“That thing is definitely harboring seeds of unrest. If we don’t follow, we might regret it!”

“Eh?”

Pulling Beatrice-chan’s hand, Subaru-sama muttered something as he skipped out of the park.

The conversation at the beginning was suddenly initiated by Priscilla-sama after they left. It was so abrupt that Emilia-sama’s eyes widened. Two beauties staring at each other, what a picturesque scene!

Here, I felt a little out of place, but let’s just watch the unfolding events with a light heart.

Clashing gazes, sparks flying!

Sharp yet beautifully elongated red eyes and softly hued purplish-blue eyes.

Priscilla-sama huffed her nicely shaped nose at Emilia-sama’s gaze, crossing her arms. Her chest—oh my, did it just get emphasized?

Watching her almost violently voluptuous chest bounce, I couldn’t help but gently pat my own small bust. Pat, pat. I stared at my hand.

“What does that even mean?”

“There’s no deeper meaning. It means exactly what I said. You must have seen it too. Did you think I was being considerate by not pressing for an explanation? What a joke.”

“——-”

“Even in a master-servant relationship, having secrets is common… If you think otherwise, you’re a laughingstock. Servants are merely limbs without a head. Allow them any leeway, and you’ll see attitudes contrary to the master’s will. Just like your current states.”

With a fierce tongue lashing, Emilia-sama looked completely lost in thought. That troubled expression, coupled with her silver hair swaying in the wind, created an indescribable charm… Honestly, it looked so inviting that I could just imagine myself nuzzling or even munching on it!

“Hehehe…”

Just as I was in my fantasies, Emilia-sama seemed to have gathered her thoughts. She nodded to Priscilla-sama and said, “I understand.”

“Alright, let’s do it. I think so too… The way we think as master and servant is a bit different.”

“To oppose my thoughts is very presumptuous. Besides, slackers and dullards are equally harmful. There’s no time for discussion. You should leave quickly.”

“Thank you. I’ll catch up soon… though I might leave Liliana behind, sorry about that?”

“Hehehe, wha—!?”

As I was just faintly following the conversation, Emilia-sama winked at me in apology. I thought, ‘This is some lucky advantage!’ and I proudly showed my fist to Emilia-sama.

“Don’t worry, Emilia-sama! This ‘Songstress’ Liliana! I will protect this park from any hardship and foes, believing in your and Subaru-sama’s safe return!”

I hastily shouted out “songstress,” but it was so embarrassing to self-proclaim! Oh no, this is way more humiliating than I thought!

“I don’t really understand what you’re saying, but please take care. Priscilla, don’t bully Liliana!”

“Don’t call my name casually. I have conveyed my intent. You should hurry and go play with that fool.”

“Seriously, come on now.”

It seems their relationship isn’t very amicable; Priscilla-sama offered no room for negotiation. Emilia-sama ran off, casting occasional anxious glances back at me.

Oh, goodbye, Emilia-sama. I had so much more I wanted to talk about. Just being able to see you from all angles would be enough to satisfy me.

“I’ve had a brilliant idea! Listen to me. —I want to gaze up from below!”

“Foolishness. If you have time to idly create something mediocre, pursue the supreme melody instead. Your talent is far from ordinary, but even a genius has limited time… Therefore, the value of a second differs greatly between the mundane and yourself. The waste of time is a privilege of wealth, yet doing so unknowingly is akin to throwing it into a ditch.”

“I’m getting super mixed signals here with both praise and reprimands, and my morale is just skyrocketing and crashing down, and it’s all so busy!”

Did I get praised? Reprimanded? Intelligent folks speak in the most bizarre and incomprehensible ways!

I am a wandering bard, and I have rarely felt shame! Without knowledge, without home, without tomb! It’s a never-ending lack that defines my path! My song path!

“Even peculiar traits that others can’t fathom may be acceptable if the world seen is different. Yet, ignorance isn’t something to be proud of. I shall involve myself in the merit of the song you admire.”

“No! That’s not it at all!”

“—Oh?”

“Yikes!”

The moment I reflexively retorted, Priscilla-sama’s voice dropped dangerously low. To add to that, her narrowed eyes were both beautiful and terrifying, but I won’t give in here.

“Please, stop, Priscilla-sama… I’m not trying to oppose you or anything…”

“Stop your vile actions unfit for your talent. If your value diminishes, it is an insult to me, who appreciated your voice. Speak freely, say as you please.”

The strategy of matching my palms together for happiness no longer works!

