I Became a Plagiarizing Composer in Another World Chapter 41

Chapter 41

 

Valcares Academy.

Magic Laboratory.

“Oh?”

Jubel Brosia’s lips curled into a smile as she read the letter that had just arrived.

“A budget-friendly piano?”

The plan involved modifying the artifact she had created, reassembling it into an instrument that would produce sound when keys were pressed.

“So, you can think of it this way too.”

She thought it was a good idea.

All inventions begin with imagination.

Magic is the process of turning imagination into reality.

In her view, a good researcher was someone with a rich imagination.

The sender of the letter fit that description perfectly.

“You might even consider switching to magic research as a career.”

In fact, she had thought so since their first meeting.

She had wanted to see him as a researcher, not just a performer.

But that would be difficult.

In the field of music, the influence of someone like Anton Tilburg was absolute.

The new piece he recently released.

“Forever, Again and Again.”

Rumours of it had already reached the Academy.

And that wasn’t all.

Oscar and Professor Victor Kosolin had even rushed to the dean to request the establishment of a new course on singing.

The world was changing.

And at its centre, holding the baton, was someone obvious.

“Hehe.”

Jubel Brosia chuckled softly, then immediately began examining the blueprints.

She set aside her admiration for the moment.

A new task had been assigned, so there was no time to waste.

“A piano-shaped…artifact…”

Maybe it was because she was excited.

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

***

Some time ago, I sent a letter to the Academy.

Since it would take a while to get a response, I started working on the beginner’s sheet music in the meantime.

Erdi offered to help with this.

“Erdi.”

“Yes.”

“Do you draw?”

“Yes. I’ve drawn illustrations for newspapers before.”

“Then could you help with this?”

I handed him some references I had prepared.

The optimal posture for playing.

The right height for hands.

The structure of the piano.

The shape of the keys.

And so on.

It seemed like it would be better to express these things through drawings.

“I’ll try to finish it by tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

The rest was easy.

How to read musical notes and basic sheet music.

Developing finger independence.

Basic playing, understanding rhythm, and practicing scales.

It was really very simple.

These were all the same basics found in real-world beginner piano books.

As I thought about the parts Diana had struggled with, it became intuitive to know what beginners might need.

I further refined the curriculum, adding simple melodies here and there to keep it interesting.

I’m confident there won’t be a more accurate and easy-to-understand practice sheet music in this world.

“Should we include harmony starting from page four?”

“That sounds good. Let’s make sure they understand major scales first before introducing harmony.”

“And…accompaniment patterns and how to use the pedal.”

“Oh! Erdi, could you draw a diagram for the pedal as well?”

“Understood.”

Everything was going smoothly.

***

“Mister! What song should we sing today?”

“Let’s see…”

Every day, from lunch to dinner, Aria and I would practice singing for about an hour.

She could manage fine on her own, but since I had taken on the role of her guardian, it wouldn’t make sense not to watch over her.

We were trying out a few songs that might suit her voice.

“But, Mister, the lyrics of these songs are all weird.”

“Ah.”

“And the melody is…kind of…”

I had no words.

I wanted to experiment with different songs using Aria’s voice, so I introduced her to a few girl group songs I used to think were pretty good in my past life.

However.

“Eyes wide open, blink, blink…the eyes spin round and round…”

“Stop.”

This one was a no-go.

K-pop, failure.

It was unreasonable to try to recreate the feel of those original songs with just a piano.

I expected as much, but I thought you never know until you try.

Now I know.

There are things you can know even without trying.

It seems better to choose songs from classical or opera genres.

‘I wonder which would be good.’

Something to think about.

For now.

“Do you remember what we practiced yesterday? Let’s try it again.”

“Okay!”

Aria took a deep breath.

Her voice, which always brought a sense of joy, flowed out.

It might soon be time to schedule a new performance.

Once we finish the sheet music, that is.

‘Life in this other world is busy.’

***

After that, life became a routine.

From morning until lunchtime, estate duties.

Singing practice with Aria.

Rest.

Writing sheet music.

Consulting with Erdi.

Lessons with Diana.

Then one day.

Edward came to visit the manor.

“Surely not.”

“It’s about Professor Brosia. I was expecting a letter, but she actually sent the completed artifact. I thought it was important to inform you immediately.”

“Let’s go right away.”

This woman is undoubtedly a genius.

The artifact in the form of a piano that I had initially requested.

A synthesizer recreated with the magic of this other world.

It would have been sufficient just to send a reply, but to think she already finished it.

