"Oh... this paper... there's a hole in it, isn't there?"
Looking at the paper she had received from Bell, Meir tilted his neck. Slowly, after tracing it with your finger...
"I wonder if this is bug-eating...?"
"Oh! Meer thinks so, too!" I agree with you, too. "
Matthias, my father, smiled happily.
"Mea giggled, and she accidentally turned her eyes toward Bell..."
“Yes, Dad said the same thing earlier.”
Belle nodded as she snickered,
I knew it was a parent-child.
"Wahaha, that's right, that's right. That's my daughter, Meir. Wahaha!"
You must have been so happy... Matthias laughed in a good mood.
Uzza!... I thought it was me, but naturally, I didn't say anything, just pulled my cheek...
"No, no. If you look closely, the holes are aligned, and there's no way they could have been insect-eaten." What I did was inadvertently stupid. "
Then Meer stares at the paper again and takes it seriously... seriously! Think about it...!
"This... maybe the letters come up when you grill them in the fire..."
"Oh, I knew it." It's the same idea as mine! ”
This time, Belle shouted happily.
"Exactly, Aunt Meer... it's your sister." Ufufu, I'm so glad you agree. "
To the bell with a casual smile... meer, a slightly sinister face.
― ― Seriously, I think the result is that Belle and I agree... how should I think about it?
Gently, from the side, Strina held out her hand,
Meir-sama, excuse me.
Sturina, who had received the paper, gently pushed it closer to her nose. "I closed my eyes gently and twitched my little nose..."
“Typically, the chemicals used for grilling have a characteristic smell, but I can't feel it anymore.”
Strina continued, returning the paper to Meer.
“I may have used odorless chemicals or the smell may have faded over the years, but I think it's a big risk to put it on fire at this time.”
"Hmm... I see..."
Meer was looking at the paper again, but... suddenly, something came to mind, Pong, and his hands.
"Oh, yes. Wouldn't it be nice to ask Patty?"
After all, Patty is the original inhabitant of this mansion. Moreover, it was probably her brother Hannes who left this piece of paper behind.
If you do that for a second, my father will find out who Patty is. "I didn't even think about it..." As far as I can see, my father keeps on laughing a little stupidly.
- Well, that's okay. If it's like this, maybe.
In the first place, it is impossible to imagine that a young grandmother has come to this era over time.
So Meer turned to Patty.
Patty, who was shaken up, had her eyes twinkled, but she received the paper.
"I wonder, Patty. Do you have any idea what this is?"
As I said it, Meer suddenly thought:
However, if you think about it carefully, isn't it early checking that this paper is a big clue? Even if this hole is artificially drilled, it doesn't necessarily lead to Lord Hannes... In the first place, we can even think of the children in the mansion as just pranks.
"This is..."
Patty, who had received the paper, stared at it seriously. She gently traces the surface of the paper with her thin fingers, and then makes a happy face.
"Sound..."
"Huh...?"
Patty turned her eyes to Meer, and then, once again, to the paper...
"This is what recorded the sound..." I think I can play that instrument of the Marquis de Schubert's. ”
"Huh. Sounds..."
Behind the roaring meer, Ludwig struck out.
"Oh, right. I've heard of it. Nearly ten years ago, the church tried to symbolize the sound so that the people could sing the traditional hymn of holy hymn... Sure, it's like a Jorgoth score after the inventor....."
Music is the expression of the joy that God has given to the people... ”says the Holy Scripture of God.
And they used music to praise God, and to sow, and to reap, and to give thanks for his works.
But it was only recently that it truly belonged to the people.
A notation method developed by a certain priest of the church. Until the advent of the popularly known Jorgos score, there was no way to express music in this world.
Therefore, the music up to that point is transmitted from the teacher to the disciple by a professional craftsman who handles musical instruments. Or it was supposed to be a singing inheritance.
People became truly familiar with music after Father Yorgos, who was sent to a small country in the West, invented the notation of twelve phonemes... "But..."
"Huh? That's impossible. I mean, Hannes and I thought about this...."
Patty said, opening her eyes wide.
"I played that instrument and played it with the two of us..." it should be something only we know.... "
Ludwig grabbed the paper and quickly repositioned his glasses.
If that's true, then maybe there's some connection between that priest and Hannes.
"I see. Based on what Uncle Hannes told me, the priest invented phonological notation..."
Meer puts her hand on her chin and thinks about it. Right beside it,
"Father Jorgos... could it be..."
Yana saw her brother, Cyril's face.
"Could it be... that time..."