A witch with her hair loose around her shoulders sat at a piano, playing along with a symphony—Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, the famous Destiny Symphony.
The symphony drifted out from behind the curtain of the small stage. Though there was sound, everything behind the curtain remained pitch-black; no figures could be seen, nor any Musical Instruments. All they could hear was the rising and falling, harmoniously interwoven music.
A tall boy stood at the front of the crowd, cradling a thick, heavy book as he listened quietly.
As Zheng Qing and the others approached, the witch struck the keys heavily. The passionate, forceful melody echoed through the spacious living room, and the fierce, repetitive sounds of battle pounded against every visitor's eardrums.
The layered opening of the first movement of Destiny Symphony.
Zheng Qing recognized it.
When the music finally eased a little, a crisp, bright female voice rang out as well:
"What are your thoughts about the future?"
"Under Bragi and Mimir's listening, beneath Apollo's gaze, and with Merlin as witness, you may confess your thoughts to your brothers and sisters... Any thoughts at all."
Bragi, Mimir, and Apollo were all gods of music from myth and legend, while Merlin was a Legendary Archwizard of the Wizarding World. These beings were real, so their witness was a very solemn matter to wizards.
The three newcomers held their breath as they waited for the boy's answer.
"The future is too far away. I don't have the ability to think that far ahead." The boy smiled somewhat stiffly, then said in a firm tone, "In the short term, I hope to enter a university and become an official student."
That was already a very clear goal.
But Colmar paid no attention to the boy's determination.
She merely brushed the