Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 96

Note:
“<bold>” is a song
“<italic> is a flashback dialogue
“….” is directly spoken dialogue.

The Emperor stepped backwards, but his foot caught on the sofa and he floundered on it.

Aria grabbed his chin and lifted it roughly, smiling brightly.

And she poured out the cursed song she had cherished all her life.

“Death! And despair!”

Count Cortez intended to keep Aria by his side for the rest of his life.

The war had no end, and the enemy forces brutally slaughtered everyone without mercy.

It was a dark time.

Garcia’s knights, drunken by the madness of war, did not know the extent of the war, and the people’s anger toward the helplessly collapsing empire did not go away easily.

In the end, Count Cortez, who once dreamed of establishing a religion around Aria, quickly cut her off.

That monster is not my daughter!

“Then you will not be my daughter anymore:”

The Mermaid’s Tears were passed from Count Cortez to the Emperor.

“Disowned you be forever,”

The Emperor held the Mermaid’s Tears in his ears and demanded endlessly from Aria.

“Sing, sing. My angel.”

“Sing until your vocal cords are torn to shreds and you die from exhaustion!”

Does he know how many times she begged to die at the hands of the angry crowd?

Aria lived. In the hands of the Emperor.

So, she will let him live. In her own hands.

“Abandoned be you forever,

Destroyed be forever,

All the bonds of nature.”

To inflict more pain on the Emperor than death. She sang the song she wanted so much.

“… Kugh! Cough! Cough.”

The Emperor vomited blood.

At the high-pitched sound, ignoring the limits, blood flowed from his eyes and ears, and engraved on his face.

He tried to cover his ears, but to no avail. Each syllable that Aria spit out became a sharp blade, and it pierced his eardrum.

A terrifying demonic song that bursts one’s anger unobstructed.

“Huuu…uoohk”

It was difficult for him to breathe.

The lungs, which had expanded to the limit, felt like they were about to burst while taking a short, hoarse breath. Like a taut bowstring, there was a fear that seemed to be about to break even if one more mistake was made.

If it was released, it was clamped again, and if it stopped like this, it was released again.

Without end.

He would rather die and be freed from this fear.

“Kill me, kill me…”

This was still just the beginning.

Why, you’re already crying?

Aria, who smiled briefly, took a deep breath.

“Hear! Gods of revenge!”