“I was talking about earlier….
“Why did you look like that after the performance?” A question that the usual me would never have asked, and the usual Bayel would never have answered.
Bayel walked silently for a while, then raised his head as if thinking about something and answered obediently.
“Because it’s not there.” As expected, the muttering I heard from Bayel before he started playing wasn’t an auditory hallucination.
“Nothing? What?” “Nobody.” I didn’t understand what Bayel was talking about.
Was that vast audience invisible to Bayel? "One person." Bayel spoke again before I could ask.
I was a little surprised, but I just kept quiet and let him speak.
“The audience filled all the seats in the Canon Hall.
Audience, not audience.
No matter how much I looked, I couldn't find a single person.
There was no one there who would understand my songs, no one who could feel what I was saying, no one who would truly 'listen' to my music...
“I’m playing just to meet that one person.”

For a moment, a great commotion arose in my heart, but I walked without showing it.
Bayel returned to his usual self, his mouth tightly shut, and he didn't even glance at me.
But clearly, Bayel opened up to me for the first time that day.
At that time, I couldn't understand the depth of that suffering.
Anyway, from that day on, I also had a goal.
It was to be 'his one and only audience'.
I thought I understood, loved, and listened to his music well enough.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't become that one person.
No matter how much you want it.

In the icy forest where snow-like leaves fall between the white branches, dawn lets out a clear voice.
Suddenly, the musicians hiding here and there in the ice tree forest stop playing.
Then listen to Bayel's performance.
Bayel moved his bow as if daring the god to listen to his music.
That confident performance was so Bayel-like and so moving.
Ah… … Is this really a dream or reality?

I doubted and doubted again, even though I was witnessing it right in front of me.
Music that seemed like it would never end, music that I desperately wished would never end.
Before he knew it, Bayel had become a solo violinist, and the forest had become an orchestra, following Bayel.
I'm the only one in the audience listening to this magnificent surreal concerto.
I wanted to shout out to everyone to listen to this performance at the top of my lungs, but at the same time, I wanted to hide it from everyone and listen to it alone.

I listened to it all, my whole body trembling like an aspen tree.
I heard with my ears, I heard with my eyes, and I heard with my soul.
I felt like I could die from the thrill alone.
The music, which freely crossed octaves, was free and limitless.
If I had to give my life and sell my soul to keep listening, I would have done so.
But… …no matter how eternal or beautiful, music that has begun must end.
This is where all music begins and ends at the same time.
The music began to fade.

I felt a pang of sadness, as if the blood vessels in my whole body were burning.
If my vulgar voice hadn't been so trembling that it might ruin the music, I would have screamed with all my might for them not to stop.
But I was just an audience member, crying with emotion.
I didn't have the strength to lead this music like Bayel.

Finally, the forest fell silent.
Bayel, who finished playing the last chord, was sweating profusely.
Bayel was panting for a while, and I watched him, holding my breath.
Dawn was no longer an instrument of greedy color.
It was held gently in Bayel's hand, looking very pious, yet still beautiful.
The music is over.
But I knew what it meant to have an end and yet be eternal.

“Well then, shall we explain, Maestro?” he asked, sitting across from Bayel. Bayel looked away from me and at Keiser.
Bayel's voice, as he answered him, was dripping with anger.
“I don’t know what you want me to explain.
“Just because there was a body there when I passed by, does that mean I’m the murderer of a body that looks like it’s been dead for years?”

Kaiser looked into Bayel's eyes and spoke monotonously.
“As everyone here knows, you have a pretty cool murder weapon, don’t you? A weapon that’s worth seventy million fernas, that’s some damn joke.” “Hey!” Tristan slammed his desk, but Bayel stopped him.
Instead, he smiled coldly and spoke to Kaiser.
“I will forgive your insult just now, since you are not a musician.
It's hard to believe that he's a citizen of Ethan, but he seems to have absolutely no musical talent.
“Are you telling me now that I used my precious instrument, which is like my life, as a weapon to kill a mere man?”

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