Chapter 384: NO.147 Skilled and Easy

Singing is really nice. Songs can moisturize people's hearts; this is the cultural essence produced by Lilin (humans).

——by Kaworu Nagisa.

Although he had said such things in remembered works, more often Kaworu Nagisa's love for music is manifested in the piano that seems to appear bound to him.

Occasionally it can also be a violin.

As for singing itself, Aomo's memory only has a record of him humming; the sung melody is still that of Ode to Joy.

Leaving aside the EVA series' insistence on Ode to Joy, combining Aomo's records seen in the hall, this person named Kaworu Nagisa, who possesses the power of the Fruit of Life and a human body and mind, though his sense of life is not much, he is quite fond of music.

This fondness is fully manifested on the second floor.

Violins, guitars, and basses hung on the wall, cello cases and drum sets placed beside the wall, and even his extremely familiar broadcasting and mixing equipment……

If the lobby objects on the first floor show this person's personality's lack, then the second floor exists entirely for music.

Thus, when Aomo just stepped out of the stairway, he even dazed a bit.

If he were heading to the battlefield, this moment of dazing would be fatal.

But he merely stepped into a music room.

Even before the floor-to-ceiling window there was an open balcony, from which there had been faint music that had been penetrating others' beautiful dreams from the start.

That music had not stopped even now; Aomo had already seen the grand piano near the balcony, and the two people in front of it.

They sat side by side, playing with four fingers connected, leaving Aomo and others a back view.

This looks like a great opportunity; while Vlad was still surveying the second-floor instrument arrangement, he had already stood beside Aomo, slightly raising his spear.

The questioning intent of his gaze was self-evident.

Enough to bring a certain Thousand-World Tree family head to tears—when he served as Master, his duke was not necessarily so gentle and obedient.

Can only say unworthy, ah, unworthy.

For the Wallachian duke whose family situation is tragically like a car crash scene, having a true friend is already rare, having a junior who gets along normally is even rarer.

Precisely because of this factor, even though his friend had become an electronic vampire, he still remembered that the friend had once hoped he would look after that child.

When he saw that child's name appear in a rescue request sent from the Clock Tower branch, he responded without hesitation.

When the woman who gave him a strong sense of threat proposed letting the child lead the action, he likewise gave a +1.

This is both to give the child a chance to perform and to see whether Morrison's adopted son is as excellent as he boasted.

The magic claw that intruded into the dream made him acknowledge that the other was not a mundane self-motivator.

That was a test of the heart, and also proof of resolve.

Now, he not only wants to see the other's resolve again, but also to see their action.

As for the threat of enemies in the dream……

Frankly speaking, in this mixed dream, even if one dies it's not considered serious harm, because it is merely a forcibly patched rift, and everyone's dream world is only allowed to show a part.

Conversely, what is destroyed is also only a part.

Compared to death, the greater loss is still the other's escape.

For Vlad, this is an information gap; for Aomo, he can see that Kaworu Nagisa now is clearly in the same state as Miss Ling—awake in reality, even active, but his dream self also exists.

Just whether information sharing is also synchronized is something Aomo is not clear about.

He tends toward synchronization, after all, in reality when Texas and Lapland were about to strike Kaworu Nagisa, his dream self also reacted like a reflex and indeed struck.

And that strike should have been a face‑to‑face clash that would inevitably lead to battle—then Morgan came.

That foot planted on the ground, the grand magic spreading from the point of impact, seemed to offer another chance to start over.

Even in reality, they were largely engaged in genuine conflict.

It's been just a few minutes; whether Lapland's boast can truly be fulfilled with Zara's help…… Aomo is still unclear on this, so he needs this step now.

The youth raised his hand, lightly placed it on the spear lifted by the Berserker, and gently pressed it down.

In the Berserker's blue eyes there was no anger; he merely looked at that hand, then at the other's calm brown eyes, and in deep gaze yielded to the force, lowering his weapon.

And the dragon girl nearby who noticed this was not very surprised.

Music is a language without borders; a poet skilled in rhythm can hear from that complete joyful tune the synchronization stemming from the two, which suffices to prove the depth of the performers' spiritual connection, and also to show the other lacks battle intent.

Then let's not fight; although the attack in reality certainly counts.

If we handle this side well, the other side will also be easy.

If we simply want to fight, it's just wasted effort.

Just as Vlad thought, Ling makes it clear that dying here entails no loss.

Since Miss Morgan intervened, the dream route's goal can no longer be to destroy the opponent's spirit…… Thinking of this, she turned back.

Through the seemingly pale but solid wall hung with instruments, she looked toward the distant fairy queen.

The latter was also looking this way.

The walls forged from beautiful dreams, for both sides, could be treated as non‑existent; but the latter had originally been gazing at Aomo, and now, noticing the gaze, also looked over.

The two, both adept controllers in the dream realm, met eyes, then each looked away.

They weren't particularly taken with each other; their attraction paled compared to those two pianos of Nan Tong.

Getting back to the point, if Morgan had done wrong that would also be obviously not the case; if not for Morgan's sudden appearance, everyone now should be awake, surrounding the real Kaworu Nagisa.

Rather than now gathering together to listen to music.

The not‑long piano piece had reached its end; the black‑haired and white‑haired youths both lifted their hands from the keys, gazed at each other, rose, and then the black‑haired youth looked toward the three standing behind, his expression surprised then wary, showing his extreme immersion while playing the piano.

And the white‑haired youth also rose, smiling gently, and said to him: 'Shinji‑kun, don't be nervous; they just came to talk with me.'

Saying that, he turned his head toward Aomo and the others: 'Am I right? Sir.'

At a glance he seemed to be looking at everyone, but a closer look reveals that only Aomo is reflected in his crimson pupils.

'Or perhaps you want to talk with us.'

Likewise returning a smile, Aomo's gaze was not only on him, but also on the somewhat flustered Shinji Ikari beside him.

Sensitive, delicate, severely lacking the confidence to navigate the world... Aomo gazed at the black‑haired boy, his gaze also turned helpless.

Unlike Mo Gen, whose nature is hard to determine, and Miss Ling, who subconsciously refuses to read, I don't know whether it's because the image in the beautiful dream is thin or because reality is just like that; Aomo can see through him at a glance.

Such a person, lacking twists and turns, has every move reflecting their own anxiety, and that shallow personality.

This is also rather rare.

Although Zhu Xun is similar, Zhu Xun's background and living environment are inherently special, whereas Mr. Zhenshi... not only has a shallow personality, but also carries a hint of hysteria from being extremely oppressed by the environment.

This is... "Q", right?

In a certain movie I've seen before, Ding Zhenshi is indeed regarded as a sinner, alienated, isolated, and even hated.

On the contrary, I can cope with this somewhat improved mental state.

He withdrew his gaze, then looked toward Zhu Xun again.

"How about we talk on the balcony?" Aomo suggested.

"That place is quite a good boundary."