[ Merlin hasn't known what to expect, but the talent is truly one benefiting a singer worth his salt.

Not only that, but the song...these lyrics reach out and wash over him like a sudden tsunami. Yes, those words that have been woven so wonderfully—that can be (mis)taken as a simple lamentation, but move even an eternal heart.

His expression softens.

It sounds like a song borne of a world filled with hopes of a human looking towards the future. Is it any surprise he thinks of it as beautiful?

When the song comes to an end, he will clap lightly, and then stop to speak. ]

Now, I'm more glad than ever I was able to persuade you to sing to me such a song. How lucky I am, to have heard all of that. I'll tell you simply I could only appreciate it. More than I might appreciate some magic.

Though, it feels your talent truly can barely be put into words...