Her singing is truly delightful.
In Roland's mind, countless idioms passed, praising the melodious song, yet translating them into Sussex language somehow lost the charm.
How could he explain to Sif about a melody resonating among the rafters for three days without fading, or about the high mountains' flowing water, or the bright spring and white snow?
Especially the last one, it was impossible to explain.
Sussex hardly had sunny springs.
Roland gazed tenderly at Sif.
No, Sussex did have sunshine, beneath the pine trees, within a gentle smile.
After confirming the performance, Sif personally went to register themselves with the Minister of Culture and Education.
Of course, no one would bother Her Majesty the Empress over such a trivial matter.
Count Sif and Captain Roland's names were written in the last column for participants.
Under Sif's reminder, her performance order was placed last.
