Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 106

“Fly, my thoughts, on wings of gold;”

“Wait……!”

Vincent exclaimed, startled.

It was because he had figured out what Aria was thinking when she started singing.

“Didn’t you say that your life would be in jeopardy?”

She said it was also fatal. Didn’t she admit it with her own mouth?

But Aria just reached out her hand towards Vincent and he shut his mouth at once.

“go settle upon the slopes and the hills,”

The song of dawn, which started from a small boat, swept swiftly across the vast sea with a strong wind.

And it took control in a heartbeat

As if in response to her song, the waves swelled strongly along the melody. The boat shook like rocking.

The feeling of the sea was unfamiliar.

“Ohh!”

Vincent let out a short scream and hurriedly hung on the railing.

He had no time to feel motion sick. He struggled to keep his balance and his eyes glared open.

His mouth didn’t close.

‘I knew from the beginning that the Siren’s song was great, but this…….’

It was beyond imagination.

The sea was answering a man’s call. It was like they were trying to help her with all its might.

He knew that she was loved by animals.

He thought she was some kind of ecosystem-disrupting species.

But it wasn’t.

Siren went beyond the ecosystem and was loved by Mother Nature.

‘How could such a power exist?’

He realized it all over again, but it didn’t make sense. It was an ability that went against the providence.

“Oh, my homeland, so lovely and so lost!”

Aria clasped her hands desperately and muttered as if in a whisper.

The song that had spread grandly along the mighty waves became as calm as the waves that crashed against the rocks.

“where, soft and mild, the sweet airs

of my native land smell fragrant!”

She spit out a melodious yet melancholic melody.

“Oh, my homeland, so lovely and so lost.”

So, it brought more anxiety. It was a song that was stuck in the heart so much that every word was desperate.

As soon as Vincent saw the lyrics of this song, he knew it was a clue that to go to Atlantis. This was because it was a song that portrayed the lost land with longing.

The slaves, who had gathered on the deck, stood as if possessed and listened to Aria’s song.

“A song…”

The slave groaned as he grabbed the crushed leg and murmured.

The boy, who had been trembling with Lloyd’s coat wrapped around his head, poked his head out of the coat.

Ted, still unable to shake off the remnants of fear, sighed in relief. And he hugged his wife and children tightly.

Nothing has been resolved yet though.