Drown your sorrows.
Though there will be quite a bit of narration in this chapter, I’d say the next page is the last “covering Miriam’s views of everyone in Rosenia” one before we start to get back into some regular story and actual dialogue here, haha.
This update took a while to happen due to me choosing to make a Knell art instead of a comic page one week, then I did a Knell webcomic update the next, then I took my usual week off, and then the week I wanted to update I dealt with headaches that left me down and out, a bit of a family emergency due to illness (it’s okay now), and even this week I’ve dealt with me and other family members having colds (though for me it’s only possible I’ve been sick, there’s a chance it I’ve just had real bad allergies and I’m still at risk of getting a REAL cold XP) and I’m lucky I felt okay enough to get the new buffer page done. Everything was against me getting this update up, basically. x_x
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Miriam narration: Joseph remained both courteous and reserved.
On another day, Miriam, who's in a lovely yellow dress, sits and has tea and cakes in the music room once again, but this time Florian (in a teal-colored tails jacket and tealish gray pants), with his violin, is playing a duet with Joseph on the piano, performing a song just for Miriam. Joseph has a glass full of absinthe sitting on the piano, complete with a nearby small, silver bowl that holds sugar cubes, and a spoon for putting them in.
Miriam narration: He was prone to drinking during musical performances, and during his free time amid the evening hours. He even drank absinthe of all things! When I asked Florian about it, he simply stated it was his "medicine for pain", and didn't show much concern, so I decided not to press the matter further.
A shot of Joseph at the piano. He's no longer playing and instead clutching his glass of absinthe while apparently looking at Miriam with an expression of sad desperation.
Miriam narration: No matter what state that man was in, he'd often give me such a pleading look... as if he was begging me to realize something.











