Tick-tock... Tick-tock...
Accompanied by feeble breaths, blood fell into the snow and then slowly slid down through the grooves in the snow, soaking into the skin of the half-naked man lying on the snowy ground.
The golden notes restrained by silver threads on the man's skin became increasingly bright and clear under the nourishment of the fresh blood.
"You… will face retribution," a weak voice arose, "Lord, Lord will definitely not forgive someone like you."
Cesar slowly opened his eyes, looking at the man and woman he had hung from a tree to bleed.
"Retribution?" Cesar said with a light laugh, "Such naïve words don't seem like they would come from your mouth, Teacher Zel."
"Ten years ago, you told me that the Lord only values those who possess absolute pitch, and that the rest, no matter what they do, will never gain the Lord's recognition… isn't that right?"
Zel slowly closed his eyes; it was a long while before he spoke: "Kill me."
