Living in Another World by Commissioning 〜Healing Mage’s Relaxing and Fluffy Manpower Agency〜 - CH 50.2

As for the festival, I had an idea.

Or should I say, there was a festival I wanted to see.

The festivals here are a little plain, like praying to the spirit to celebrate a bountiful harvest.

The floats parading through the city are the main attraction and there’s not much singing or dancing.

However, a festival is all about singing and dancing, right?

As a Japanese, the only festival I want to see is an obon.

「Making a tower and play on it…..? Are you sure?」

「This street is ours so it’s fine.」

「Well, if master says so, I guess it is.」

I left the tower and the rope to the oxkin forewoman while I prepare the decorations and the “ondo*”.

TN: Marching songs.

Ondo is the heart of Japanese people. The singing and rhythm of the songs are etched in our souls, not in our memories.

Anyway, first of all, I had to make a drum.

So, I made a prototype but it didn’t work out….

However, thanks to the homemade slide that was sitting by the pool at the end of summer, I was able to find a talent.

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「Hollowing a big trunk?」

「Yes. We’re going to make a drum so make two just in case.」

I pulled the slave called Mamoi, who was good at woodworking, from the small shop we ran.

She is extremely dexterous and fast.

At times like this, I’m glad I have a wide variety of slaves.

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Of course, we practice ondo with the existing drums.

If we wait for the drums to be finished, we won’t make it in time.

By the way, I remember the music but I don’t know the lyrics.

I don’t have a talent for writing so I just had to use the lyrics Hunt wrote for me and managed to make them presentable.

It’s called “Torquiva Ondo”.

The dance is a jumble of things but the simpler, the better.

Everyone will be drunk by then so it’s fine if they just watch, imitate, and join the dancing.

The preparations for the festival itself were going well even though it was a busy time….

And it’s when you’re busy that things get complicated and you’ll end up failing.

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The other day, the band played a very cool performance at my wedding and I heard that the performance was well received.

After a week, a noble of Torquiva offered to rent the band for his daughter’s wedding.

That’s fine since they were taught etiquette and we have a large repertoire of songs.

In addition, the band conductor, Leona, used to be a salon attendant at the royal capital so she is familiar with the customs of the nobles.

The band, which had been trained and trained again, was the best of our slaves in terms of mind, body and soul, so we’re willing to rent the band out.

Well, it was fine at that time.

The problem was, there was another noble who had attended the wedding and asked for the band.

Apparently, a band was a bit new around here.

You’re having a bad feeling about this, don’t you?

Me too.

From that day onwards, they were rented out, they were rented out, and they were rented out more.

And Mendelssohn too.

Who wrote that song?

I didn’t.

I was taught.

And then, right after that, I got a sudden request to compose a score from a not-so-low noble that made me completely hold my head….

「No no, impossible」

「Even if you say that, the other party is a great general. It’s for the celebration of his grandchild’s birthday and no one can refuse him. Is there no more song from your previous life?」

「Well, there is.」

「It’s fine then. If you’re not high enough, you can only follow so you can only try your best this time.」

Laura-san, who’s clipping my nails on a couch next to me, admonishes me…..

Even the Mendelssohn wedding march we played at my wedding was not easy to recompose.

I had to get all the slaves who could play music together, write several patterns of musing for the main theme, and somehow make it sound like that.

It just happened to work before but that doesn’t mean it will work again.

「Are the slaves you have now not talented enough?」

「Now that you ask, I feel a little anxious」

「Why don’t you go buy some? You could just buy skilled slaves and have them do it for you.」

「Ah, right….slaves like that can be bought too, not just disabled ones.」

「What are you even saying? 」

Laura-san laughs like a villainess, kissing the back of my hand that is newly nail clipped.

As expected, a wife you can consult with anything is the best.

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I visited a familiar slaver for the first time in a long time. Perseus, the slaver, even shed tears as he told me the long story about my marriage celebration and the medals I got.

This is another strange tie but this old man has been taking care of me and my family since my grandfather’s generation.

He was probably the most excited person who heard about my promotion. He even brought me a congratulatory gift, which is my favorite dessert, the morning of my wedding, which he couldn’t attend.

To be honest, I feel like he’s a blood relative of mine.

「….so, this Perseus was already convinced that this will happen the moment Sawadi-sama was born.」

「No no, you’re talking too much. Show me the slaves already.」

I waited in the usual room, shaking off Perseus, who was very passionate. A slaver brought the slaves in a hurry.

I only told him to gather musicians so there shouldn’t be any ties this time….

For some reason, they are all disabled slaves…..