And not only does it not work, but Priscilla-sama is spouting something unnecessarily complicated. Uh, so can I say it?

“Well… Priscilla-sama said that without knowledge, one’s song quality would be affected, but…”

“That’s right.”

“However, I think that the presence or absence of knowledge doesn’t affect the essence of the song, you see…”

“Oh? Then why do you think that?”

“—Because there are no conditions to be moved by a song.”

Songs hold power.

I’m not deluded into thinking my own singing voice has such power. I’m still inexperienced, although I firmly believe in my lofty goals and righteous aspirations; I remain far from my destination.

My singing voice may be immature, my performance may be lacking, but the heart I pour into it has been maturing since childhood.

“No qualifications are needed to enjoy singing. Just having a heart is sufficient to feel sadness through song. Even to feel anger towards a song can be done barehanded.”

With ‘Lyrielle,’ even with this small body, singing is more than enough.

Complicated words aren’t necessary. While the desire to learn is noble, if there are no opportunities to learn, how could one enjoy singing? That’s not the path of a bard.

Bards are sustained by song. And if song resonates without choosing an audience, then bard too shall not choose its listeners.

“I infuse my heart into the song, but I have no intention of incorporating convoluted backstory details. What remains in the listener’s heart is their freedom—songs are simply meant for enjoyment. Something that lingers in the heart to hum unconsciously at times—if such a thing happens with my song, then it’s worth my lifetime.”

“—Hmm.”

“Ha!”

With my passion soaring, I was in the lofty state of a noble bard, yet my opponent was a royal selection candidate who could wipe out a flock of flying birds!

Especially with Priscilla-sama, rumored to have a particularly difficult personality. I might be getting too cocky thinking a little singing and dancing could close the gap!

“W-well, I just think that’s what I feel lately. Just as an example, after all. Yes, just an example. Hehe, it’s totally fine if you ignore it…”

“Good. You… no, you are indeed good.”

“Huh?”

My feet, which intended to flee from potential death, felt firmly grasped by Priscilla-sama’s words.

Wait, did Priscilla-sama just smile? Not with a mischievous look, but rather cute!

“I was indeed rude. You may continue your journey. If anything happens, feel free to rely on me. You hold value worth my consideration.”

“Dieeeee!?”

I don’t know why, but such unexpected high praise leaves me stunned!

With that, Priscilla-sama cheerfully plopped down on the edge of the fountain. She crossed her legs in a bold fashion, showing off that long leg—no, wait.

“I survived!?”

“If the world were to end, I could allow you to die among the masses, but I would survive.”

“So you’re absolutely keen on surviving even if the world ends! I got a brilliant idea, listen to me. —A song of absolute despair for girls!”

“If it’s a song dedicated to me, it must be something dignified, right?”

“…Stop it, let’s go with the classic ‘Demon Dragon Extermination Record!’”

Though in high spirits, the atmosphere somehow felt incredibly tense!

With Priscilla-sama standing in front of the fountain, I desperately started to perform like a maiden wearing baked shoes. I strummed ‘Lyrielle’ and immersed myself in the songs I had sung many times.

The sensation of extreme focus, leaving behind the world—I call this my ‘Singer’s Domain’—and I desperately want to dive into it!

Come, immerse! Let me forget my fears and anxieties!

Yikes, this is full of carnal desires!!

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“—Stop playing!”

“Bahaha, I can’t get enough of this… what? Huh?”

I was anxious about being unable to enter my ‘Singer’s Domain’ due to all these carnal desires, but there were no issues immersing!

Even while I was lost in my singing, Priscilla-sama stood up with a serious expression. Huh? Did something happen while I was singing?

“Priscilla-sama?”

“Do you not notice? The city is strangely in an uproar. …While I was amusing myself, it seems something malicious was at work.”

“Huh…”

Somehow, Priscilla-sama’s words didn’t quite sink in easily.

What does that mean, exactly?

“There’s talk of shadows of disaster looming over Pristella. At this rate… that fool’s hunch might not be unrelated. It’s truly an unsatisfying turn of events.”

That fool must be referring to Subaru-sama. If his hunch is valid, then Beatrice-chan leaving with him and Emilia-sama chasing after them must also…?

Subaru = “The Young Girl User”

Beatrice = “The Young Girl”

Emilia = “The Skilled Magical Beautiful Girl”

“What!? Something is happening in Pristella!?”

