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This is a truly terrifying voice.

You are certain that in your entire life so far, no voice has ever surpassed Nero's voice at this moment.

This plunged everyone present into extreme anguish.

This is a scene that resembles hell.

Everywhere Nero's voice reached, everyone covered their ears.

"What is that sound?! It's terrifying!"

"Yeah, how can a young lady sing so off-key?!"

"No way! Just let anyone come and stop her right now!"

Such comments were heard frequently at the performance.

Clearly, everyone had reached a startling consensus at this moment—that Nero's singing voice was an incredibly terrifying "weapon."

Those who hear it will be plunged into indescribable torment.

If even passersby who were merely listening were like this, then the performers who were near Little Nero and provided her with accompaniment were even more so.

Those who already care deeply about music experience more than ten times the pain of normal people from those extreme off-key notes.

one;

two;

Three.

The performers gradually stopped, and then, with voices that sounded like the incarnation of demons, they all looked at the little Nero in the very center.

Even with that teacher as her "recommender," there was still an indescribable resentment in their eyes at this moment.

How could there be such a terrifying singing voice?

It sounded just like the devil opening the door!

however--

As the focus of everyone's attention and the absolute "core" of the performance, Nero's level of dedication far exceeded everyone else's expectations.

Even now, she continues to sing with abandon, continuously emitting that voice that makes everything tremble in fear.

Her heartfelt movements blended perfectly with the singing at that moment—if it didn't sound so terrifying.

Sing a song.

Nero then stopped.

But what she would face after that was the same resentful gaze from different people.

It was as if it was saying, "If you sing so horribly, why do you even bother to open your mouth?"

Even someone as confident as Nero couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear, looking like a criminal about to be executed.

"..."

You witnessed all of this.

First and foremost, it must be acknowledged that Nero's singing was truly awful; to call it torture wouldn't be an exaggeration.

【but--】

It's also unreasonable for him to become the object of everyone's resentment, as he is now.

After all, there's no reason why someone should be targeted just because they sing badly.

If left unchecked, it will definitely deal an indelible blow to her confidence, and she might lose all self-esteem and never recover.

As her teacher, you absolutely cannot allow this to happen—it violates your professional ethics and is extremely irresponsible towards Agrippina, who trusted you and entrusted little Nero to your care.

You decide to do something.

Ian took a deep breath and regulated his breathing.

To be fair, he wasn't the kind of person who liked to lie—after all, honest communication is quite important for building trust.

But now, men are also realizing that they have to give up something.

Otherwise... Little Nero would definitely have been severely punished today.

In that case, she would likely grow up to be an absolutely terrible rich girl.

This must not be allowed to happen.

Ian made his own decision.

"Clap-pop-pop-"

A series of crisp claps rang out, drawing all eyes that had been focused on Nero to the man.

The crowd looked at Ian, who was clapping at the front of the crowd, as if he were a monster.

"Has Seneca gone mad? Applauding that kind of sound?"

"Who knows...maybe he has some kind of peculiar fetish?"

"A fetish for sounds? What kind of strange tendency is that?"

The doubts of the crowd were voiced one after another, and then drifted to the ears of Nero, who was performing.

She was nervous.

If the stares from before only embarrassed her, now they've dragged her teacher into it too.

Standing bewildered in front of the crowd, Nero looked at Ian with eager eyes.

She hoped the man would stop clapping immediately and stop embarrassing himself with her.

However, Nero's prayer had no effect whatsoever.

Instead of stopping, Ian drummed even more energetically than before.

In addition, he even spoke out boldly.

"Everyone." The man's gaze swept over the people present, and then a meaningful look appeared on his face.

"Don't you like the songs from the A.G.R.P.N. family?"

"..."

"..."

The man specifically emphasized the name "Agrippina".

His goal was simple—to make everyone realize that she was a noble lady from the Agrippina family.

If one were to rashly point out that her singing is terrible... it might bring considerable trouble.

Yes.

This is a “hint” that sounds almost threatening, but it is actually quite useful in this situation.

As soon as the man finished speaking, some clever people quickly realized the hidden meaning in his words.

How well someone sings isn't really important.

This was just a noblewoman playing around in public.

From this perspective... all you need to do is flatter her after the performance.

Seneca is saving everyone!

Those who fully understood quickly echoed Ian's words.

"Miss Nero sings so well! It's been so long since I've heard a song like this!"

"That's right! That must be a voice bestowed upon us by heaven!"

"That's right—to be able to hear such a sound, I could die without regrets!"

Humans have a tendency to conform.

Once the first person says this, there will be a second, a third, until everyone's opinions converge on one line.

of course.

Despite the collective effort, those involved in this act of flattery all tacitly avoided a phrase that should have been commonly used in praising music.

That is-

"One more song!"

That's right.

No one wanted to hear Nero's singing again, so naturally no one would say such a thing.

However, she didn't care about such things—after all, being praised instead of scorned was enough for Nero.

"Hmm~"

She smiled sweetly, her hands behind her back, looking very happy.

Thank you everyone for your support!

Realizing that a crisis that had shattered confidence was finally over, Ian immediately stopped there.

He pulled the smug little girl aside and said as calmly as possible:

"Nero, let's go."

"Hmm~!"

You and Nero left the performance venue hand in hand.

This appears to have been a rather unforgettable experience for her.

On the way back, Nero hummed a similar tune to what he had just heard, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Seeing her like this made you feel much better.

After all, this is a student you care about very much.

"Teacher~" Little Nero turned around, looked at Ian beside him, and asked.

Do you think the song I'm humming right now sounds good?