I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"Who are you? The Red Saber?" Joan of Arc asked.

So far, she has not seen Mordred, so she has this guess.

Nero smiled and said, "Yu is just an artist! I came here just to let more people appreciate Yu's great art!"

"Art?" Joan was taken aback.

"That's right." Nero nodded, and said, "Your confrontation has just entered the midfield, so just listen to Yu's great music and art, and relax your mind!"

"If you are just doing your art and have no hostile actions against me, then it doesn't matter." Joan of Arc put away the flag and sat down while speaking.

"It turned out to be an artist!"

"It's here to relax!"

"That's good! Relaxing music can make a tired saint relax a little bit."

...

The believers in Civic Square lost their hostility towards Nero.

Nero picked up the microphone.

She's all set.

Eight speakers were secretly placed in the crowd to ensure that everyone with a wide angle can hear.

She stood on the stage, picked up the microphone and the violin, and looked at the sea-like audience, her face flushed with excitement.

She even waved at Grey, Matthew and others.

Unlike the excited Mash, Gray waved her hand with an elegant smile.

Nero is very excited, this time, she can let Master enjoy her new peak of music!

However, what she didn't know was that Gray had already put on the earplugs, and even cast a magic spell of temporary deafness on her ears.

Gray smiled gracefully, pretending to hear the voice.

Ok!

This Grey...

It has grown crooked into an old fox.

Shirou sat aside, looking at Nero with great interest.

Nero's singing is one of Xingyue's weapons of mass destruction, just like the singing of Fat Tiger who can sing to kill monsters.

But when you think about it, this is just an exaggeration.

At most, singing is out of tune, how could it be so scary?

When he didn't travel through time, he had listened to Nero's song on purpose, but the voice actor deliberately went out of tune.

Exaggerated, not surprising.

Joan of Arc, who was closest to Nero, also looked at Nero with interest.

Before, she suffered from a meal of mental pollution.

At this moment, it is just time to purify and purify the soul.

However, Leticia suddenly had an extremely bad feeling, and said cautiously: "That, that, Miss Joan of Arc. Why do I feel that this scene seems familiar?"

Joan laughed and said, "It's just a hallucination. Alright, Letitia, let's listen to the artist's music. The song of the Eternal King really made me want to throw up. Now it's time to cleanse our souls."

"Hmm..." Leticia replied hesitantly.

For some reason, she always had an ominous premonition.

At this time, Nero sang while playing the violin.

"My name is Nero, and I am the emperor of Rome. Umm. Umm. Emperor of Rome~! Rome~!"

A strange singing sounded.

At first Shirou thought it was no surprise that the singing was out of tune at most, but after listening to it, Shirou felt that his heart was a little uncomfortable.

It wasn't just him, those ordinary people were already clutching their hearts and howling on the ground.

There was a lot of mourning.

Shirou realized he was wrong.

It was so wrong.

Singing about the dead is not an exaggeration, but because of my short-sightedness, I have never seen it before.

But at this moment, Joan, who bears the brunt of the blow, showed a hellish expression while clutching her chest.

She was mentally polluted again.

The Eternal King sings with a hoarse roar, which makes people's brain hurt, but this person...

God!

My heart hurts singing!

And this is not unusual.

Everything has a frequency, as long as the sound wave reaches that frequency, it is very easy to shatter that thing. It is from this principle that we often see sound shattering glass and cups.

It's just that most people can't sing at that frequency.

But Nero is different.

She is a one-in-a-million genius!

She reached a level that even Shirou couldn't reach!

Everyone can't take it anymore.

What religion, what confrontation between believers and saintess... In front of this terrible spiritual pollution, it is all floating clouds!

People started fleeing.

And Shirou was holding his heart even more uncomfortable.