MTL - King of Classical Music - Chapter 145

Possessed an extra with a single rune.After obtaining 7 runes directly according to the original Hidden Piece…A fraudulent rune called [Rune Hunter] was created.

Based on the popular Vocaloid series, by HoneyWorks, called “Kokuhoku Yokou Renshuu (Confession Rehearsal)“:

Natsuki, a third-year at Sakuragaoka High School, who holds unrequited feelings for her childhood friend, Yuu, who’s in the Film Club. However, instead of being honest about her feelings, she makes him be her confession “rehearsal” partner. Unable to say her true feelings, things start to get complicated when Miou and Akari, who are also in the Art Club, get involved! Will she ever be able to confess for real!?

Liang Ning had just bid farewell to her eldest and second eldest brothers who died on the battlefield, never expecting that when she was preparing to fulfill a marriage contract with an orphan she saved six years ago, she would be burned alive by him!Upon waking, she became Miss Fu of the Fu Family, and her murderer had already risen to a high position, surrounded by beautiful wives and concubines, becoming a trusted minister before the emperor...No fear!Miss Liang of the Liang Family changes lanes, still the decisive and ruthless Rashamon!But why does that brat, who used to play around with her nephew and knew nothing about respecting elders, keep pestering her?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.