I was dying of curiosity.

I rushed to the theatre with Edward.

Of course, in a carriage.

“Is this it?”

A large box was placed under the stage.

Seeing that the entrance was open, it seemed Edward had already checked it.

“It matches the design you drew, for the most part.”

Indeed.

A long rectangular shape.

Eighty-eight keys.

It was still silent.

This part would require recording the sounds by playing the piano directly.

The key touch was quite light.

It couldn’t be helped.

The difference between a budget model made by combining artifacts and an actual grand piano was larger than expected.

Perfect replication was difficult.

This is an issue that also applies to digital pianos in the real world.

Unlike grand pianos, which produce sound by striking strings with hammers, digital pianos operate by playing recorded sound samples.

The presence of hammers and strings affects the touch.

But digital pianos don’t have those.

So, of course.

Unless an artificial mechanism is added, expecting the same texture is unreasonable.

In any case, it’s fine.

This is already good enough.

“Here is the letter Professor Brosia enclosed.”

Edward handed me a piece of paper.

The contents were simple.

Production is somehow possible.

However, mass production in a short time is impossible.

Since it involves a combination of dozens of artifacts, it seems that perfectly organizing the circuits is not easy.

“We’ll have to wait a bit longer before it can be commercialized.”

Edward nodded at my words.

Still, it’s a good start.

Great achievements, after all, must be done slowly but surely.

That’s the standard.

Even just receiving progress reports is something.

It’s touching.

‘Thank you, Professor!’

Before returning to the manor, I stopped by Erdi’s newspaper office to share the news.

“Is that true? That’s great news!”

“These days, with so much good news piling up, I feel like I’m flying.”

“Haha.”

At that moment.

The newspaper owner, who had been listening to our conversation, approached us.

“I’ve been enjoying your music, young master.”

“Thank you.”

“Actually, this morning, I went to the nearby count’s estate to discuss sponsorship, and coincidentally, the young ladies were gathered for a social gathering. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but all they talked about was your music. It was quite surprising.”

“That’s newsworthy. Shouldn’t it be published in the newspaper?”

“It’s already published.”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t worry. It only mentions how popular your music has become.”

Well, honestly, I didn’t mind.

That’s the nature of the newspaper business, isn’t it?

Besides, it would be stranger if there were no articles after causing such a stir.

I have to accept it.

“Would you like a copy as a memento?”

“Sounds good.”

After receiving the newspaper from the owner, I stepped outside.

Since I had plans to meet Erdi again in the evening, we exchanged brief farewells.

***

As soon as I arrived at the manor, Theo came looking for me.

He should have finished his duties in the morning.

“Is there something urgent?”

“The count has arrived.”

My father?

It would have been much easier to send a letter if it was something simple.

Coming all the way here means it’s not a trivial matter.

‘A lot of people are looking for me today.’

I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

In any case.

I hurried to the drawing room.

“What brings you here?”

“Does a man need a reason to visit his own manor?”

“Well, that’s true.”

He had a point.

After all, I’m just managing my father’s estate as his representative.

Perhaps he came for an unannounced inspection to see if I was managing it properly.

As I was thinking that, an unexpected remark came out.

“I’m planning to hold a banquet soon.”

“A banquet?”

“Isn’t it time we paid more attention to connecting with the surrounding families?”

Indeed.

The Tilburg family is no longer just an ordinary barony.

Our status and influence have grown significantly.

‘Building connections with nobles, huh.’

Now that he mentions it, it seems like an important idea.

Connections matter in any era.

Not just the heads of families, but also the bonds among their children can be quite meaningful.

“And one more thing.”

My father continued.

“My son has achieved such success as an artist; shouldn’t we celebrate it properly?”

“…”

“This banquet is also meant to honour your achievements.”

“…Understood.”

“Let me show off a bit too.”

“Isn’t that the real reason?”

I had no complaints.

A banquet.

The venue would be the new estate’s manor where my father resides.

The servants there have already started making preparations.

“Then, I’ll see you then.”

After seeing my father off, I sat down with Theo.

Time for an emergency meeting.

“What should one usually wear to a banquet?”

“Haven’t you attended a few already?”

“This is different from those.”

It’s the first event since our title was elevated.

The scale will be different.

Surely, the guests attending will also have quite high status.

“We’d better start preparing now if we want everything to go smoothly. Call for the tailor first.”

“Understood.”

Busy, busy.

Life in this other world is keeping me constantly on my toes.

 

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