Wow… It looks like a storm tore through here…

Haha, yeah, we ran into some trouble…

But we figured things out. I’m glad Kuguri was able to realize…

You sent me sheet music, right?

!

I remember now. There was a lamb who kept sending me their scores time after time, without even attaching a message to them.

But you’re also at fault here. Both the scores and the envelope only ever had “S” written on them. I wouldn’t have known it was you, even if you told me your real name.

Mrow?

Goodness… Such a troublesome little lamb, putting me through so much.

Myaoow.

What made you realize who he was, Kuguri-san?

The painting Kiroku brought in.

Th-This one…?

Suzanne Valadon was the only woman that composer Erik Satie ever loved.

This lamb was an ardent fan of Satie’s. His scores always had little bits of humor in them that resembled his.

(…The signal isn’t being interfered with anymore.)

Successfully connected to external network. Now searching for “Erik Satie.”

…Erik Satie. French composer. A generational talent known as “the maverick” or “the oddball” of the music world.

Satie was a gifted composer, but he was also extremely eccentric and stubborn.

He wore the same clothes every day and would carry an umbrella around everywhere. After his death, over 100 umbrellas were found among his belongings.

It also seems that he only had a taste for colorless food.

Ohh, so that’s why all the food in the noon tea room was white.

Meow, mrrm.

Hm? Oh, I almost forgot. It’s okay, I’ll tell them!

Myah.

Mr. Lamb has a message for you. It looks like he wants to thank you, Kuguri-san.

Me? I didn’t do anything worthy of thanks. I just took his sheet music.

But he’s happy that you remembered him… He thought that you just threw away all of his scores without even looking at them.

Mew.

…He really wanted to hear you play them, but he knew it wasn’t something he should force on you. He just wanted you to look at them.

Ohh? How darling.

But you didn’t realize it was him for the longest time, and you talked about forgetting him, which made him really sad…

So he wanted to apologize for getting angry with you.

Mrooow.

…Mr. Lamb was always alone, even in his final moments.

…Sakai-sama.

Mrmp. Mew.

…Mmm, it’s a bit difficult, but I’ll do my best to translate.

Since he was a little boy, his parents pushed him to become an extraordinary musician.

He practiced the piano every day. He never had a chance to make any friends, so by the time his parents passed away, he didn’t know how to socialize with people.

That’s when he found your music, Kuguri-san. When you were still performing, listening to your music was the only thing that kept him from feeling lonely.

The comforting despair you portrayed through your playing was his only salvation in this cold world…

…I see.

The score you were holding when you were in his bedroom was the final piece he wrote for you.

He says he’d be happy if you could play it one day.

…Is this a requiem you wrote for yourself?

(No…)

(This is no requiem. It’s more passionate, more crazed…)

(It could only be…)