"Ah—Give me a cup of Forget-Love Water, in exchange for a night without tears! All my true heart and meaning, let it be battered by wind and rain, the love I've given can't be taken back! Give me a cup of Forget-Love Water! In exchange for a life without sorrow! Even if I get drunk, even if my heart breaks, you won't see me cry!!"
The heart-wrenching song continued to echo in the room. It was a song filled with the feeling of the era. It was hard to imagine that in a small town in the Far East, one could still find the audio for it. Hmm, alright, in this era, this song had just been released, so it could barely be called fashionable? It was just that no matter how you listened to it, the song seemed a little off-key and had a touch of self-composition in it.
On the table in the KTV, the petite girl was wearing a coat covered in fur, feathers, and inlaid with rivets. She wore a plastic mask on her face, the skull's features combined with various patterns painted with fluorescent paint, as well as an afro wig, paired with a Native American-style headdress...
If Aslan were here, he might have remarked that Akuta Hinako's mismatched attire could definitely influence the non-mainstream fashion of chuunibyou teenagers. Come to think of it, in this world, this girl might really lead such a strange fashion trend. A microphone in her hand, a stand before her. Perhaps because she was really getting into it, blood-red flames were even continuously swirling around the girl, looking like some kind of amazing stage effect.
"Ah—Give me a cup of Forget-Love Water! In exchange for a night without tears—!!"
As the highly popular song reached its chorus again, the girl's voice was like metal fingernails scratching on an old blackboard, like the piercing sound of a microphone placed in front of a speaker. It had a strange feeling, like peanut butter found in a public toilet. The kind of bizarre sensation that made goosebumps run from the top of the head to the heels of everyone who heard it.
Sitting on the sofa, holding a musical instrument for accompaniment, Merlin was at this moment just sitting there numbly. There was a smile on his face, but if you looked closely, his eyes were empty. Even the flower-petal-like existence behind his ear seemed to have wilted a little.
If Merlin's inner thoughts could be heard by everyone at this moment, it would surely be: What have I done, what kind of monstrous mistake have I made, to have to endure such torture? He regretted descending into this world as a Servant. This music, which would linger for three days without dissipating, would surely appear in his nightmares for the next few months, or even years, or decades.
And look at the flowers that were originally blooming continuously at Merlin's feet. At this moment, they were no longer continuously blooming and scattering flowers. They were one after another, Q-version mini-Merlins, clutching their faces and constantly wailing in illusion form.
Why was it that he, who was clearly a single incubus, could hear the thick sorrow in this song?
Merlin at this moment must have been very confused about this matter. Of course, the answer was actually very simple: who told Merlin to bear the full brunt of this girl's singing?
In the Tower of Avalon, Fou, who had originally been watching the live broadcast of the Holy Grail War, had all its fur stand on end after hearing this song. It then slapped the switch with its paw, turning everything off. Then, the whole beast, trembling all over, returned to its little nest, wanting to properly calm down.
In this era, mystery had long since declined, and the Age of Gods was long over. Otherwise, a song like this could definitely have created a terrifying ghost or yokai.
This was also the reason why Aslan did not intend to act together with this senior of his. It was his suggestion that this senior find a new hobby. But after his senior found a new hobby, if he were to show a not-so-good expression on his face when his senior was showing off her achievements, it would be a bit awkward. As mentioned before, Aslan had never expected that this senior of his would become obsessed with death rock. Death rock itself was an extreme venting of one's own emotions. If it were a rock song that vented one's emotions, it would be fine. But once it was applied to a normal song, it would create a situation like this.
Of course, Aslan had never heard his senior's singing voice like this, all thanks to the Instinct passed down through his family for generations. The ancient royal family of Great Britain, the Pendragon family's hereditary Instinct—you deserve it. It was thanks to his Instinct constantly warning him every time his senior invited him to sing karaoke together that Aslan had not been subjected to such torture.
The assassins, secretly advancing in the ducts, almost had their weapons collide with the ventilation duct and make a crisp sound after hearing this song. To reduce the impact on themselves, the one with the most sensitive ears among them even hardened his heart and directly stabbed himself deaf. But even if he couldn't hear the sound, the soul-piercing influence still continuously tortured them.
To be honest, this was the first time the clones of Hassan had such an intense desire to assassinate someone as quickly as possible. After reaching the position where the sound and soul vibration were greatest, several of Hassan's clones, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, directly thrust out from the ventilation duct. If one were to use a rather incorrect description, it would be: after a long accumulation, they erupted with a thin burst!
The clones of Hassan of the Hundred Faces quickly stretched their bodies in mid-air. Blades extended from their stretched bodies, aiming at the thousand-year-old girl who was singing loudly. The light of the blades then disappeared into the darkness, flashing past quickly. The attacks of the three Hassan clones all hit the singing girl, and at the same time, they landed steadily on the ground.
It was just a pity that the three Hassans did not feel anything substantial. Looking up behind them, the girl who was singing the ear-piercing song had already gradually turned into flower petals. Clearly, their actions had already been discovered.
To be precise, from the very beginning, Akuta Hinako's swaggering was due to a certain degree of confidence. The area they were in, which was about the size of a room, was all covered by Merlin's illusion. What these assassins had captured from the very beginning was not their true location. Of course, even if a dagger had really been stabbed into her chest, and her throat had been cut by a blade, it was not a problem for a Chinese Xian. Anyway, it was just dying once. It didn't matter even if she died a few more times. Perhaps by dying a few more times now, in the future, after becoming a Heroic Spirit, she might be able to die one or two fewer times in a certain summer.
The few Hassan clones who were observing their surroundings were suddenly hit against the wall. The immense force even caused the first Hassan clone who had made a move to be directly embedded in the wall.