Greek Demon Myth - Greek Demon Myth chapter 139

139 – What is Music

After a war, with strife and discord on both sides, sweeps the battlefield attended by worries and fears.

To heal this, a festival is held with fragrant wine and loud music.

A festival of war in which the defeated wash away their wounds with alcohol, and the victors clink glasses to give honor and glory to the gods.

However, the festival of this Heroes Wars was so glorious and honorable that it could not be compared to any other festival.

None other than Dionysus, the main god of wine, declared that he would come to heal the wounds of the young heroes and praise the glory of the victors.

The Banquet of Dionysus.

A grand festival where nymphs and satyrs, gods and goddesses, humans and spirits come together to share drinks, dance, and sing. Everyone dreams of participating.

Another war was in full swing in the Forest of Heroes, which unexpectedly became the venue for the grand festival.

-Beep beep!

“Again! Again!!”

“Isn’t the pitch fluctuating! Are you calling that a performance?!”

East of the Forest of Heroes.

At the Seoul Arts Center, dedicated to Apollo, beautiful performances and fiery roars played an endless cacophony.

“There! Erilke! What did you just beep!?”

“Hey!? Sin, sorry!”

“Sorry, play! Play! What is that pig-picking sound now!?”

“What you have in your hand is Syrinx. Other than that, it’s not a hunting whistle used by savages!”

“The performance will start soon, are you going to keep making mistakes!?”

Malignant Orpheus, the best composer, performer, and conductor of the forest among the children of the gods related to musical arts.

Among the satyrs who are gifted musicians, Marsyas is renowned as the chief flute player of Dionysus.

In Greece, in terms of music, the best artists that no one would dare to follow except Apollo, the celestial performer, burst into a roar.

The audience seats on the circular stage, which were originally filled with students in the position of learning, are now full of members selected through strict screening.

The musicians and nymphs, who inherited the blood of Orpheus’ half-brothers and sisters, Horai, Musai, and other gods of music, were elite members who would perform in front of the king and gods at the upcoming banquet of Dionysus.

Genius musicians who will be served as honored guests at the royal banquet hall wherever they go. However, even such artists could only shed tears at the abstract anger of the two conductors.

As soon as the sun goes down, the organizer of the festival will lead the gods and heroes to the forest with a staff wrapped in vines.

The two musicians, who love music more than anyone else and respect playing, pecked at the member who made a mistake with a fire-breathing momentum.

“Oh, God damn Apollo! Soon you will have to perform in front of the gods, and you still make the same mistakes?”

“I must personally run to Dionysus and plead with him. My lack of teaching has led me to show such rudeness in front of the gods!”

“Poem, poetry, I will correct it!”

Perhaps Eris had come personally, the two commanders were furious like never before, but no one was able to tackle them.

Musicians who seem delicate on the outside, but anger comes to their hands and feet, because several of the scrupulous musicians who protested against the results of the screening have already been carried away by Asclepius with their heads blown off.

I didn’t even think to stop it like that, and while everyone lowered their heads praying that the storm would pass, cheerful footsteps were heard along with the midday sunlight.

“Yeah~ Everyone must be busy?”

A man breaks into the rehearsal stage, which is written as hall and read as battlefield.

A tall face with a leisurely smile as if there is nothing to fear in the world.

From his long black hair, darker than the grain of the night, to his bizarre outfit like a gown that was as black as that black hair, he was an impressive man that you will never forget once you see him.

He was another great hero, Dianes, who was the protagonist of this Heroic War and was on par with Hercules, who won the victory single-handedly.

“Oh! Dianes!”

“Welcome. Welcome! You are the master of walking heroic stories, overflowing inspiration and myths!”

At the appearance of the hero dressed in jet black, the ferocious sword wind turned into a spring breeze and died away in an instant.

Hercules’ power and grandeur contrasted with his mystical charm and enigma, and he was an ideal source of conversation for artists.

Even Hyperborea’s ability to handle musical instruments made even the two recognized by the gods of music and festivals stick out their tongues, so how could they not welcome it?

“Everybody seems to be busy, but I’ll take a little time.”

“What do you mean, a visit from a top-notch musician like you is always welcome to Apollo’s followers like us.”

“Orpheus is right. If the members of this place can resemble even half of your inspiration and melody. Marcias, you must have no wish.”

At that, some of the members who had worked hard to prepare frowned at the thought of being ignored, but Dianes and the male members of an insula quietly nodded their heads.

The exotic melody that spreads softly in the middle of the night when you kiss your lover and drink with your dear friends.

How many times I cried at a sorrowful tone filled with remorse and longing, in direct contrast to the Greek melody that was always full of glory and joy, and was not worthy of my age.

