The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 255



33. The Anomaly!

“This is quite interesting. The word ‘unexpected’… Am I fortunate enough to be recognized by you, the great performer?”

Mu En swirled his wine glass, speaking with a half-smile.

“Not… not at all! I don’t know you at all!”

The beautiful performer’s tone clearly faltered for a moment.

“What I meant was… it was unexpected for me to be called over by a noble like you!”

Noble?

Mu En raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Sean beside him, giving a subtle glance.

Sean shook his head.

After all, coming to a place like the lower city, Mu En naturally couldn’t wear the luxurious and formal attire he would don to meet His Majesty, so he had changed into ordinary clothes before coming.

Now, he appeared to be just an unremarkable blonde handsome guy, devoid of any traces of nobility.

In this world, being a blonde and wealthy does not necessarily mean one is noble.

However, Mu En didn’t dwell on this point; perhaps the other party was just guessing. He continued to smile leisurely and said, “Oh, I see. But you say you don’t know me, yet Miss Performer, why… do I feel like you look somewhat familiar?”

“Familiar…?”

“Exactly. Your height, your demeanor, the way you speak, and…”

Mu En lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping over the beautiful performer before him, taking in the view, and then inevitably landing on… that towering mountain range.

“You…”

Feeling Mu En’s obvious gaze, the beautiful performer immediately covered her chest, her tone a mix of embarrassment and anger.

“Pervert!”

“Ahem…”

Mu En cleared his throat, his expression awkward.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Who told you to cover your face so thoroughly?”

Heaven knows, what he meant was not that, but rather “the overall impression you give.”

After all, he wasn’t one to be infatuated with beauty; how could he keep staring at that?

The most basic courtesy in conversation is to look at the other person’s face or eyes, and he understood that well.

But the problem was…

Her face was obscured too thoroughly by that magic, and he certainly couldn’t just stare hard at a mass of mist where nothing was clear.

The human eye always unconsciously grabs onto the focal point.

Thus, his gaze could only naturally and uncontrollably fall to that most eye-catching place.

It moved there on its own; it’s not that I was blinded by the wicked Naiko!

“Anyway… you’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know you, and I have no connection to the word ‘acquaintance’ at all.”

The beautiful performer tightly hugged her chest, seemingly unaware that this pressure, viewed from Mu En’s angle, would be even more awkward. She spoke in a deliberately fierce tone:

“If you called me over just to tease me, then please allow me to decline. I will return every single cent of the money you had the waiter bring me—every… last one!”

“Is that so?”

Mu En sighed upon hearing this, not overly fixated on the “beauty” of her appearance.

No matter what, forcing a young girl to show her face would be far too impolite; he was merely a bit curious.

…Perhaps he really did just mistake her for someone else.

After all, while there were some similarities in various aspects, the person in his mind should still be at St. Maria Academy, so whether it was her identity, her position, or her motives, they were completely unrelated to this beautiful performer who was still playing music in the restaurant at this late hour.

As for the holy light… that little bit of holy light didn’t explain much. There are countless followers of the goddess in this world, and many who could use holy light; besides, showing off Elizabeth would be much stronger than that intense display earlier.

“I apologize for my earlier rudeness, beautiful Miss Performer.”

Mu En set down his wine glass, seriously placing his hand over his heart in a gesture of respect:

“There’s no need to return the money. Please believe me, I didn’t call you here to tease you; I truly have a serious matter.”

“Serious… matter?”

Miss Performer was taken aback, “What is it?”

“My friend is a great admirer of your music.”

Mu En pointed to the side,

“Today is the memorial day for his late wife, so I hope you can perform a piece specifically for him.”

“Please… please perform another piece!”

Upon hearing Mu En’s words, Sean froze for a moment, then stood up excitedly, pleading:

“It’s been ten years; I thought I had forgotten her face, but your music has allowed me… to see her clearly again. Please play once more; I haven’t seen enough. I still want… I still want…”

“This…”

Seeing the hot tears streaming from the corners of Sean’s eyes, the emotion completely genuine, Miss Performer couldn’t help but blink her large eyes, shrouded in mist.

She secretly glanced at Mu En, feeling a wave of doubt arise within her.

This guy… is he really just asking me to play for his friend?

He didn’t discover something and want to deliberately expose the truth, nor is it to tease me?

Am I overthinking this?

“What’s wrong? Are you unwilling?”

Mu En smiled at her, the clear azure in his eyes different from before, free of any impurities.

“Then… that’s fine.”

Sean’s sincere sorrow made it impossible for her to turn a blind eye, so the young musician raised her violin again and softly said:

“If it’s just for playing, then yes.”

“Thank you.”

Mu En and Sean thanked each other simultaneously, then straightened their backs and listened intently.

Thus, the music began anew.

The melodious sound seemed like a sacred voice from the heavens, as if it could soothe all inner wounds.

“Olia… Olia…”

Sean once again fell into thoughts of his deceased wife.

And Mu En, perhaps due to his long exposure to Elizabeth, was no longer affected by the faint halo of light that seemed to escape the girl’s control.

He rested his chin on his hand, quietly watching the performer immersed in the piece.

It seemed that influenced by Sean’s genuine longing, she had clearly poured her emotions into the performance, no longer just mechanically drawing the bow across the strings.

So, even without the halo, Mu En could distinctly feel that the piece… had come to life.

The revived music showcased a power entirely different from before, and even Mu En found himself unwittingly captivated.

In a daze, it felt as if a pure saintess had appeared before Mu En.

The saintess, with an ethereal beauty, was opening her wide and warm embrace towards Mu En, guiding him to come closer, closer, and then…

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a loud noise.

The music was interrupted.

The scene before him vanished, and his gaze returned to the dimly lit restaurant.

Sean opened his eyes in confusion, seemingly still in a daze, while the young musician’s delicate body trembled slightly, clearly startled.

Mu En frowned, looking displeased towards the direction of the sound.

“Why… why is that?”

At a nearby table, a man suddenly slammed his hand on the table, angrily shouting:

“Why can they have a solo, and I… I can’t?”

With that, he walked towards Mu En’s direction.

His face flushed and neck thick, his steps unsteady.

Is this…

Drunk?

“Guest… guest, please don’t do this.”

The waiter who had pocketed quite a few kickbacks from Mu En hurried over, trying to stop the drunken man.

But the frail waiter clearly couldn’t block the man’s advance, and was instead dragged along toward Mu En.

It was only when they were very close to Mu En that the man shoved the waiter aside, extended his hand, and pointed at Mu En with a fierce expression:

“Tell me, why… why? Is it… just because you, pretty boy, look good?”

The strong smell of alcohol made Mu En even more displeased.

He was about to push this clearly ordinary drunkard away, but perhaps due to the effects of alcohol, the swaying man, before Mu En could act, suddenly stumbled and fell toward him.

Mu En instinctively reached out to catch him.

But just then.

The man’s hand, which was pointing at Mu En, suddenly and without warning, swelled violently.

The grotesque muscles piled up like a coiled dragon, instantly tearing through his sleeves.

The skin on that arm shimmered with a metallic sheen, fingers curling slightly, revealing claws that shot out like daggers!

This is… beast transformation?

Mu En’s pupils constricted.

There was no fighting spirit.

No magical power.

Not even a hint of murderous intent.

It was merely a pure physical transformation.

Thus, when those dagger-like claws were almost touching Mu En’s chest, his long-trusted death warning finally rang out!