“When it comes to anything other than song, your senses seem to dull considerably. Unlike me, who excels at everything, the ones whose abilities shine only in specific areas are difficult to manage. Though I like that sort of thing.”

With her eyes closed, Priscilla-sama seemed to have developed a headache from having taken out a fan.

While I wanted to comment on her words, there was no time for that now.

“Indeed, people are disappearing from the park…”

“That’s because while you were performing, you were showing such an unsightly figure.”

Eh? I would hope that lying on the grass and plucking ‘Lyrielle’ with my teeth would be forgiven.

“Ahem. Besides, if an accident or incident occurs, the city hall’s magical device should deliver the news throughout the city. Kiritaka-san is keeping watch, and I checked earlier as well…”

“That loud speaker that announces things? It certainly is an interesting attempt to let your song echo throughout the city, but… what do you think, then?”

“—?”

In addition to the daily announcements posted throughout the city, Watergate City Pristella, thanks to the Great Watergate, is somewhat proficient in evacuation awareness. The shelters scattered around the city are certainly well-known to the neighbors.

Yet—.

“Why is it…”

My chest felt strangely tight.

Something’s off. There shouldn’t be any cool scars or romanticized past in my chest. Then this feeling is—

“…Don’t come.”

As my smile strained, an “Huh?” escaped my lips when Priscilla-sama suddenly looked up at the sky.

–The sound of the city’s announcement rang out just after.

“So, we hope you worthless pieces of meat die pathetically and disappointingly! This absurdity was brought to you by the Archbishop of Sin, ‘Lust,’ Capella Emerada Lugnica! Hahaha!”

The shrill voice abruptly stopped, and silence returned. Just the sound of the wind and the water spilling from the fountain. It felt so natural that it was almost like a dream.

“Such an arrogant mouth!”

Ah, this isn’t a dream. It seems it’s all too real.

Because the voice of Priscilla-sama next to me is terrifying. How terrifying, you ask? My sharp survival instinct is screaming, “Don’t turn around!”

“Uh, uh, Priscilla-sama… about that… it might just be a mere event or a prank of sorts, maybe… something like that…”

“Wishes and conjectures are fundamentally different. Who would dare use such a bloody name as ‘Witch Cult’ for a malicious joke? Not to mention, the instigators are the Archbishops of Sin. You know they are a bunch of madmen who choose neither time nor place or means.”

“Ugh…”

“And there is that fool who has slain one of those madmen within this city. Thus, it is only natural that they would become desperate. You wouldn’t know how many people are optimistic like you that could become irretrievable.”

Priscilla-sama’s words were still complicated, but this time it was somehow easier for me to grasp.

As a result, the current situation became clear.

An assault by the Witch Cult, certainly led by the Archbishops of Sin, and it feels like the city hall has been taken over.

If that’s the case…

“W-what happened to Kiritaka-san?”

“Now that’s an unfamiliar name. If he’s an important figure in the city and was in the hall, his safety cannot be guaranteed. It seems that I cannot afford to be in a place where I simply enjoy songs and babble anymore.”

With that, Priscilla-sama said, and swiftly walked away with her fan in hand. Wait, that direction isn’t where the shelters are at all!

“Wait, you’re not heading toward the shelter!? If you do something other than what’s established during an emergency, it’ll just make things more complicated!”

“Hiding in a shelter and bowing your head is only to wait for the matter to flow by like water. This time’s problem is different. If we don’t move, it won’t be resolved.”

“W-wait, are you going to take down the Archbishop of Sin!?”

A royal selection candidate charging into the city hall—!

Of course, I want to see that, but throwing oneself into a battlefield without a chance of winning will only lead to tragedy.

After all, Priscilla-sama is brimming with confidence, but can she actually fight?

To my words filled with such doubts, Priscilla-sama turned back while hiding her mouth with her fan, tilting her head.

“Actually, before that, we need to retrieve Schult. Al can manage just fine, and it doesn’t matter what happens to that fool. However, Schult’s cuteness cannot be replaced. If I don’t retrieve him, he might be crying somewhere.”

“Eh? Huh?”

“That one, I presume. He’s likely wandering around the liquor store, following my words from this morning. Let’s walk a bit and pick him up. Truly a troublesome guy.”

Grumbling to herself, Priscilla-sama walked straight toward the park’s exit with no hesitation. Though I understood the situation, I was astounded that she didn’t seem to notice it, pondering on what to do.

