Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 155 - 154 A Kind of Snake

Chapter 155: Chapter 154 A Kind of Snake

Chapter 155 -154 A Kind of Snake

“Snowflake Rhapsody” is a famous piano piece, whose composer is not a well-known musician and even has very few works passed down.

But that doesn’t stop “Snowflake Rhapsody” from being a favorite of Count Merlin.

“This piece describes an ice age where the Snow Demon invades the homeland of the male and female protagonists, and the male has to take up arms to fight the Snow Ghosts, never to return… Many years later, the female follows a merchant caravan into the snowfields, where she sees a Snow Ghost,” Mel recounted the content depicted by “Snowflake Rhapsody.”

Russell then asked, “So, is the Snow Ghost that the heroine saw the transformed male protagonist?”

“Yes and no.”

“Huh?”

“The Snow Ghost is not the male protagonist, but the female imagines it to be him, and then, amidst the swirling snowflakes, she throws herself into the Snow Ghost’s embrace… She commits suicide out of love for the male protagonist, a very mournful story,” Mel commented with a sigh.

“The story is sad, but the music seems quite cheerful?” Russell listened carefully to the piano piece and said.

“Because the music is filled with the heroine’s fantasies of the male protagonist.”

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“I see,” Russell nodded. His musical taste wasn’t sophisticated, and he mostly listened for the liveliness.

Watching the middle-aged men and women gracefully dance in the ballroom, he couldn’t help but ask, “Why is Grandfather so fond of ‘Snowflake Rhapsody’?”

He didn’t expect an answer.

Yet Mel disclosed the reason, “When Grandfather was young, he didn’t love Grandmother… You can see that our Rainflower Family and the Willow Clan have been at odds since Grandfather’s generation.”

The wife of Earl Merlin was born in the Willow Clan, named Olive Willow, who currently is Count Shard Osclo Willow’s own aunt.

Noble marriages are complexly interconnected, with each being related to the other.

“Grandfather didn’t love Grandmother because his first love, upon learning that he had to marry Grandmother, went into the snowfields alone and never came back,” Mel said pensively. “Back then, Grandfather searched the snowfields for three months…”

And never found his first love.

Thus, the sorrowful Earl Merlin eventually accepted his family’s arrangement and married Olive Willow.

Perhaps knowing that Earl Merlin didn’t love her, Olive Willow gave birth to two daughters and a son and then passed away.

“So, because Grandfather continued to pine for his first love, that’s why he’s so partial to ‘Snowflake Rhapsody’,” Russell sighed.

“Not just that.”

“Hm?”

“I naively asked Grandfather when I was little, and he told me he had forgotten his first love. His favorite ‘Snowflake Rhapsody’ is because of the guilt towards Grandmother; he uses the music to numb himself,” Mel continued, taking a sip of red wine.

Grinding his teeth, “That’s why I hate that kid Kunstan, he shouldn’t use Grandfather’s reputation to pressure him! Grandfather has been upright his whole life, especially anguished in love, indebted both to his first love and Grandmother, how could he possibly be involved with Princess Anxia…”

After saying this, Mel reined in his anger and apologetically smiled at Russell, “Let’s not talk about these upsetting matters. You still have to dance elegantly in the ballroom later.”

“Rather than dancing, I prefer listening to stories here.”

“Stories heard are never as intriguing as those personally experienced. Without dancing, how can there be stories to live?”

Three consecutive pieces were social dances for the middle-aged and elderly aristocrats.

By the time the fourth one played, a lively tune finally began, and Earl Merlin had long since left the ballroom, with young men and women starting to invite dance partners.

Despite Mel’s urging, Russell remained immovable, reluctant to invite debutantes to dance.

“Don’t sulk; look at your brother, how happy he is dancing with someone,” Mel pointed to the dance floor.

Big brother Roland was enveloped in the arms of a distinguished woman, chatting and laughing while dancing comfortably.

Just then, a radiant young lady walked over and asked Mel, “Lord Mel, might I have this dance?”

“With such a lovely lady’s invitation, how could I ignore it? Please.” Mel immediately stood up and followed the beaming young lady away.

Still, he didn’t forget to glance back and wink at Russell, his eyes clearly signaling Russell to hurry up and take action.

Russell just smiled without saying a word.

However, even if he didn’t ask anyone else to dance, there would still be young ladies coming over to invite him to dance.

“Hello, Lord Russell, my name is Julia, do you remember me?” A young and lively girl approached, around sixteen or seventeen, with flaxen hair that waved gently, and corners of her mouth turned up as if she was always smiling.

“Of course, beautiful Miss, you are indeed memorable,” Russell knew her; she was the daughter of a lord from the Grand Duchy.

By his standards of beauty, she could score an eight out of ten.

“Then, would you honor me with a dance?” Julia asked.

The Russell who just moments ago didn’t want to dance, immediately stood up, taking Julia’s little hand that she offered: “Certainly.”

Mel, who was dancing gracefully in the ballroom with his partner, saw this scene and immediately grinned, showing his teeth.

His dance partner looked puzzled, “Lord Mel, what are you laughing at?”

“Just call me Mel. I’m simply amused by someone interesting, someone whose words keep declining, but whose body honestly desires.”

“Who is this interesting person?”

“Don’t mind that; at this moment, you are the focus of the world,” Mel’s smooth talk flowed from his lips effortlessly.

His dance partner giggled immediately.

Just like the pairs of men and women who joyfully danced in the ballroom.

Julia had a supple waist, but Russell’s arms were strong, leading her in a somewhat clumsy dance across the floor.

“Don’t you often attend balls?” Julia asked.

“I live in Glowing Valley, it’s not very big, and there aren’t many nobles, so balls aren’t held often.”

“I see,” Julia squinted her eyes, like two crescent moons, “then follow my rhythm, just now you were dancing a bit fast and didn’t match the beat of the music.”

“Alright.”

“Where exactly is Glowing Valley? I’ve never been there before.”

“In the south, at the very south of Shadowflame Duchy, if you follow the Mountain River Trade Route all the way down, you’ll get there in three or four days.”

“It’s actually my first time leaving the Volcanic Oasis to come to the Warm Enclave,” Julia said. The residents of Volcanic Oasis usually refer to the warm lands opened up by bipedal flying dragons as Warm Enclaves, not connected to the volcanoes.

In fact, the official name for Volcanic Oasis is the Volcano Region; and for Warm Enclave, it is the Hot Springs Region.

“Is it different here from the Volcanic Oasis?”

“It seems pretty much the same.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you live in a castle?”

“No, I live on a rural estate. I have been enfeoffed and have become a lord,” Russell replied truthfully.

“Your country estate doesn’t have a castle? My father is also a lord, but our family has a small castle.”

“Perhaps it’s because I’m poor.”

“Hehe, you’re quite the comedian,” Julia laughed.

“I really am poor,” Russell stated earnestly, as his estate’s livelihood relied on borrowing from his family.

Without Fluorescent Castle’s investment of a thousand Gold Coins, his financial chain would have soon broken.

Julia clearly didn’t believe such a thing and merely laughed, “You’re still very young, Lord Russell. Hunt more Snow Ghosts on the snowfields, and soon you’ll be able to build your own small castle. By the way, what’s the name of your estate?”

“Wuyao Snake Manor.”

“Blackwaist Serpent? What’s that?”

“Err… a type of serpent.”