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The ghost, who had its back to them, slowly turned around.

In contrast to her slender figure—

A pair of ferocious yellow beast eyes, a torn mouth, and a ruined lower half of the face...

"She and that siren—"

Before Klaus could finish speaking, the ghost spread its arms wide and swooped down like a bird with broken wings.

It's too fast.

But there was no wind, and no impact.

Renyi felt the scenery before him was distorted, as if the whole world had been crumpled into a ball. He instinctively tried to grab Klaus and Aurora.

But then he noticed that the two of them had also fallen into a daze at the same time.

......

In the darkness, Ren Yi first smelled cheap ale and inferior tobacco.

When consciousness returns

He suddenly realized he had found himself in a place that looked like a tavern.

He was standing right next to the bar.

But the noisy drunks and bartenders around him ignored him.

It seems they have become non-existent bystanders.

"Emilia, if you don't have money, get out!"

The bearded bartender behind the bar counter banged impatiently on the table.

The woman, who wasn't exactly young, had three or four mugs of draft beer in front of her. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably as she suppressed her sobs.

Her lips moved, but only a broken bellows-like sound came from her throat.

lark.

This was her former name.

But an unexpected fire destroyed her home and her voice.

Just as she was being roughly shoved and shoved out of the tavern by the bartender, a silver-inlaid ebony cane gently tapped the bartender's wrist.

"I'll pay for this lady's drinks."

The man who appeared at the bar at some unknown time was dressed in a well-tailored, expensive tuxedo and wore a top hat.

He was tall, with sharp eyes beneath his low-brimmed hat.

From any angle, he could only see a small part of the clearly defined profile. He wanted to go around to take a look, but he seemed to be nailed to the spot and had to give up.

The man who suddenly appeared paid the bill and sat down next to Emilia.

"Do you want to sing again?"

He handed Emilia, who was staring blankly at him, a silk handkerchief.

The tone was flat.

But for Emilia, it was an irresistible temptation.

"Sing to nobles, sing to kings... let the whole world be captivated by your voice."

She couldn't speak, she could only nod frantically.

The man smiled and, as if by magic, produced a glass bottle.

It contained a strange tissue with a pattern.

"This is a new voice, the heavenly sound you've been dreaming of."

"And this..."

He then removed a ring from his ring finger, inlaid with an emerald. The emerald, of unknown material, was a deep, dark green, as if it contained a lake within it.

"It can help you control this singing voice."

He didn't give the ring directly to Emilia, but instead placed it on the bar and pushed it in front of her.

"You can enjoy the applause to your heart's content, but you can only sing one thousand songs..."

"When you finish singing your thousandth song, I will come back to collect it and my ring."

"At that time... you must return it to me personally."

The man's words had a magical power.

A thousand songs?

For her, whose voice was ruined, let alone a thousand songs, even a hundred or ten songs would be a blessing!

I promise, I'll agree to any conditions!

She practically snatched the ring and put it on her index finger; the ring fit perfectly.

"Very good." The man stood up, removed his top hat, and bowed slightly.

The man had slightly long, black, curly hair, which was casually tied into a small braid at the back.

"Well then, I look forward to your performance. Good night."

With that, he turned and pushed open the tavern door, disappearing into the night.

For a moment, Emilia thought she was dreaming.

Until she tentatively cleared her throat,

"cough!"

The sound was extremely pleasant, like birdsong, flowing from her throat.

The entire tavern fell silent instantly.

……

The scene shifts rapidly.

Emilia became the most sought-after nightingale in the entire city.

Her singing voice

It can move even the most callous nobleman to tears, and make the most stingy merchant spend lavishly.

Applause, flowers, jewelry, wealth, and adulation...

She was so engrossed in her dreamlike life that she had long forgotten her promise to a man whose name she didn't even know.

How could you possibly only sing a thousand songs?

She wants to sing ten thousand songs, a hundred thousand songs, she will make her name resound throughout the whole world!

......

The camera finally focused on the banquet hall they had just scouted.

He stood arbitrarily at the edge of the stage.

The luxurious ballroom of the Elizabeth was filled with elegant ladies and graceful figures.

Emilia, as one of the most distinguished guests, was invited to sing for the Rim family's honored guests.

After today, the name "Nightingale" will resound throughout the true upper class.

After today...

Her career is about to reach its peak!

She stood under the spotlight, basking in everyone's attention, and as the accompaniment began, she sang her thousandth song since her rebirth.

As the music ended, its lingering notes still echoed throughout the banquet.

But before the guests, still savoring the lingering charm of the beautiful singing, could offer their applause,

With a loud "bang," the door was violently forced open.

At least thirty pirates armed with sophisticated weapons stormed in.

Everyone was so engrossed in her singing that no one heard the commotion on the deck!

The guests were roughly driven to the center of the dance floor and ordered to hand over all their belongings.

The man who resisted was beheaded by the one-eyed pirate leader.

Warm blood splattered on the noblewoman's gorgeous dress.

The pirate captain ordered his second-in-command, Baggins, to lead men upstairs to loot the valuables. While waiting, he noticed Emilia on the stage, her face pale.

He used the tip of his knife to lift her pearl necklace.

"Sing, sing what you're best at, to liven things up for the old folks."

The head that had rolled to the ground still stared defiantly.

She had no choice.

Crystalline tears slid down her cheeks, and Emilia opened her mouth with trembling hands, singing the 1001st song.

The voice was ethereal and mournful, like...

A deep, soul-stirring lament.

This...this isn't her voice!

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd—

The man who gave her the ring and her new singing voice,

He stood among the shivering guests.

stop!

She wanted to shut her mouth and stop the terrifying singing.

But the song had its own ideas, flowing continuously from her throat, swirling beneath the dome of the banquet hall.

The first to break down were the guests who were already on the verge of panic.

"Aaaaaah~!"

A noblewoman suddenly let out a shrill scream and frantically scratched her face with her fingernails.

The guests stopped crying and begging for mercy.

With bloodshot eyes, they attacked each other in every way imaginable, repeatedly stabbing their companions in the neck with knives.

The pirates were also dumbfounded.

"Get them under control!"

The one-eyed leader cleaved a merchant who lunged at him with a single blow.

But it didn't work.

As Emilia's mournful song filled the air, the entire banquet hall transformed into a bloody battlefield.

People trampled on each other, attacked living creatures with broken bottles, sharp utensils, and even their teeth.

"Captain... what... what's going on?"

The one-eyed leader did not answer; his gaze was fixed on the stage.

Under the spotlight, Emilia's eyes turned into beastly pupils, and her mouth stretched almost to her ears.

"It's a banshee! She's harvesting souls!"

"retreat!"

He roared like a madman, "Take whatever you have, get off this ship! This thing holds grudges!"

The pirates grabbed money bags and jewels haphazardly and scrambled out of the ship's hold.

The massacre continued in the banquet hall.

The singing only gradually stopped when the last guest fell into a pool of blood.

Emilia collapsed to her knees, utterly exhausted.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A round of calm applause suddenly broke out.

The mysterious man stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, offering unreserved praise.

"An unparalleled performance, my dear nightingale."

"Um?"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head slightly, his gaze landing precisely on the 'non-existent' Renyi.

At that very moment,

It was as if a hand had roughly dragged it out of the illusion.

Right in front of him was Emilia, less than a centimeter from the tip of his nose!

"Beauty."

The ghost's terrifying face was reflected in any pupil, and it spoke in a gentle voice:

"Your saliva is almost dripping onto me."