Then Priscilla-sama turned back and said,

“I won’t tell you to accompany me, but if you stray too far from me, you’ll be out of the ‘Sunshine’ range. If you do not wish to be drenched in the chaos of fools, it would be wise to stick close to me.”

What’s that supposed to mean?! What are you implying!?

“Priscilla-sama? What will you do once you find the one you’re looking for!? Hey, Priscilla-sama!?”

Chasing after her with my heart racing, we boldly strode through the city, just as people fled towards the shelters.

Given how powerful her presence was, I couldn’t help but think that maybe the Witch Cult Archbishop wasn’t so terrifying after all, but…

—That misconception hit me hard right after.

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Under Priscilla-sama’s orders, we progressed through the city.

Funnily enough, even though Priscilla-sama claimed to have no specific destination, she swiftly chose the right paths upon reaching junctions of waterways or streets without a second thought.

As a result, I had no chance to guide her!

“Priscilla-sama, is this your first time in Pristella? You’re walking so smoothly; it’s astonishing!”

“No, it’s my first time. Since my name resembles it, I always thought I ought to visit this picturesque Water City at least once. But I never thought I’d have a chance like this.”

“I see, that’s a shame. This is truly a city that deserves to be enjoyed rather than hurried through.”

Watergate City Pristella has outstanding sights for touristic purposes, yet as someone who’s been lingering here rather than enjoying it like a bard should, I proclaim this place is one meant to be walked through and savored!

Muse Company, rooted in Pristella, has also focused on that direction since the days of Kiritaka-san.

Well, Kiritaka-san tends to pamper me rather than bother me with complicated talks, so I can’t say for sure… I wonder if Kiritaka-san is safe?

“Speaking of which, why has no one crossed our paths! In a city where passing by someone, peeking into the waterways, or singing would usually lead to encountering Kiritaka-san, what an abnormal situation!”

Since the Witch Cult’s initial broadcast, there has been complete silence. With neither people nor water dragons in sight, all we hear are the sounds of the wind and flowing waters.

It’s quiet. But it feels more than just quiet. This stillness feels like something essential is missing?

“Quit wandering about. Over there, to the right. Follow my words.”

“Huh? Don’t you want to go that way? If you cross the bridge over there, it’s a shortcut. Goodness, Priscilla-sama, you’re so absent-minded!”

“Oh—.”

“Yikes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I blurted that out!”

I thought I was guiding her to the closer route when I stumbled! That “oh” is terrifying! It’s like the gaze of a beast… No! A gaze belonging to someone who hunts beasts!

“Follow my words, and you’ll not come to harm.”

“Yes ma’am! From here on out, I completely obey your orders, Priscilla-sama!”

Promptly obeying Priscilla-sama, we continued to take somewhat longer routes, but for some reason, we still encountered no one. I couldn’t hold this silence any longer!

“How about we sing cheerfully while walking?”

“You said songs don’t choose their environment or audience. However, even if songs don’t choose their audience, the audience can choose whether to accept the song.”

“—?”

“Just rest your vocal cords for a bit. Either way, your chance to sing will soon arise.”

“Ugh…”

Without further ado, Priscilla-sama said those words with an all-seeing eyes.

Her somewhat suggestive tone made it exceedingly uncomfortable for me, so I stayed silent.

It’s quite lonely roaming through this city like this—

“—Here we are.”

Priscilla-sama halted at one of the shelters set up throughout the city—this spot happened to be the assembly hall of the second district.

The city hall at the core is where the city discusses matters as a whole, while each assembly hall within its respective district consolidates opinions from that area.

Kiritaka-san is a key player in the assembly of the third district and supposedly holds influence in the central operations of the city.

“Oh, you’re surprisingly securing a solid place! I was honestly a little concerned about where I’d be taken!”

“Now then, what are you doing? Let’s hurry inside, frightened girl.”

If it’s an assembly hall, there are likely respectable people or someone important inside, and since this is a refuge for residents in the area, I’d think it would ease my loneliness a bit.

“Who do you think you are, messing around! I’ll kill you!!”

That fantasy was shattered by the first furious shout that greeted us.

The blood-curdling roar wasn’t like the haphazard threats of a rough man; it radiated genuine murderous intent.

Looking carefully, this was genuine murderous fury, an anger that could rival the countless dangerous situations I’ve faced while wandering as a bard, in which violence and killing intent surged—just as that “Wrath” did.

“Pr-Priscilla-sama…? What is happening here…?”

In a panic, I instinctively tried to cling to Priscilla-sama, but she quickly dodged my arm and scanned the assembly hall with an extremely bored expression.

