Chapter 3
~”O, no trial shall break my loyalty, long live Grasis.”~
The quietly hummed melody came to an end.
Ahem.
“As expected, military songs don’t suit my voice.”
It’s originally a much more spirited tune, but with my delicate voice, it doesn’t quite hit the mark. No matter how skilled a singer is, there are songs that just don’t match them from birth. Just like that, it feels like the tone of the song and my voice are completely out of sync. I could change the atmosphere with a rearrangement, but I can’t do that, and even if I could, I wouldn’t want to.
“Even so, you would have liked it, right, Garid?”
This was Garid’s favorite song. Whenever he drank, he would belt it out at the top of his lungs until the house shook. If I had to pick the most patriotic person I’ve ever met, I’d choose Garid without hesitation. A person who sings a military anthem even when thoroughly drunk—he’s a model knight, after all.
…Hmm, saying it like this makes him sound like a drunkard.
“Still, don’t you think I’ve gotten better than before? I’ve been practicing ever since you praised me, Garid.”