Fate."
"Music of Qin King Breaking the Formation."
One piece after another began to play.
Gawain leaned back in a broad chair, deeply immersed in the atmosphere created by the music.
The music was too beautiful.
His whole body felt warm and soft, as though he had returned to the embrace of a gentle woman.
Music was the recorder of human history.
Ever since humanity first gained consciousness, it had pursued all kinds of music.
It could bring joy, inspire the spirit, comfort despair, and soothe one's mood.
Its effects were no less than those of the finest medicine.
If this were a game, its effects would be Willpower +5, Command +5, Loyalty +5...
Whenever something became popular and flourished, there was inevitably some indispensable need behind it.
Bang! A tremendous crash rang out.
Iron wills, slaughter across the ground, blood permeating the battlefield.
The drums sounded, and the soldiers advanced; the gong rang to halt the troops, and they scattered in defeat.
Gawain immersed himself in the music.
He felt its melody.
He was learning music with his soul, not his mind.
Who knew how much time passed before his consciousness entered history.
Zula Music on the Hot Continent, the belly dances of natives, the ritual dances of primitive people...
The rise of civilizations and city-states, sacrificial music, battle music...
Music was like the strings of an instrument, running through history.
Barbarism defeated civilization because some of its military systems were stronger than those of civilized people.
Yet they were swiftly conquered by the civilized way of life, only to be defeated in turn by those even more barbaric.
Civilization continued advancing.
Until the movement of the Industrial Revolution began to play...
Barbarism could no longer stand against civilization.
New music emerged.