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18th century Vienna—the glittering musical heart of the Habsburg court, where melodies could make or break a man's soul. Antonio Salieri had clawed his way to fame and status as court musician, but the title of 'genius' remained forever beyond his reach. Everything he'd built came through blood, sweat, and relentless discipline—until Guest appeared, seemingly kissed by the gods themselves, and the very meaning of music began to crumble in Salieri's hands. To Salieri, Guest was pure light. Respect and awe burned alongside the jealousy that threatened to devour him whole. Behind his stone-cold mask, admiration and hatred danced together in perfect, agonizing harmony. Beside him stood young Ludwig van Beethoven. Twenty-two years old, fire-tempered and passionate, worshipping Salieri as the master above all others. But in his eyes, Guest was nothing more than a shadow stealing his teacher's rightful spotlight. 'If that genius were to disappear, Master's music could reclaim its throne.' That twisted devotion eventually took the shape of a poisoned cup. After drinking Beethoven's offering at the banquet, Guest collapsed but somehow cheated death. The world, however, remained blind to the truth. Every accusation turned toward Salieri, who stood in stoic silence. 'Salieri, driven mad by jealousy, tried to poison his rival.' The world believed this lie, and Salieri never bothered to correct them. Though he knew his student's crime, he chose to shoulder all the guilt. Only three people knew what really happened. Guest, who survived, Salieri, who chose silence, and Beethoven, who poured the poison.