"Who is he?"
"I know him. He's Asheff, the Legate from the Kevil Empire. I welcomed him at the city gate, so I remember him clearly."
"Huh? He's the one who refused to sing?"
"That's him!"
"How dare he desecrate the Goddess's rules!"
"What desecration? I think he simply can't sing!"
The maids approaching them looked at Yu Sheng'an, who was behaving wildly and speaking like a madman, and began whispering among themselves.
When they learned Yu Sheng'an's true identity, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they glared at him angrily.
It was one thing for him to refuse to sing upon entering the city and defy the rules set by the Goddess! But now he was making a scene before the hall—what kind of conduct was that?
Bailier, the Head Maid, was fiercely protective of her mistress. Gritting her teeth, she walked over, determined to stop this man's insolence.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, a hoarse, low voice suddenly came from the hateful man's mouth.
The instant she heard the first line, the Head Maid froze, her steps halting unconsciously.
Beneath the warm sun, I greet the fragrance
Whose girl are you?
I stand upon this palace
As you play your sorrowful tune
The gentle melody and husky, smoky voice carried the mature texture unique to an older man, leaving Bailier, accustomed to grand and majestic music, stunned.
The maids were even more shocked, exchanging bewildered looks!
They were all Aphnora's personal maids and naturally possessed refined musical sensibilities. Yet even they were drawn in by this light folk tune.
What astounded them even more was that the song, from its very opening, was clearly about the scene before them! Could it be... improvised on the spot? At that moment, not only the maids, but even Aphnora within the hall