Fortunately, Glaimo and Uriel were both cultured men.
When they saw Luigi appear in the courtyard, they tacitly slowed their argument, finished expressing their final points within a minute, then each returned to their own place.
Uriel returned to the second floor of the attic and vented his pent-up emotions by playing the "Black Sheep Confession Song" on the piano.
Glaimo, meanwhile, left the courtyard of the Travel Cabin, went beneath the tree below the attic, picked up his harp, and began accompanying the "Black Sheep Confession Song" as well.
However, the styles of their "Black Sheep Confession Song" could not have been more different. One was a cry to the heavens after long suppression, questioning the injustice of the gods.
Glaimo's "Black Sheep Confession Song," on the other hand, was a blazing inferno, eager to burn every believer, along with the lofty gods above, into ash.
The two differently styled performances intertwined and reflected one another.
They were not exactly harmonious, yet they unexpectedly fit together.
After all, they were fighting over the right to define the "Black Sheep Confession Song." Naturally, even while accompanying the other's performance, each had to use his own style to overwhelm the other.
In the Little Garden of the Travel Cabin.
Everyone silently gazed outside, listening to the fierce music...
If notes could take physical form, the scene outside would surely have been swords and blades shooting at one another—your throwing knife piercing the second floor, my longsword stabbing into the courtyard.
"Listening to their performance now, I think I understand the clash of musical philosophies you mentioned earlier..." Ms. Moon said quietly.
Earlier, Luigi had said that one of Glaimo and Uriel felt extreme loathing, while the other held conservative opposition. At the time, Ms. Moon had not quite understood.
But now,