CH 69.3

I’m a noble.

Cleanliness is my top priority.

A beard is out of the question.

Of course, there are many professors who have beards but it would be cheeky for a newcomer like me to be so arrogant as to have one.

Perseus, who seemed to be disappointed with my reply, left with a nihilistic smile on his face.

Now, we have more manpower but we have more work to do.

Research, chores, management, treatment, socializing.

I’m busy and the slaves are no different from me.

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It’s been a few days since I bought a large number of slaves and finally managed to get a rest day after I’ve settled down for a bit.

In the entrance of the Slayra Mansion, which was built with a spacious layout in accordance with noble requirements, a small orchestra was lined up.

The main band had gone to the royal capital so today’s band is the second band. They are a group of part time musicians who normally work at other jobs but play for festivals and other events.

I had asked them to rehearse a song for Laura-san, who was no longer able to get out due to her big belly.

Of course, that’s not all. Today, I’ve also prepared a surprise for Laura-san, a song that I’ll sing for her.

This is something I would have never done in my previous life but in this world, it’s common practice to dedicate a song or poem as a gift.

「To think you not only have one group of orchestra, you’re a rich noble, aren’t you?」

「Don’t wives of nobles like this kind of thing?」

「I don’t mind having fun but I will mind if it’s already excessive.」

Laura’s body is also swaying in the rhythm as she watches the wolfkin girl play a banjo-like instrument in a terrifyingly fast picking.

The musicians who came to our house a few months ago had recently been spending their spare time in taverns or similar places to learn local music.

What the band is playing now is not the royal capital style or troupe style music with many wind instruments but cheerful tunes played with simple string instruments and other simple things that are used by the local people.

Of course, not all songs were written by the musicians. There were also a lot of local favorites that have become a staple at the taverns in this city.

Laura-san enjoyed them when she heard them at the festival.

The servants of the mansion also came to listen to the music in their spare time and after about 10 songs, it was time for me to sing.

I stood in front of the band and said, “Let me sing for you”. Laura-san, along with the servants, clapped their hands happily and even shouted.

I was surprised when they all ran back inside but then came back with the chef, the head maid, Grandma Mion, and others.

It was a lot of pressure but you can’t do this if you’re shy, right?

The violin-like instrument started to play a delicate prelude and about two bars later, the whole band started to play slowly.

The tune is countryish but I feel like I’m a soul singer.

「My〜sweeeett honeeyyy〜♪you’re like a chicken leeggg～innnn the night skyyyyy～♪」

Pushed by the bouncing bass, I put my feelings to the poem and convey them to Laura-san.

「Withouuuuutt〜Yoouuuu〜I’m annn〜airless〜♪ fish drowning with mouth wide open～♪」

Areh, strange.

The chef and the others are retreating inside.

「Your golden hairr〜is the golden sugar that growssss〜♪sparkling～♪ in the moutainssss～♪」

The maids and Grandma Mion shook their heads and headed back.

S-strange.

Do they want the two of us to be alone?

Don’t tell me they don’t like my poetry?

I’ve rewrote it countless of times with the musicians……

I managed to sing through with a bad feeling, but my musicians are all looking down and drooping. Some of them are even laughing.

No no no no no no no.

Being someone from the 21st century, perhaps my taste was a little too sharp for them.

Well, Laura-san complimented me later saying “It’s a unique poem” so I guess I did good.

It’s the feeling that counts when it comes to things like this, right?

Yeah, it’s the feeling that counts.