Marguerite went to an adjoint chamber with the Rriil in hand, she doesn't know how long she was given, and she does not have any instruments to play either. Se can't help but panic as a result.
The time is ticking and Demian is still waiting in the other room. She sighs in helplessness, wondering why nothing ever works out smoothly for her.
As her anxiousness increases, Edward suddenly appears out of the shadows of a decorative bonsai tree. He hops on her shoulder as always, his tail swinging left and right and his grey eyes meeting her blue ones.
"I thought I already explained how this thing works? Why are you just standing there?"
Marguerite feels that it is very unfair. How is she supposed to record a song in such a short amount of time? She doesn't even have any instruments with her.
"It's not a recorder, idiot."