Kneeling on the ground, I looked around in disbelief, seeing the same general chaos as Priscilla-sama.

—A chorus of anguish.

Inside the assembly hall, people were piled in, shouting and cursing at one another, expressing vehement hatred as they grappled for dominance.

Fifty people? No, one hundred? Two hundred?

In any case, there were many people pushing and shoving, blending young and old together in a chaotic frenzy.

Cursing and bellowing filled the air, charged with enmity and malice. The violence flared. Many bled and collapsed, while in a corner, a child curled up, trembling with their head in their hands.

What on earth is this?

“Hmmm… at this point, finding Schult among this many people will be challenging.”

Leaving me dazed and confused, Priscilla-sama continued to scan the turmoil without losing her demeanor.

…Wait, no, this is a horrifying situation, right? So why is she so calm?

“This level of chaos surely happens throughout this city. You might not have noticed given your dullness. In contrast, I’ve avoided such troublesome paths.”

“You avoided them…!”

It was only then I finally grasped her meaning.

Priscilla-sama had been purposely choosing routes that circumvented the paths of people fighting along the way.

While I was fumbling along, she cleverly led us away while I had naively thought it was just a peaceful street—a complete fool!

“Is it true, then, that this turmoil… relates to the Witch Cult?”

“I’d like to assert that mere squabbling born of anxiety is only the limit of foolishness; however, it seems not. It’s a certainty that someone has cast a ridiculous power over this entire city. This is the result.”

While understanding the critical portion of her words, it’s clear that these fighting individuals are unknowingly being driven by that force.

“W-why am I safe…? I don’t possess any abilities to directly resist such powers… or could it be that my latent powers have awakened at this moment!?”

“It must be due to my ‘Sunshine’ brilliance. Even if that’s not the case, you may have managed without it; all is well. More importantly—”

With narrowed eyes, Priscilla-sama gazed at the clashing crowds. The same glint in her eyes she has when focusing on me; likely, this next line will be of equal threat.

My prediction was indeed spot on.

“With this much noise, finding whom we’re seeking will be but a distant dream. Now, it seems I must impose my will upon them to quiet them down.”

“…Huh?”

With that, Priscilla-sama casually “drew a sword from mid-air.” Not that it was much correct.

To be precise, the light turned into a sword?

“Be mesmerized by the radiance of my sun sword—”

The sword Priscilla-sama held radiated a beautiful ruby red, ornately decorated from hilt to blade. It gleamed in Priscilla-sama’s hands like a sun, instantly illuminating the entire assembly hall—so bright! Blinding! It was as if the sun itself had emerged, burning my eyes! G-gyaaaahhh!

Having looked directly at it, I suffered considerable damage to my vision!

Rolling away to create distance, I intended to complain to Priscilla-sama about the earlier incident—but then, I noticed.

The assembly hall fell silent, and all eyes had turned to Priscilla-sama. Naturally, there’s no denying that once such a luminously bright figure appears, everyone’s hands yell their aggression vanished.

In that silence, one voice called out:

“Priscilla-samaa—!!”

A boy, tears streaming down his face, dashed from the edge of the room, his adorable face flushed, leaping into Priscilla-sama’s arms. Priscilla-sama, without hesitation, caught him mid-air, gently stroking his pink hair.

“For you to trouble me this much, you must be the only one. Are you aware of the reckless things you’ve been doing, Schult?”

“I… I thought I was done for…! But, Priscilla-sama… Priscilla-samaa…!”

“You heed not my words? Well, children will cry; I cannot blame you for that.”

Seeing that gentle pat on the boy’s head surprised me.

I mean, I figured since Priscilla-sama hit the effort in searching for him, she would care for him dearly, but seeing it firsthand doesn’t sit well juxtaposed with Priscilla-sama’s intensity during our earlier journey.

Still, with such a conspicuous display, this reconciliatory moment would not just resolve here. It was only natural that the raging crowd’s attention now wildly pointed toward Priscilla-sama after such a glowing display. Moreover, now I realized the dazzling sword had vanished without a trace.

“Priscilla-sama, where did that sword go?”

“That drains power quickly. When not using it, I return it to sunlight. Now then…”

As Priscilla-sama answered, she looked over those staring at her. As ever, her gaze remained calm as a lake’s surface—then again, it felt rather frigid.

