A gentle breeze blew, and thin wisps of cloud and mist curled around the streets.
Accompanied by melodious music, a tranquil sense of ease rose in the hearts of those passing through Mansi Magic Material Street.
Like everyone else, Angel silently watched the man playing the saxophone beside the fountain from afar.
He was a young man dressed in a black tailcoat. His hair was slightly long and curly, and as the music played, his body swayed gently with the rhythm.
The young man was immersed in the music he played, as though he had shut out all information from the outside world, leaving only himself in the world.
The pulse of the notes grew ever more free and unrestrained. Like the performer's aura, it carried a carefree elegance that cast all restraint aside.
"He must once have been an outstanding musician," Leon murmured with emotion. Though he lacked any talent for performing music, as a titled noble, his musical cultivation was in truth no worse than Angel's.
Leon's sigh drew no response from Angel or Nausicaa.
Nausicaa merely smiled without speaking, because she knew what the man playing music truly was. He was not some musician—he was not even human.
Angel did not respond because his attention had been drawn away by something else.
Just as the young man brought the music to its climax, Angel felt something stir against his chest. His attention instantly tore away from the music, his entire mind focused on his chest, because—
Toby was sleeping soundly in his breast pocket.
Angel carefully observed Toby, but to his disappointment, Toby made no further movement afterward. If not for his extraordinary sensory memory, Angel might even have believed that everything before had been an illusion.
Toby had indeed moved. Was it because of this piece