The musically inclined boy hummed a soft melody as he investigated the club’s storage closet for his lyre, being self-taught. Everyone knew him for being the club leader as well as a gifted musician. When Venti picked up his wooden lyre on a small table, he brushed off some of the dust, his fingers dancing across the strings gracefully, showcasing his care and skill in the art of music. Venti soon exited the room, smiling widely.

“Hehe~ I’m sure the guests will love a performance!”