"A guy I've never heard of anywhere calls himself a pianist. I can't stand it anymore."
A man pushed his way through the crowd.
He was an impressive, handsome man with greasy hair and a neat tailcoat.
Embarrassed by the sudden situation, Pernell turned to speak to the man before him.
"Wh-Who are you? Things will get complicated if you do this."
Then Emmy appeared with tears in her eyes.
"Pascal! What kind of disrespect is this!? I clearly told you that it was a misunderstanding!"
Alain's heart warmed at Emmy's angry cry.
The man named Pascal turned and bowed to the audience before continuing his tirade.
"I'm sorry for greeting you all like this. My name is Blaise Pascal, a pianist."
Murmur.
People around began to recognize the man once he identified himself.
"Blaise Pascal?"
"The famous English genius pianist?"
"And I heard that he's a son of a nobleman with a history somewhere in England."
Blaise Pascal.
He was the second son of Earl Blaise, a reputable Englishman, and was said to have shown extraordinary musical talent...
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