Unfortunately, the owner of that melody had disappeared somewhere when they tried to find it, and I was afraid of repercussions if I touched it while sleeping with a small and beautiful lover.

Rather, this surprise visit was a welcome event for anyone present.

“But what happened? If you were the main character of the day, you would be busiest right now, right?”

“Well, all kinds of kings were excited about it. They weren’t very nutritious stories. Look at these more than that.”

Dianes, who handed the paper to them first, took out a wad of paper from his bosom and scattered it in the air.

-Chack!

The papers fluttering in the air fluttered through the air and were sucked into the hands of the members of the party.

“What is this? Dianes? It’s an unfamiliar melody…”

“Hmm… Very, very peculiar.”

The paper Dianes scattered was a sheet of music.

The music engraved in neat handwriting is full of unconventional tones that have never been found before.

An exciting timbre and repeating addictive melodies.

It was as if the unconventional and stimulating tone lingered in my ears, making me ride the beat while my eyes were white.

“I am on my way after hearing what Asclepius just said. How the hell did you catch them and bring them back as fish eyes with dead eyes?”

In this place where there are two doctors whose medical skills are in contact with the gods, the most dangerous injury to warriors is not the physical wound that is visible to the naked eye.

Because it was possible to return to the original state no matter how many times a bone was broken or a limb was blown off.

However, a broken heart was an incurable area that could not be cured with any alcohol or medicine.

Such patients with incurable diseases overflowed the treatment center in an instant.

As a result, the guest who visited the winner of the war before the appeasement of the kings or the praise of the gods was the son of the God of Faith, threatening those fish eyes with an obsidian scalpel.

“It is said that the winner should offer a prayer as a representative, but honestly, wouldn’t this be better for an opening speech?”

“Oh… Then you’ve come to the right place. There is no better medicine than music to cheer up a wounded soul and a broken will.”

“In that sense, this piece is, how to say. That’s absolutely optimal. Festivals are old days, so you have to be happy and drunk from start to finish. If this…”

“And surprisingly, the difficulty of playing is not very high…”

Looking at the two humming along to the sheet music, tapping the beat with their hooves and bobbing their heads, Dianes smiled contentedly.

“Was it a little rude?”

“Oh no! Although there were minor dissonances. If it’s a song like this, you’ll have to put it together a few times.”

“Everyone, there are no members who are uncomfortable with a song like this, right?”

Those who read each song slightly hardened their faces.

No one could shake their head resolutely as the gods of these halls glared at them.

Because I was well aware of how strong Orpheus’ Firinanta and Marsyas’ hoof kick were.

Everyone listened to the instruments to practice the hastily added song while shedding bloody tears inside.

“Then, the singer, or singer king, on the first stage is none other than you, right?”

“Maybe so. Me, I’m not very good at singing.”

“Humility is enough. Come on, come this way. There is no time!”

The best musician in Greece and the best musician in Greece put their arm on the shoulder of the main character who smiled bitterly and dragged him to the middle of the stage.

What kind of music will this mysterious musician sing?

The two music fanatics didn’t want to miss the golden opportunity to find out.

“Hmmm, but what a strange song. The title is also meaningful.”

“Did you compose it?”

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“Oh, no, no. It’s a song by a seasoned female singer who was sensationally popular in my hometown.

We held a commemorative concert at a high-spirited scola like this place, and the response was amazing.”

“It’s a pretty unconventional piece of music, but… on the contrary, Dionysus-sama might like it.”

“Apollon will welcome you too. He is always thirsty for new music.

I heard that he is lamenting that there is no music to play at the banquet of the gods these days…”

The short rehearsal started like that.

As the two conductors affirmed, the talented members who had been trained through hellish practice played perfect chords in just two or three tries.

Impressed to recall the music he had heard and sang in his hometown, the protagonist of this stage also forgot the rehearsal and raised his voice with excitement.

A stage of perfect madness followed.

“Chuckling! This is what living is all about!”

“Good, good, good. It’s perfectly fine! Isn’t that right, everyone!?”

“Cheap heap heap! Grape vine of Dionysus! You should have been born a satyr!”

As if they hadn’t drunk a drop of alcohol, but were already drunk, the three protagonists put their arms around their shoulders and nodded their heads.

“Whoop whoop! Crazy! You’re really crazy!”

“Aren’t we getting hit by arrows later? Is this almost heretical? Giggles!”

“At this level, even our mothers would acknowledge it and dance. I swear by Musai’s skirt!”

The members, who were very stiff, came down from the audience seats, had fun, and were dancing shoulder to shoulder.

Isn’t it too early for music in this era?

Whether this is practice or play, the festival continues until the messenger sent by the gods takes away the only winner.