Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 472:There Is No Information About Him

"Fine, little girl," he said, clear irritation lacing his tone. "If you can play a flute that satisfies me, then I am going to teach you."

Miranda's face instantly brightened. "Really?"

The man shrugged. "Don't celebrate too early. Most people fail before they even begin."

Miranda nodded quickly. "I'll try."

The man produced a simple wooden flute and tossed it towards her. She caught it carefully with both hands.

Several bystanders nearby noticed the exchange and slowly reconvened. News had already circulated throughout the city about the enigmatic man capable of pacifying beasts with his music. Now, their curiosity was piqued.

Miranda slowly lifted the flute, took a deep breath, and brought it towards her lips. Initially, the sound was rough, a few uncertain notes drifting into the air. The melody wavered slightly as Miranda worked to control her breathing and finger movements.

The man leaned casually against a wooden pillar, arms folded, paying little attention. He had heard similar requests countless times before, but almost none possessed the required talent.

Miranda continued playing. The melody gradually stabilized, her fingers moving with increasing smoothness across the flute's holes. The notes grew clearer, and a gentle rhythm began to form. Several people in the gathered crowd exchanged surprised glances. "Not bad…" "She actually knows how to play."

The man still appeared uninterested, his eyes half-closed as he listened casually. Yet, Miranda did not falter. She remained focused on the melody, which grew progressively softer and more controlled. The tone became warm and steady, floating gently through the air.

Then, a transformation occurred. Around the midpoint of the melody, the notes suddenly deepened, carrying a strange emotional resonance. The sound transcended mere music; it felt calm, peaceful, akin to the quiet wind rustling through a forest.

The man's eyes slowly opened. He looked towards Miranda again. Resonance. He could feel it distinctly – it was no longer just sound. The notes were beginning to harmonize with her inner spirit. A faint, invisible ripple spread around her as she continued playing, her heart and breath seemingly one with the instrument. Her soul strength appeared to pour into the melody. The high notes possessed an unusual clarity, while the lower tones echoed with quiet power. The air around them grew calmer as the sound permeated the street. Even a few small birds perched on a nearby rooftop ceased their movement, listening intently.

The man stared at Miranda in complete astonishment, his eyes slowly widening. A faint glow then appeared in his gaze as he watched her. "I can't believe this…" he murmured under his breath.

Miranda remained focused, her playing unwavering. The melody intensified, each note flowing naturally, as if the music itself had found a conduit through her.

The man slowly straightened from the pillar, his expression utterly transformed. For many years, he had sought someone capable of understanding this art; none had ever come close. "Finally…" he whispered quietly. "Finally, someone who has talent similar to mine." He shook his head slowly, still observing Miranda. "Thank God…" A faint smile touched his lips. "Now, finally, someone can inherit my skills." He observed Miranda carefully, no longer seeing her as a bothersome girl, but as a true successor.

...…

Inside the fortress's study room, Ethan sat behind a large wooden desk, reviewing various reports. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the scattered documents. The room was silent, save for the faint scratching of a pen and the occasional rustle of paper.

A shadow suddenly materialized near the doorway. One of the Black Thorns members had arrived. The man bowed slightly before stepping forward and placing a small, sealed report on the desk. "My lord, this concerns Lady Miranda."

Ethan paused and looked up. He picked up the report and quickly scanned its contents. His brows furrowed slightly. "Miranda… learning from a flutist?" he muttered, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temple. "Now, what is that girl up to?"

The report detailed how Miranda had been frequently seen following a mysterious man through the city streets. Several witnesses mentioned the man playing a flute that could both calm beasts and influence animals. Ethan tapped the desk lightly with his finger, a faint curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Black Thorns," he said calmly.

"Yes, my lord," the shadow replied.

Ethan placed the report down. "What abilities does this man possess?"

A Black Thorns operative paused, a moment of hesitation before he spoke.

"We are still conducting our inquiries, my lord. However, based on our observations, it appears he possesses the ability to influence beasts through auditory means."

Ethan's brow furrowed.

"Through sound?"

The operative affirmed with a nod.

"Indeed."

Ethan shifted forward slightly in his seat.

"Does such a skill truly exist?"

He had encountered numerous peculiar abilities throughout his life, yet the manipulation of beasts via musical tones was entirely novel to him.

His gaze sharpened with contemplation.

"Initiate a preliminary assessment," he commanded.

"I require knowledge of this individual's identity, his origins, and the full extent of his capabilities."

"Operate from the shadows… ensure you do not draw his attention."

"Understood, my lord."

The operative executed another bow before vanishing swiftly. Several hours later, a subsequent report reached Ethan's hands.

He accessed it without delay.

As he absorbed the contents, his expression gradually turned graver.

"They found nothing?" he inquired softly.

The second Black Thorns operative standing before him lowered his head.

"Correct, my lord."

"We tracked his movements, interviewed witnesses, and cross-referenced traveler logs for city entry."

He took a brief pause.

"There is no record of him."

Ethan's fingers drummed rhythmically against the desk.

"No background to be found?"

"No known identity?"

"No past records?"

"None whatsoever, my lord."

Silence descended upon the room once more.

Ethan gazed intently at the report he held.

If even the Black Thorns organization could unearth no information on an individual, it implied one of two scenarios.

Either the person had only recently appeared. Or they were exceptionally adept at concealing their true identity.

Both possibilities introduced a degree of peril to the situation.

Ethan reclined in his chair, briefly closing his eyes in thought.

After a few moments, he reopened them.

"Maintain surveillance," he instructed with calm assurance.

"However, refrain from any intervention."

"Acknowledged, my lord."

Ethan placed the report aside and crossed his arms.

"If he proves to be non-threatening, then Miranda acquiring knowledge from him might prove beneficial," he mused.

He paused momentarily.

"But should any suspicious activity arise…"

The Black Thorns operative offered a solemn nod.

"We shall alert you instantaneously."

Ethan acknowledged with a subtle nod.

"That will be all."

The operative bowed once more and melted back into the shadows.

Ethan remained seated within the tranquil chamber.

His gaze drifted towards the window, observing the cityscape of Blanks sprawling beyond the fortress ramparts.

After a beat, he murmured softly to himself.

"Well… should something truly go awry…"

A subtle spatial distortion flickered around his hand for a moment.

"I can simply teleport there."

He then settled back into his chair, resuming his review of the remaining documents.