“What do you lecherously gaze upon, you ungrateful lot? It’s only natural for someone to be captivated by my beauty, but you need to understand the time, place, and your positions. First, kneel in respect.”

“Why that kind of provocation—!?”

Still holding the boy against her chest, Priscilla-sama pointed disdainfully at the ground, ordering everyone present to kneel. Predictably, those more anger-prone surged en masse toward Priscilla-sama.

As the ground shook with their fervor, I scrambled backward on my rear in sheer panic. Meanwhile, Priscilla-sama stood her ground.

“No way!”

“This woman’s just messing around! Crank the cheekiness to eleven…!”

“First, it’s you— to see you taken down dramatically would be to delightfully commend.”

At that moment, a well-built brute lunged at Priscilla-sama in anger, only for Priscilla-sama to smoothly evade his grasp, pushing back against his thick chest.

Instantly, the man, weighing at least twice what I do, was sent flying like a leaf. No kidding; it was effortless.

“—!?”

The man collided with those speeding forth behind him, causing chaos. He was shoved down and rolled away like a stack of dominoes knocked over, causing the surge to falter.

Their feet seemingly froze as they witnessed Priscilla-sama’s display of power.

“Behold, as you can see, if I wish, I could cut down all of you here. It’d be a bother, tho. If you wish to challenge me, feel free to line up. I’d be willing to indulge your request for today.”

“———”

With those imposing words, Priscilla-sama glared at the surrounding people.

No one would dare rush forward right after a statement like that. The fury the crowd had moments ago melted away… or perhaps it remained but was merely contained.

“It appears no one is left. If so, my purpose here is fulfilled. I’ve found my attendant safe and sound; you may all indulge in the chaos after I leave.”

“Wha—!?”

Saying just that, Priscilla-sama took Schult’s hand and started to walk out of the assembly hall. So wait, is she really leaving this way? Is that okay!?

“W-wait! You can’t just leave these people as they are…!”

“As soon as I depart, the fighting will resume… well, even if it escalates to a fight to the death, what reason would I have to intervene?”

“That’s…”

That might be true. It very well could be.

But even so, is it okay to just shrug it off?

“For Priscilla-sama, who is a candidate for the Royal Selection, wouldn’t it—”

“There are things I can do and things I cannot. There is no doubt I hold a lofty status, but pushing through for that reason is another discussion altogether.”

“Ugh…!”

After being preemptively shut down, I could hardly offer any retort!

But still, could I really accept abandoning them knowing that strife would ensue as soon as we departed?

I couldn’t—no, I wouldn’t!

“Or would you take those actions yourself?”

“—Huh?”

Caught off-guard, Priscilla-sama whispered that with a low voice.

How do I describe it? It felt, well, strangely alluring!

“You mentioned that no qualifications were needed to enjoy singing, and that songs don’t choose their place or audience. Then would you, with that essence, try to save those people?”

“…………”

“You’ve entered my ‘Sunshine.’ I also did say you could rely on me if something were to happen. While it’s an early move, it would still be entertaining. If it’s for the chance to hear your song, I’d be willing to stop here.”

With a provocative air, Priscilla-sama crossed her arms, her chest puffed up.

The sight of her massive bosom was another distraction. Meanwhile, my own hands reflexively brushed against my modest chest. Pat, pat. I stared at my hands.

Sweat began to bead on my palms.

“Could I possibly… try it?”

“Even if you do, nothing may come of it. If you believe that to be the case, attempting would be a waste of time indeed.”

If I’m thinking my song holds no power, then that’s probably the case.

It might be true… but then again, shouldn’t it be different!?

Removing my Lyrielle from my back, I held it firmly in both hands.

Those who have yet to become my audience, the people bubbling over with fury were watching, and how absurd! Here I was about to sing after all—

—When humans are gearing to enjoy songs, they shouldn’t be fighting!

“Schult, please wait. You’ll get to see something amusing.”

“Y-yes, Ma’am!”

Both Priscilla-sama and Schult stood behind me, ready as I grasped ‘Lyrielle.’

No need to fret about what kind of expressions they wore. I already know without looking!

Lady Liliana! With my Lyrielle alone, I’ll traverse the world, and one day I’ll become a bard who sings about heroes!

I can’t just back down here; both womanhood and life would go down the drain!

“I’ve had a breakthrough! Listen. —‘Watergate City, Melodies on the Surface!’”

Suddenly snapping back to her senses, I insisted we all lose ourselves in joy!

We shouldn’t waste time fighting when we can bubble over with excitement!