Ah—
Ah—
Ah—
It was a dirge.
But unlike the dirges they had encountered before.
The dirges Pindo and Fujimaru Ritsuka had heard before were undoubtedly a "phenomenon" produced by magical energy, rather than actual sound.
But now, the dirge emitted by the corpse standing there blankly, still retaining the appearance it had in life, was undoubtedly a sound.
A sound produced through its throat and mouth.
It was merely a sound devoid of magical energy. Naturally, it possessed neither offensive power nor the ability to lure walking corpses and wandering spirits.
It was simply an ordinary dirge.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Pindo kept their distance from the banshee's corpse as they examined it.
She was undoubtedly beautiful. Not even death had been able to strip that beautiful face from her.
Skin as pale as fine snow lent her lovely features an air of icy melancholy. Her jet-black hair, like a waterfall, hung all the way to the ground, falling beside her slender, soft ankles.
Yet there was a huge, bloody hole in her chest, undoubtedly shattering the harmony of that beauty.
Both of them could tell that this was the cause of her death.
The cause of death of this kind fairy who mourned for the dead and guided them onward with her dirges.
Ah.
Her eyes moved, as though she were still alive, turning her gaze toward Fujimaru Ritsuka and Pindo.
"Mr. Pindo, this banshee should already be dead. Right?"
Being stared at by a corpse like this made Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively shudder.
Pindo sighed.
He had more or less figured it out.
"This banshee was likely the Holy Grail's 'former' holder in this Singularity."
With a trace of pity and sorrow in his eyes, Pindo spoke.
"Huh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka froze.
"If that is the case, then it explains