O east wind, do not carelessly call him pitiful.
I will call his name brilliant glory.
If my song is but vain praise scattered in vain,
I will throw myself into the black waves right now.
A woman’s clear and beautiful voice echoed throughout the main palace.
Actually, it was somewhat inaccurate to call it a woman’s voice. The song was not a vibration of air but purely a melody created by human thoughts.
Hmm. This story seems to end in tragedy as well. It would have been better if it were a brighter song.
A woman, despairing after losing her lover, sings a poignant song while gazing at the mouth of the Breeze River. Even without hearing the end, it’s nearly certain that she will throw herself into the river to conclude the story.
As Seongjin scratched his cheek with a wry expression,
Ziiing—
As expected, he could feel the Demon King’s Soul deeply resonating with the lyrics and trembling. Somehow, it seems like he’s getting even more depressed.
“How was it? This is a popular opera that premiered on Bertrand Street recently. It’s said that the renowned Mr. Sorbonne wrote the script after a long hiatus.”
After pouring his heart into the song, Commander Bruno…