After the classical gentleman entered and elegantly greeted Lucifer, he raised his head with a smile. His golden wig was unexpectedly light and soft, without the slightest hint of heaviness.
But Lucifer knew that the reason every strand of the wig shone with a brilliant golden color was that they were all made of gold.
You had not seen or heard wrong—this was genuine long golden hair.
Not only that, but every part of the classical gentleman's clothing could be described as truly luxurious—even the ten fingers of his hands wore eight rings set with different gemstones.
Although his unique air kept his nouveau riche outfit from looking vulgar, Lucifer still saw through the rustic heart of this fellow.
"Wolfgang, today isn't Tuesday. Why did you come early?" Lucifer asked as she sat beside Charlotte on a chair inlaid with countless gemstones.
Wolfgang was the classical gentleman's name. Lucifer did not like addressing this man by the surname revered by later generations.
"Something unexpected happened, so I intend to alter the plan we originally made." Mozart... Wolfgang appeared even more humble at this moment.
He knew perfectly well who the elegant woman seated before him was: the Son of Light, the great Star of Dawn, the King of Hell, the lord of the Fallen Angel Legion...
"Oh?"
Wolfgang said, "Your Highness once said that as long as I could play a hundred pieces that moved you, you would agree to guide me once through the passage between the two sides."
"It's already been nineteen pieces. Time really flies." Lucifer rested her chin on her hand and chuckled. "But, Wolfgang, are you reminding me of my promise? Do you think my memory is poor? Or do you think I won't honor that promise in the end?"
"Of course not." Wolfgang shook