"Ah..."...
Everyone clutched their ears in agony, rolling about on the ground and screaming.
This time, everyone had learned their lesson. They retreated to their own sides, the Rebel Army and Kingdom Army glaring at each other but not daring to make another move. They had suffered three times in a row already; a few more times and they might go deaf. The sensation of that sound drilling into their brains just now had nearly split their heads apart.
"Ah...! Is no one going to continue? I'm so disappointed. I still wanted to play some more. As long as you draw your swords, I'll make a sound. Gather your courage and keep fighting—believe that victory will definitely be yours. Only victory won through endless torment is worth cherishing. Kill! Keep killing! War movies are my favorite!" A sleazy voice rang out over the capital.
"Bastard! Who the hell are you?"
"Get out here!"
"I'll kill you!"... Everyone turned their fury toward the owner of that voice, calming down somewhat from the slaughter just now.
"That voice!" Vivi lifted her head in delight. That voice was far too familiar—the irritating tone was something no one else could possibly imitate. Just hearing him speak made people want to beat him up, and even that would not be enough. But now, to her and her country, that voice was like the voice of a savior, of God himself.
Robin could not forget that voice either, because she felt that no one in this world was more shameless, more rogueish, more sleazy, or more lewd than its owner... and who knew how many more words had been omitted. A smile appeared at the corner of Robin's lips as she softly said, "You came."
Madman
(Madman)
The source of the voice was above the royal