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Um, you know, boss... this sounds... pretty good?

It does seem like a good deal.

Hold up! How about figuring out who's actually in the wrong?

Well... this young lady has already taken the blame, so what else is there to discuss?

It's not like we meant to cause a ruckus...

Hmph.

Eek!

What do you gentlemen think?

Alright! You'll arrange everything that needs arranging, and we'll have your orchestra at the opening. However—

We are a high-end mall, after all... I do hope you won't disappoint.

Of course.

Next to the Columbian businessmen, Timpani and Bassoon are still as statues.

Only when the police officer waves them away do they both mutter something as if just jolted awake.

Liesel... you were the spitting image of Paola back there.

No, even more... uh, how do I put it? More Paola than Paola ever was!

I'm my Mama's daughter after all.

I'm Liesel Memminger of the Schwarzervorhang Orchestra.

In the dressing room backstage, Liesel is seated, surrounded by the joyful sound of her orchestra chatting.

Next to her is a stack of slightly yellowed scores—Paola's untitled quartet, with some edits noted in the corners.

Meanwhile, Paola's favorite composition has just won a standing ovation from the entire audience on the Columbians' magnificent stage.

Liesel runs her hand over the slightly faded ink, then stands up to face the orchestra.

Thank you all for staying.

I know... these past few days have been difficult, and stupid, but we held our concert, and we'll hold many more.

By Paola's will, in the name of the Schwarzervorhang Orchestra.

So, there is something I must tell you...

On the day of the incident, I saw Paola's murderer.

I'll find him somehow, and the law will punish him.

He... wasn't a Lupo—So probably not a Bellone.

It was a Caprinae I saw.